“Being your mail-order groom is a fucking joy, Hoover,” Wyatt finally said. “I’m really damn glad you’re my mate.”
My wolf surged forward.
“Not again,” I moaned, clutching my chest.
“She wants to shift already?” Wyatt’s eyebrows lifted.
I was too busy bending in half as my body restarted the torturous process.
It was brutal.
Really fucking brutal.
But the pain was gone when she finished, so at least I had a break from it.
Wyatt and I were on the floor together, his food half-eaten and completely forgotten, when my wolf stood and nuzzled him.
He rubbed her fur, cuddling back as she buried her face against his chest.
I didn’t have time to notice what he was saying to her—because she quickly buried her teeth in his shoulder.
Wyatt’s entire body went rigid as my wolf pulled away, nuzzling his face again.
After a few moments of silence, he finally rubbed her head again. I saw shock written in every line of his face.
She shifted back yet again, and he talked her through it.
Maybe it was slightly faster than it had been. I wasn’t sure. I was definitely going to have to take his pack’s shifting classes, which was endlessly annoying. I’d probably want to punch Stella’s orAbby’s mates in the face if they tried to coach me through shifting.
When the change was finally finished, my entire body was draped over Wyatt’s. I was absolutely clinging to him, and I felt no shame for doing it.
“Your wolf bit me,” Wyatt said, clearly still in shock.
“Of course she did,” I mumbled against his neck. “She loves you as much as I do.”
His arms tightened around me. “We’re mated.”
“Abby said it’s permanent.”
“It is, Hoover. You’re mine.”
“Don’t be a caveman. You’re the one who’smine, Jones.” His skin was crazy hot. Maybe mine was too. I was starting to ache between my thighs. “Do you feel that?”
“Yeah. It’s the climax.”
“How horny are we going to get?”
“Maximum.”
“Is that the proper way to measure horniness?” I asked against his throat.
“Yes. Minimum. Medium. Maximum.”
“So right now, we’re at medium horny?”
“Nah. This is minimum.”
I pressed my ass against his erection a little more, and earned a quiet growl for it. “That’s minimum?”
