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“I am.”
She leaned close and kissed him on the lips. “Good, because I promise you there will be times when I’ll say no to you.”
He felt how serious she was, even adamant.
He kissed her back. “And I’ll need you to say no whenever your fae senses tell you to. I might fight you now and then because I’m damn stubborn.”
“And I’ll fight back, so beware.”
He couldn’t help himself. He smiled and caught her chin in his hand and kissed her again. “I’m duly warned.”
“As for these jaunts to D.C.,” she said, “my faeness is with you one-hundred percent. I know Savage is in deep trouble, that your wolves, our wolves, need land and lots of it. We can go see the council right now, if you want. I’m ready.”
He smiled again. “I think we can wait a few hours.”
“Fergus?”
“Yes?”
His gaze followed her hand as she planted it between her breasts. “This bond is amazing. I can feel your heart beating here, inside me. I swear I can.”
He realized he could hear her heart as well, like a second beat within his own skin. “Me, too.”
He’d spoken truthfully when he’d told Mary not long ago that she’d changed everything for him. He’d been a solitary wolf, though he headed up the Gordion Pack. Now he was connected to Mary, to his wolves, and to all of Savage in ways he’d never dreamed possible before.
~ ~ ~
A week later, Mary sat beside Fergus on a dark red couch in the sitting room of his newly remodeled master suite. When he’d begun work on the space, he’d brought in a trusted witch to cleanse the entire area of the horror Sydon had committed in his bedroom. The original furnishings had been burned on a sacred pyre, a potion added to the fresh paint, and new, consecrated furniture brought in.
She curled her knees up beside Fergus and worked on the intricate braid design that Sharon had created, but she struggled to get it right.
“Why don’t you make up a pattern of your own?” He offered. He caressed her thigh as he spoke, a gesture that sent delightful shivers up and down both legs. She made love with him frequently and howled her head off in the soundproof chamber. He did the same.
She released a lock of his hair, separated the recent untidy bit, then tried again. “I’ve thought about it, but I really like your former wife and without her, I wouldn’t be here in Savage. No, we’ll keep her design and I’ll learn to make it, even if it takes me the next decade trying.” She just didn’t
have Sharon’s nimble fingers.
She worked at it again for a few minutes, huffed an exasperated sight, then pulled the braids apart once more. She changed the subject. “Warren has grown really comfortable around me since the bond. Have you noticed?”
Fergus growled softly, a sound she loved. “He touches you more than he should. He’s taking advantage of the bond. I need to have a talk with him.”
Mary grinned. “You’ll do no such thing. Warren’s lonely, that’s all. The way you were before you took me illegally in the dreamglide.”
“I don’t care if he’s lonely. I want his paws off you. I mean, when we met at the White Flame the night after we defeated Sydon, he must have hugged you three times. How is that right on any level? You’re an alpha’s mate?”
She let the braids go, caught his scowling face in her hands, then kissed him. “Tell you what. Every time you feel he’s being inappropriate with me, I’ll make it up to you.” She then slid one hand slowly to caress him between his legs. He was in a half-aroused state, something very usual for him when they were this close. “I’ll use my tongue and my lips and take you all the way if you want. Deal?”
He groaned heavily. “You strike a hard bargain. But with that kind of offer, I might start encouraging Warren to come over more often.”
She laughed and though he tried to pull her on top of him, she gave him a shove and brushed out his long black hair once more. “Not yet, Sweetheart. I need to get this right.”
“Fine.”
He settled down as she worked his hair once more. But she sensed the shift in his thoughts as though they were her own. “Are you thinking about the memorial service?”
He nodded slowly. She let her fingers drift with his movements. “It went well.”
“I don’t think it could have been more beautiful,” she said. “And I loved how your wolves howled so softly throughout, like a choir.”
