Jas was overwheld by the surges of desire that swelled within him.
His wolf was stirring and urging him to claim the female that stood in front of him.
Jas' throat was dry like he crossed many deserts without a single drop of water, and Cornelia was the water of life who could quench his thirst. He really wanted to consu her completely until they ld to beco one.
His heart thundered in the rhythm of her na. Cornelia. Cora. His mate. His. HIS!
Jas was aware that Cornelia was several centuries old, but at that mont her eyes full of concern and love made her appear like an unspoiled delicate maiden who was oblivious of the savagery males were capable of. Males, like him. Would his touch desecrate her beauty?
His whole universe was reduced to the chocolate-colored Goddess in front of him, yet he felt like his world expanded. She was glowing like a beacon that showed him the only way to happiness, and his stomach tightened with the need to rge with her in every way possible.
The chants and winds dimd to background noise, and Jas could hear Cornelia's breaths that were in sync with his. She slled of sweet wild berries, and her slightly parted lips were silently begging him to claim her.
Jas was absolutely certain that Cornelia's heart, mind, and soul were his. The only thing he didn't claim was her body and an irresistible need overwheld him to take that part of her as well because only when she was completely his, he could be at ease.
The chanting stopped and silence blanketed the garden. Out of several hundred witches, no one made a peep as all of them were focused on Cornelia and Jas who were standing in the fountain and glowing.
Normally, Cornelia's skin looked darker in contrast to Jas' white one, and her natural lanin made him look much paler than he was, yet now they were both glowing in pulses that matched their synchronized heartbeats. The silvery light enveloped them completely, erasing the distinction between the two and making them appear as one.
Jas resisted, he really did... but then sothing snapped.
"Mine!", Jas growled, and his hand landed at the back of Cornelia's head at the sa ti his lips crashed on hers.
Cornelia's eyes were open wide in shock as he was never so rough. She wanted to push him away, but the pull was unbearable as she was fighting against her own madness, and he tasted delicious, and her arms moved around him.
Jas kissed Cornelia hungrily and his free hand caressed her cheek and then moved down her jaw and neck, and he swallowed Cornelia's shaky moan when her body trembled against his.
Jas pulled away and stared into Cornelia's unfocused eyes that were directed at him. His nostrils flared when he picked up the scent of her arousal, and that was the last straw. He flung her over his shoulder and walked out of the fountain.
Jas didn't need to growl for witches to make way for them as he carried Cornelia back to her room like she was a sack of potatoes.
Cornelia was unable to react. It all happened so quickly!
Unsure how to face her sisters after being so embarrassingly manhandled, Cornelia buried her face into Jas' back and pretended that she was unconscious.
"The heavens blessed your union!", Evanora shouted after them.
The witches exchanged confused glances while murmuring among each other, hesitant to cheer and congratulate the couple because they left.
"YEAH!", Yasmin exclaid while fist-pumping in the air.
The ritual amplified both Jas' and Cornelia's sensitivity to energies, but Yasmin did it mostly for Cornelia.
When Yasmin found out about the stalemate between the duo, she couldn't believe it.
Did Cornelia really think that Jas should return to his pre-Cornelia life without her? How could Cornelia make such a decision on her own?
It's not that Yasmin didn't understand Cornelia's concerns, but that kind of reasoning didn't belong between soulmates.
Since ancient tis, soulmates were ant to be together. From the mont they recognize each other, soulmates beco one, and they stick together no matter what life throws at them because separation will harm them both.
What Cornelia was doing went against nature; as a witch, that was the closest thing to breaking the law!
It was obvious that Jas was head over heels for Cornelia and only a blind person would miss all the signs they were mates, which ant that the person putting a wall between them was Cornelia.
At first, Yasmin tried to talk so sense into Cornelia, but that led nowhere, so Yasmin decided not to ddle. However, how could she remain a spectator when Jas approached her to ask for help? But casting spells out of the blue was risky so Yasmin needed to find the right opportunity, and then Yasmin heard that Cornelia wanted to take part in the ceremony, and that was exactly what Yasmin was looking for.
Yasmin carefully prepared a potion and arranged that it gets mixed in Cornelia's and Jas' wine during the feast. This ritual stimulated the right components to react, and the wheels were set in motion. Now it was up to the mated couple to figure out what they will do with all that pent-up sexual energy.
With this, Cornelia will stop avoiding the inevitable, and if it succeeds, Cornelia will be grateful to Yasmin. Eventually.
"Let's take a short break!", Evanora announced.
"Mother!", Yasmin exclaid. "Are you alright?" The high priestess looked unusually pale.
"I just need a mont and then we can proceed."
Talia was quick to approach Evanora. "If you are unwell, we can do it so other ti." She really wanted the ceremony with Damon, the fountain, silver flas, and everything else called magic, but not at the cost of Evanora collapsing halfway.
Talia was wary because the lovey-dovey monts she planned with Damon ended in a disaster, and she hoped that this won't be one of them. But if Evanora can't complete the ceremony, where will that leave them? With one more bitter experience? Talia wanted this to be perfect. She needed this to be perfect, and if magic and witches can't make it co true, then no one can.
Evanora waved like it was not important. "Nonsense. The moon is in the right position and the mood is right. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath." She turned to one of the witches that were helping with the chants. "Serena, can you bring a glass of water?"
The witch confird and disappeared into the crowd.
Evanora didn't want to disclose how taxing it was to work with the energies from the fountain. Yes, other witches were chanting as well, but as the one leading the ceremony, Evanora took most of the burn.
Evanora rembered the scene when Talia reignited the flas with ease, yet those sa energies were too much for the old witch to manipulate for two ceremonies back-to-back. How could Evanora admit to such a weakness and still be considered as the high priestess?
And also, Yasmin stood right next to Evanora, yet she was completely fine.
Was it because of the babies Yasmin carried in her stomach, or… Evanora exhaled sadly while rembering Yasmin's father. It was probably his bloodline that made Yasmin so much better than any other witch, but Yasmin never saw herself as above others.
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