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It didn’t matter. He was one in his heart. Nothing would ever change that. He dragged his tongue over her spine, admiring the delicacy of it. She’d fought death itself, was tougher than anyone he’d ever met. Now, not a blemish remained. No bruises or cuts to mark the battle they’d won, other than the mark of the white wolf and the mating mark.
They belonged together.
He nudged at her opening, the head of his cock probing her entrance. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Her willingness to accept him, her eagerness, snapped his restraint. Gripping her hips in his hands, he slammed forward.
Their cries of pleasure mingled. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain some semblance of control. Whenever he was with her, he lost it. She was so tight, her inner muscles squeezing, milking his shaft.
She was panting heavily. “Finish it.”
With a primal growl, he planted his hands next to hers on the mattress, his big body covering hers. He nuzzled the curve of her neck and froze. What if his fangs wouldn’t come?
He shook his head, unwilling to accept that. Closing his eyes, he went deep into himself, arrowing straight to his heart and the mark of the lone wolf.Just let me claim her.It was greedy of him to want it. The wolf had saved her life. She already wore his mark.
“Devlin?” She was quivering beneath him, poised on the brink.
I’m an idiot.He had a warm, willing woman who loved him and he was worried about himself. Talk about selfish. He already had everything he needed.
Reaching one hand down between her legs, he found her clit and rubbed it lightly. Her sex clutched around his dick. His eyes almost rolled back in his head. They were together. Everything else was icing on the cake.
He began to move, starting shallow and slow, getting deeper and faster with each forward thrust. The slap of skin against skin, the squeaking of the bedsprings, and the gasping of breath mingled together to create a sensual song. Sweat made both of them slick. Their bodies glided together in perfect harmony, her pushing back as he drove forward.
Her thin cry made his balls clench. Her sex rippled around him. His orgasm ripped through him, starting in at the base of his cock and rocketing out through the tip. He threw his head back, his eyes blind with pleasure.
His fangs dropped. Springing forward, he clamped his jaws around her shoulder. She cried out again, her entire body trembling. He couldn’t tell if she was having another orgasm or if it was a continuation. Hips driving forward, he pounded into her, unable to stop, needing to milk every drop of pleasure.
When she collapsed onto the bed, he went with her. After carefully removing his fangs, he ran his tongue over the puncture wounds. Locked inside her, he rolled them to the side so he wasn’t crushing her.
Long minutes passed as their breathing returned to normal. They were both damp and sticky, but he didn’t want to let go. Not that she seemed in any hurry. She nestled her ass against him, making a contented sound.
“I love you.” He pressed his lips against the mating mark.
She reached over her shoulder and touched his face. “I love you, too.” Her fingers went to her neck. “We’re mated.” She hesitated. “I felt your fangs. Does this mean your wolf is back?”
Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. The first stirring was slight. It was almost as if the wolf had been asleep and was waking and stretching, testing its legs and limits.
Are you okay?He waited with bated breath for an answer.
We are the white wolf.
They were the exact words the wolf had spoken when he’d made his transition and his life had changed irreparably. Relief flooded him. “He’s back.”
Zoe wiggled until he eased out of her and turned to face him. She touched the mark over his heart. “I’m glad the wolf is okay. Can you thank him for me? I know he’s the reason I’m alive.”
Mate.
The word echoed in every cell of his body. It seeped into his soul. With it came a certainty. The white wolf had claimed her. “You belong to us.” He traced the tattoo over her heart. “You’re not a wolf, but whatever spell the mage cast, combined with your death experience and the power of the white wolf, changed you.” He had no idea how she was going to take this. “I think you’re immortal.”
Her eyes went wide. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She closed it and swallowed several times. “Immortal?”
“Yes.” Worry slid through him until every muscle was tense. It was a lot to ask her to mate with him, the white wolf. She hadn’t signed up for eternity. His wolf paced inside him, no more at ease than he was.
She licked her lips. “Does that… Does that mean I’ll heal like you? Not that I’m complaining, but that’s a long time if I can get sick or end up maimed in a car accident or something.”
If a wolf could laugh, his was. Devlin loved the way her mind worked. It would take an eternity for him to figure her out. “You’ll heal.” He ran his fingers over her cheek. “Your bruises are gone.”
Her entire face brightened. “You’re right. And my broken arm.” She flexed it. “This is so cool.”
“Your arm was broken?” He should’ve found a way to kill Charles and Solange.
