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It was the silver lining in a shitstorm that might have cost them both their lives. There was much to talk about, but it could wait. Right now, there was something far more pressing. “Are we safe here?”
“We should be. Why? Do you not feel well? Do you need a doctor?” He lifted her onto the bed and yanked off her shoes and jeans.
“Whatever happened in that warehouse, it brought me back to life. I don’t even have a headache.” She held up her hands. “Thanks for removing the cuffs. I don’t remember that. But look. Not even a mark.” And her wrists had been a bloody mess. Not to mention the bone that had snapped in her arm. Even now, the memory made her flinch.
His jaw tightened. “I didn’t remove them. They disappeared in the blast.”
That was too much to wrap her head around. “Okay.” She drew the word out. “We’re never going to fully understand what happened.” Taking a deep breath, she took a step toward the unknown future. “How about we make the mating real?”
…
His dick went from semi-erect to hard as a spike. He’d been doing his best to ignore it—not easy when Zoe was almost naked. Her question blew any chance of that.
“Are you sure?” She’d been through so much, physically and emotionally.
She sat up, grabbed his hand, and positioned it over her heart. Then she placed hers over his. Their hearts beat in tandem. His tattoo warmed, as did the one under his palm. “Oh.” She pulled back her hand and he did the same. Both marks were glowing. Then she smiled. “There’s your answer.”
They were mated, but it went deeper. Her death and rebirth had joined them in a way he couldn’t fully explain. The spark, the essence, the power of the white wolf lived in them both. Zoe truly was his.
He ripped off his clothes and took her down onto the mattress, covering her with his body, his lips finding hers. Screw the outside world. They were alive and, miracle of miracles, Zoe was healed and healthy and wanted to mate with him for real. All the bleak years of his life were worth it, as they’d led him to this woman and this moment.
There was a slight pang, but he shoved it aside. If the white wolf was gone, if he could no longer shift, he’d live with it, as long as he had Zoe. Money wasn’t a problem, but Solange and Charles might be. He had no doubts they’d escaped. He’d come so damn close to losing her. He’d never take their time together for granted, for as long as either of them lived.
“You’re thinking too much.” She rubbed his chest. “Whatever happens, we’ll handle it.” This brave, beautiful woman was right. Not that he’d tell her that. She’d never let him forget it. “What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.” He nuzzled his way down her neck to the mating mark. It was a tangible reminder that she belonged with him. And now she’d chosen him. He wanted to howl and beat his chest. Instead, he nibbled at her skin.
On a moan, she hooked her legs around his thighs and rubbed her mound against his erection. “That’s amazing. I feel it everywhere.”
She was so open, so giving. Talk about a turn-on. His dick was ready to explode, but he wanted to do this right, which meant taking his time. He kissed a path down to the valley between her breasts. She was still wearing her bra, so he licked along the edges of the cups, tasting the salt from her skin. Her nipples were hard nubs, pressed against the fabric. He opened his mouth and sucked one in.
Breathing ragged, she grabbed handfuls of his hair and held him to her. He raised his head long enough to flick open the front clasp of her bra and peel the edges back. “Beautiful.” He squeezed one firm mound, loving the way the nipple darkened as he rubbed his thumb over it. Lowering his head, he teased the tip with his tongue.
Savoring her groans and breathless demands for more, he kept up the sensual torment, going from one breast to the other. She undulated beneath him, grinding her pelvis against his bare skin.
Her arousal perfumed the air, igniting a firestorm of need within him. Unable to wait any longer, he left a trail of kisses down her slender torso and nibbled on each hip bone before peeling her underwear off. Naked, she took his breath away, her creamy white skin pure temptation. He wanted to lick every inch of her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and damp, her eyes glazed with passion.
Ignoring the way his balls were trying to crawl into his body, he settled between her spread thighs and stroked a single finger over the slick folds of her sex. So pretty and pink and delicate, and all his. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Devlin.” She drew his name out on a moan.
“Hmm.” He’d never get enough of her.
“Don’t make me have to hurt you.” She thumped her feet against his back.
Her demands made him want to smile. Only Zoe had this effect on him. “I’m tough,” he teased. “I can take it.”
“I can’t,” she wailed. “I ache.”
Her honesty broke him. He dragged his tongue over her sex, feasting on her before capturing her clit and sucking hard. The high keening sound she made had the fine hairs on his body standing on end.
He eased a finger into her, testing her readiness. Hot, wet heat surrounded him. So much for slow. He pulled back and flipped her over onto her stomach.
“Hey,” she protested.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees. “This is how wolves mate.” It was how he wanted to claim her. She was a worthy partner for any wolf.
I might not be one any longer.
