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I’m wearing the wrong skin. The hunter’s skin. The protector’s skin.
I shed my beast form as easily as I would a shirt. No cracking of bone and agonizing shear of flesh. I don’t know why the difference. But I know it’s right.
As right as the way Cora feels against me.
Her pussy glistens with need, the pink flesh still swollen with arousal after my endless feast. Fisting my cock, I glide the thick crown the length of her slit, yearning to breach her virgin entrance and finally claim her. But not yet.
Bending over her, I press a kiss to the nape of her neck. “My beautiful Cora.”
Her eyes fly open and energy surges through her languid form. Pushing up on her elbows, she looks back over her shoulder, a trembling smile on her lips. “Gideon?”
In answer I sit back on my heels and draw her up against my chest until she’s straddling my thighs. Angling my head, I capture her mouth with mine. Eagerly she returns my kiss, her eyes swimming with tears, her joy so sweet that I can taste it, smell it.
Her love so deep that it’s given me everything. Yet if I take her now, she will give me even more.
Releasing her lips, I press a kiss to the side of her neck. “The perfume of your arousal is ripe and fertile, Cora. If I come inside you tonight, the bond between us will be stronger than any golden chain, because you will carry my child.”
Her breath shudders, and she rolls her hips back against my stiffened cock, as if already seeking my seed. “Yes. Do it.”
As she demands. Bending her forward, I brace my left hand on the ground as my right locks her against me, my forearm angling up between her breasts and my fingers lightly clasping her throat, my thumb nestled in the hollow of her jaw.
Mounting her now. An hour ago, I would have blamed the beast within me. But there is only me. There’s only ever been me. The beast and I were never any different.
And I am finally claiming my bride.
She gasps when my burning erection lodges against her slick entrance, then moans, biting her lip as her untried flesh stretches to accept the broad head of my cock, her velvet inner walls giving way beneath the unyielding pressure. Groaning with pleasure, I thrust deeper, the faint copper scent of her virginity mixing with the heady fragrance of her nectar. Sweetly she cries out as I bury my full length deep inside the voluptuous clasp of her sheath, her back arching, her hips rising as if to escape.
Then sliding back down, taking all of me again, her slippery juices easing the way.
The pulse in her throat races against my palm. Reaching back, she grasps a fistful of my hair. “Harder now,” she moans. “I want all of you, Gideon.”
She will have me.
With a thick growl, I surge my hips forward. She cries out again in helpless ecstasy, her pussy gripping every thick inch of my cock. I fill her again and again, and her cries become frantic pleas as I ruthlessly use her cunt for my pleasure…and hers. Her wetness drips between her thighs, my shaft glistening with her honey, and when she comes on a scream, her inner walls clamping down on the thickness of my erection, I can’t hold back anymore. With a guttural roar, I bury my cock deep, my hot cum spurting into her clenching sheath, filling her with a molten flood of seed.
Mine. Always mine. Forever bound to me.
Chest heaving, I pull her up and she sags back against me. “I can’t,” she pants breathlessly. “I can’t come again.”
I won’t force her to, then. Not for another hour, at least.
My cum spills down her inner thighs as I slowly withdraw, but before she can reach for her clothing to wipe it away, I swing her up against my chest. Cradling her against me, I start off toward the manor house.
Toward home.
In the moonlight, her pale hair is silver. Her blue eyes shine with love as she gazes up at me, her swollen lips forming a soft, shy smile.
Then curving downward, her brow creasing.
I will allow nothing to mar her happiness. “What?”
“Your teeth,” she says quietly, her lips quivering. “You still have fangs.”
So I do. But they are already gone. “I will keep them small, if they displease you.”
“Displease…?” Confusion forms a furrow between her eyebrows. “No. But I thought we broke the curse.”
“There is no breaking it,” I say gruffly. “There is no cure.”
And I would not want it if there was. Unless Cora asked it of me. Because a cure now would be like ripping away half of my soul.
But I would sacrifice that for her.
“Then…what happened? How did you fight free of the beast and gain control?”
“Because there’s nothing to fight now. I am that beast.” I struggle to explain what I don’t understand myself. But it is what I know. “We shared a heart and soul. And it was as if we were two halves of a whole with a rift between us. But you healed that rift. Now we are not two halves. Just a whole.”
She gazes silently at me for a long time. “That’s a little weird.”
I nod.
“But so are magical necklaces.” Linking her arms around my shoulders, she smiles up at me. “The fangs were kind of sexy.”
I grin.
“Maybe not that long,” she says, then laughs in delight when I shrink them again. “Now ask me.”
My voice thick with emotion, I do as she says. “Will you marry me, Cora?”
Her blue eyes are solemn. “If I say yes, will you ever let me go?”
“No,” I vow.
“Then yes,” she says, smiling happily.
“I love you, my beautiful Cora,” I growl softly, then capture that smile in a heated kiss.
And far less than a hour passes before she comes again.
Epilogue
Cora
Fourteen months later, the first day (or night) of summer…
Silver light from the full moon shines through our bedchamber windows as I lie half-asleep in bed, awaiting Gideon’s return—until sleep deserts me completely when plaintive cries sound from the nursery.
Since the date of his birth—which came a month early, on the night of the winter solstice—our son has never had a good sense of timing.
Smiling, I wrap a silk robe around my nude body and slip through the door to the adjoining chamber. The glow of a nightlight offers gentle illumination—and a view of the eight-foot-tall werewolf bending over the crib, with a six-month-old baby protectively cradled in one giant clawed hand.
“Just because our son is crying doesn’t mean he’s hurt,” I tell the beast. “So you can stand down. It’s probably a wet nappy. Or he’s hungry.”
Those vivid green eyes narrow on my breasts. His wolfish grin exposes razor-sharp teeth.
“Bad beast,” I tease him, and gently lift Lucas out of his arms, turning toward the changing table. “He needs a new diaper. But you probably already smelled that.”
His rumbling growl holds the sound of a laugh, and he edges in close behind me as I tend to the baby. His enormous form radiates heat like a furnace against my back, his breath hot over my skin as he bends to lick my neck.
“Behave,” I whisper, even as shivers of pleasure race through me.
He behaves until I lay the sleeping baby down in the crib, then his big hands roughly grip my hips from behind and pull me back against his thickly furred chest. Through the thin silk between us, his steely arousal is a massive burning length against my back, too massive, yet the beast still takes what he wants, tearing aside the robe and sliding his hand into wetness and heat, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing over my sensitive clit.
Clinging to his forearm, I gasp out his name. “Gideon.”
His answer is a ravenous growl, and he swings me up against his broad chest.
My breath coming in ragged pants, I tell him, “Put me down.”
His snarl draws his lips back over gleaming teeth.
