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“I can feel it. Fuck, the way your pussy is milking me is driving me insane.”

“There! Right there!” I cry when his cock presses against my clit as he slides into me.

I fracture, coming with a scream. My orgasm seems to trigger his, and I feel his hot release inside me a moment later.

“Elsie. Angel. Mate,” he murmurs as he buries himself deep.

I realize I’m grinning when he pulls back and looks down at me. His mouth quirks, and we smile at each other like idiots.

“Was that how it usually goes?” I ask as he rolls us over so I’m sprawled on top of him.

“I have no idea. But it was better than I ever imagined it. And I’ve imagined it a lot, especially in the last few days.”

I giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest. “What happens now?”

“We’re just getting started, mate. We have all night.”

“Oh yeah?” My body heats all over again.

“Uh-huh,” he murmurs.

Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me again.

Yeah, we have all night.

9

Pyrce

I wake before the sun with Elsie curled against my chest and her pale hair spread across my arm. For a long time, I don’t move. I barely breathe. I just stare at her and listen to the soft, steady beat of her heart.

My mark rests on the curve of her neck, red against her skin. Every time I look at it, something fierce and satisfied moves through me.

Mine, my wolf says, stretching lazily inside me.

Ours, I correct, brushing my thumb over Elsie’s cheek. And we’re hers.

He gives a pleased rumble.

Last night, she chose us. No one has ever chosen me before. My parents loved me, but they chose their fear. They chose isolation. Even after I came to Night Grove Falls and joined the pack, part of me always expected to remain on the edge of everyone else’s lives.

Then Elsie looked at me and said the words I never knew I needed to hear.

I’m choosing you too.

My chest aches just remembering it.

Elsie shifts closer in her sleep, her hand spreading over my heart. I want to stay right here forever, but she needs food. After the mating heat and everything we did last night, she needs a real breakfast, water, and probably another day in bed.

Preferably with me.

Feed our mate, my wolf orders.

I carefully slide out from under her. She makes a quiet, unhappy sound and reaches across the empty space.

“I’ll be right back, Angel,” I whisper.

Her face relaxes at the sound of my voice.