Thorne’s POV
“Then seal your vows.”
Almost before the Elder is finished speaking, I cup Aurora’s cheek. Her warmth fills my body as I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her to me. Her pulse beats wildly against my palm as I touch my mark on her neck and seal her lips in a kiss.
Heat coils in me as our mouths meet, the press of her lips firm and soft at the same time. I kiss her with the promise of a lifetime, with the vow of loving her, of protection and possession, and everything I can ever offer.
Without her, I am nothing.
My life would be bland and empty.
When I pull back, the cheers explode around us again. My pack cheers and whistles. Howls fill the air, and I don’t miss Anders and Jace laughing from the front row. They make ridiculous gestures that make my mate
