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I’d made a habit of licking Mo’s demon tattoo, so neither of us complained for a damned second when they inked the base of her neck with the magical paw print that now marked her as a werewolf hybrid. The tattoo framed the bite scar my wolf had given her, and my girl wore them both with pride.

And when they insisted on inking me with the same tattoo, Morgan’s grin was so excited that I didn’t bother trying to argue.

As soon as they left, she fucking attacked me—and I ravaged her just the way she liked it.

We were snuggled upon the floor together afterward, our new tattoos already healed up nicely thanks to the magic running through our veins.

“I think I burned off more of your hair,” she whispered to me, apologetic as she fiddled with the strands. “Sorry.”

“I already scheduled a cut,” I told her, with a chuckle.

It was time for the long strands to go.

My pack mates and I had all started growing our hair out when we moved into the forest, deciding it marked us as the feral wolves everyone had taken to calling us. Now that I had my Mo, I didn’t feel feral.

Just really fucking lucky.

“Is it going to piss the pack off?” she asked me, working her fingers through the tangles she’d probably put in my mane herself. We’d reached a tentative truce with them, and they’d all apologized for the shitshow that had gone on the last time we visited. Now, she was giving them a second chance with this camp out. And if they fucked it up, I’d rip out their damn throats.

“Nah. They already think I’ve been tamed.”

She snorted. “You kind of have.”

I squeezed her bare ass in my palms. “Want to say that again?”

A laugh escaped her. “You’reverymanly, andverywild. How’s that?”

My chuckle rumbled both of our chests. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

“Oh, I know.” She nipped at my neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I stole her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth without pause. Her fingers dug into my pec as our tongues and lips danced, the motion so damn intimate after all the time we’d spent practicing.

“Are you sure about this camp out?” she asked me, breathless as she pulled away.

“Positive. Kai’s even dropping Lucas’s old shit in his townhouse, so the place doesn’t look as bad when you walk in. They’re taking it seriously this time.”

Morgan frowned, her sexy little forehead wrinkling with the expression. “Did he text Iris before just showing up?”

“I’m sure he did. Ryder told him she was staying there ages ago.” I stroked her long, pale hair. “Ready, baby?”

“So ready,” she drawled.

A snort escaped me. “You’re fucking adorable.”

“So you’ve said.” She flashed me a grin as she eased herself up off my chest, grabbing my hand and dragging me to my feet alongside her. “Let’s go.”

Morgan towed me to the bedroom, and as I watched her hips sway, a simple thought rolled through me.

I was really fucking glad that fate had decided to pair me with this sexy little demon.

And even more grateful that she let me call her mine.

EPILOGUE

KAI

“Thanks, mom, but we’re fine,”I grunted into the phone. It was sandwiched between my shoulder and ear, while the box of old clothes and coloring pages I wasn’t allowed to toss (under the orders of my five-year-old) was in my arms. I’d been collecting shit for nearly a year since the last time I dropped a box off at the townhouse I kept but never used.

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