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When their lips met, something liquid and molten surged through him. Something heated and filling. Something that touched his soul—the one he shared between man and wolf.
The one that loved this woman with everything he had.
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Brandy nearly melted under the heat of Reardon’s kiss… or was it Alator’s kiss?
It’s Reardon McAlator’s kiss. And she freaking loved it. She had her very own werewolf right here in her arms. Never in a million years did she ever think this day would come.
She’d wished for it. Every time she added to her lycanthropy notes, every time she’d heard about a new case of someone reporting they could change into an animal, every time she watchedTwilight,she’d fantasized about meeting a shapeshifter. If she were being honest, the fantasy always ended with her and the shifter getting it on.
And now it’s really happening.
Brandy climbed onto Reardon’s lap and he wrapped his muscled arms around her, pulling her hot, ready center closer to his hard, ready arousal.
“I think it’s time for you to lose the clothes again, big boy.” She sucked gently on his bottom lip and absolutely loved the low growl that rumbled—very wolf-like—deep in his throat.
“Only if you’ll lose yours too.” He skimmed his fingertips along her stomach under her tank top.
“Deal.” She nearly tore her top off then set to work removing his T-shirt.
Reardon palmed her breasts and the heat of his hands through the thin fabric of her bra pebbled her nipples. He unclasped the bra and tossed it aside, his hands taking over the job of cupping her breasts.
“So beautiful…” His voice was raspy with need and the timbre of it struck something inside Brandy like the pluck of a guitar string. The vibrations pulsed all over her body, but at her core mostly. She’d never wanted something as much as she wanted Reardon.
She slid off his lap so she could get rid of her shorts. Reardon stood and pushed off his jeans, appearing to be as eager, as aroused, as she was. When they were both naked, she made a move to jump at him, but he put his hands on her shoulders first.
“Thank you, fairy lass.” He stared directly into her eyes, his own green-gold ones intense and… glowing. Brandy couldn’t look away. He was enthralling.
“For what?” she asked, her voice ragged with need. She wanted him inside her right now.
“For forgiving me. For accepting me. For wanting me.”
She shook off his hold so she could step closer and hook her hands on his shoulders instead. “Thank you for protecting me against Hank. Thank you for saving Dylan and me in town. Thank you for trusting me with the story surrounding your secret. Thank you for shifting in front of my mother and my friend to shut them up.” She smiled when he laughed. “Thank you for making love to me and waking me up inside. Thank you for making love to me again right now.”
He pulled her in so her entire front was touching his in one long line of warm, naked flesh. She loved the way her nipples rubbed against the hard muscles of his chest, the way his erection sought entrance between her willing thighs.
Reardon teased her at first, slowly running the tip of his arousal back and forth along her throbbing center. When he finally turned her so she was facing the boulder and rubbed his desire along her from the back, she cried out, her desperation for him threatening to rip her apart.
“Please, Reardon. Now.” She ground her bottom against him, loving the moan it pulled from him.
He bent her forward, his hands covering hers on the boulder and his body draped over her like a heavy blanket. A werewolf blanket. She loved the weight of him surrounding her. When he slid into her from behind, she let out a shuddery sigh and pressed herself against him.
They fell into an easy rhythm, and in no time, Brandy was soaring. Flying high. Peaking. Diving. Tumbling over the edge with this amazing man, wolf, werewolf… soul mate.
When they’d both fallen apart in a shower of pure bliss and her legs could no longer support her, Reardon lifted her into his arms and set her in his lap again as he sat on the boulder. His breathing was as labored as hers, but the smile on his face told her he’d enjoyed himself. He caught her lips with his and they kissed in the quiet of the woods until they had to stop for more air.
“Oh, lass…” Reardon traced circles on her thigh, his big hands rough against her skin. “I didn’t know feeling like this was possible.”
Brandy nestled closer. “Neither did I, and now that I do know, what can we do to keep you here?”
He squeezed his arms around her. “Knowing that youwantto keep me here fills my heart to overflowing.” After dropping a soft kiss on her forehead, he leveled those gorgeous wolf eyes at her. “But I don’t think Flidae will change the rules for anyone. Least of all me.”
“There has to be a way, Reardon. I can’t have found you only to lose you.” Brandy shook her head. “My sister, Dylan’s mom, was taken from me. I don’t think I can stand to see someone else I love go.”
The hopeful look on his face was adorable. “You love me?”
She fingered his jagged ear. “I love you and your wolf. Does that officially make us soul mates?”
