Page 71 of Bewitching the Wolf

“I’m going to stand and carry you over to the sofa, okay babe?”

“Okay.”

I wrap my arms around her and stand up. I snuggle her against my torso and stride awkwardly over to the large sofa. I drop down to sitting, then roll so we’re lying down, with Tippy’s back spooned into me.

“That worked,” I murmur into her hair. “Any idea how long this lasts?” I feel like a bit of idiot, like the knot virgin I am. Guess I could have researched this more.

“Not sure, maybe half an hour?” Tippy supplies and we both snort with laughter again.

With her little ass snug against me, my cock warmly embedded, all I can do is nuzzle into her neck. I lap the droplets of blood gently away with my tongue. “Shit, babe, did I hurt you?”

“Yes, a little. And I loved it.”

“I shouldn’t have bitten you. I’m sorry,”

“You claimed me, Jax. It’s normal for wolves to do that with their mate. And it was perfect.” She casts a glance over her shoulder with a cheeky little grin. “And now we’re stuck together, so you can’t roll over and leave me in the wet patch. How cool is that!”

I chuckle. “I would never do that.” I cradle her closer to me, bury my face in her hair, a lump in my throat. “You are amazing. The most amazing creature, the most beautiful… the most wild and wanton…”

“I think I may be in heat, Jax.”

I grin like an idiot at her admission. “Would you give me my marching orders if we had a cub?”

“No, why?”

“You said guys aren’t welcome in vixen shifter’s lairs.”

“I guess we could make an exception—maybe.” I detect the laughter in her voice.

“That’s not good enough,” I growl. “Say yes or else.” Then I tickle her until she relents. And since she’s still knotted to my cock and can’t escape, relenting happens pretty damn fast.

“Okay,” she laughs, squirming. “Okay, yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, I promise.”

Some fifteen minutes later, my knot releases and we go and shower together outside in the balmy Wolftown air.

Then we clean up the mess in the kitchen.

Finally, we snuggle back into my big bed, kiss and talk about what a future might look like together. A future with younglings, and a home of our own.

Tomorrow we will leave our little den. Say our farewells. And the day after that, I will go on my mission, fortified by our love, our mateship bond, and the promise of a future together.

I feel no fear now. The memories of loss, the fear that I will never find happiness, a partner, have a child of my own—that has all evaporated.

The words form in my heart and I let them fall from my lips.

“I love you, Tippy Honeywell,” I whisper into the shell of her ear.

The only response is her soft, even breathing, and I stifle a small stab of disappointment that she didn’t get to hear the first time I said those three little words.

Well, so be it. Maybe she’ll hear them in her dreams.

Suddenly her ears twitch, and then a small, sleepy voice murmurs, “I love you too, Jax Summers. All the way to Earth and back.”

TIPPY