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Ecstasy poured over her sex as he began to release into her. His howls continued to join with hers, electrifying her sex. The orgasm was like a series of tall waves that kept crashing down on her then lifting her up and taking her to the heights all over again.
She howled as she peaked repeatedly. S
weat poured from her body, and she shook all over. Fergus howled and wolf-grunted, his hips jerking as he filled her full of his seed.
When at last his hips began to slow, she found it hard to catch her breath. She felt so much in this moment, the breadth of her love for him, how much she admired him, and how thoroughly his wolfness satisfied her. She’d never known a man like Fergus before and until he’d seduced her in the dreamglide, she would never have believed she could feel this way about a wolf.
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Fergus held Mary tight against him. His cock was still buried inside her, and his heart thundered in his ears. Despite the failed bonding effort, he felt satisfied beyond words. His soul was full as he held her and slowly rocked her. “Have I thanked you for you all that you’ve done for me?”
“It’s been one of the greatest pleasures of my life to be with you and to help you stay alive.” She gasped for air, still struggling to catch her breath.
Slowly he lowered her to the bed, while supporting his weight with his forearms so he didn’t crush her. “I want to say the words anyway. Thank you, Mary. You’ve done so much for me these last few weeks, and especially over the past two days. I’m overwhelmed by how much you’ve changed my life.”
“Same here, Fergus. And I mean that with all my heart.”
He kissed her neck several times, then drew out of her. He reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand, grabbing a handful. She’d need them; he’d left a lot of himself behind.
She took them and as she rolled onto her side, she tucked them between her legs.
He turned to face her and stretched out on his side as well. She was so beautiful. Her blond hair was damp, which emphasized her strong cheekbones, her perfect straight nose, and her lips still plump from sex. Her rose-and-yarrow scent was rich in the air, swirling around her and keeping him in a partially aroused state.
His time with her had meant so much to him, but he had to address the difficulty. “We didn’t bond.”
She reached for him and rubbed the back of her hand down his cheek. “I wanted to.”
His new fae senses told him she spoke the truth. “I know you did.” In order for Mary to be accepted as an alpha-mate in his pack, she would have to release a special scent that the entire pack could recognize. It would be similar to the flowery scent he could smell right now, but it would carry his wolf musk as well. Unfortunately, she smelled the same to him, delicious and wonderful, but unbonded.
On some level, he wasn’t surprised. Not even the powerful female wolves who’d tried to bond with him in the past had been able to do it. What chance was there that Mary could?
He leaned close and kissed her cheek. “I need you to understand how impossible this might be for us.”
“Actually, I do understand. But there’s something I feel I should tell you, about why we didn’t bond just now.”
He felt her hesitation and for some reason it made him uneasy. “Tell me. Whatever it is you need to say to me, I’m here to listen.”
She released a rough, wolfish sigh. “First, I need you to know something else. Your wife’s been here. She’s been talking to me, telling me things. At first, I thought she meant only to give me a push here and there, to help me have the courage to press on. Right now, however, I’m not so sure.”
“Sharon? As in her ghost? She’s appeared to you and spoken with you?”
Mary nodded slowly. “Several times.”
Fergus was stunned. Ghosts often made themselves known to alter species, but his wife addressing his current lover felt weird by any standard.
“I don’t get it. What has she been saying about me?” His uneasiness returned.
“She knew I was needed in Savage to help keep you safe, for one thing. But she really hasn’t talked a lot about you. Mostly, she’s said things about herself, her frustrations, and her guilt.”
Fergus rose from his reclining position to sit on the side of the bed, his back to Mary. He planted his hands on either side of his thighs. His heart started beating hard. He could feel a terrible truth emerging, something he didn’t want to face, but which his fae senses could feel swirling around him like a swarm of wasps, ready to strike.
“I don’t want to talk about my deceased wife.” To say the least. “Maybe we should drop this.”
He felt the mattress rock as Mary left the bed. From his peripheral, he watched her head to the bathroom. “I understand,” she said quietly.
He’d never really figured Sharon out, not even before they went through the alter transformation. Her temperament had always been so different from his. He’d been a typical, work-focused man, ambitious, intent on building their resort and later marketing it nationwide. He’d even been considering running for state office, then the wolf alter serum had ended all his plans.
But he hadn’t been completely blind about Sharon, either. In the back of his head, he’d known she would have hated political life. Living in Five Bridges as the wife of a border patrol officer had been equally as unfulfilling for her. The trouble was, he’d suggested dozens of alternatives through the years, before and after their exile to the province. His only conclusion had been that her chronic discontentment combined with his tunneled focus on the Gordion Pack had led her to stray. As a result, his marriage had fallen apart long before she died.
