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I spent so much time and energy hating them, when I should have been grateful. Not marrying Maddox was the best thing that had happened to me.
Next to meeting Galen.
“I know this is going to sound crazy, Talia, but I know in my heart that you are my fated mate. You have to be.” Galen tightened his hold on me, our bodies molded together.
“I feel it too, Galen, but...” The words wedged themselves between a sob and the back of my throat. “There’s no mark.”
“I don’t give a shit about a mark. I know what I feel. It’s there in the bond. You’re my mate, Talia.” Galen sounded so sure of himself and the connection between us.
But that was because he didn’t know the truth.
Everything he felt was based on the person he thought I was. Not the red eyed freak I’d become. Would he have fallen in love with a demon eyed wolf? As much as I wanted to believe the answer was yes, I feared the answer would be a resounding no.
I was a hypocrite. Condemning Maddox and his father for the lies they ensnared me with, I should have known better. Yet, there I was curled up on the couch with Galen entangling him in my own web of lies.
“I want to believe that, to be that, more than anything.” I buried my head in the crook of his neck, hiding the unshed tears glistening in my eyes from his view.
“After everything the Northwood pack put you through, I can understand why you’d have doubts.” He nuzzles into my hair, and breathes in my scent. “It’s okay, I believe enough for the both of us.”
He adjusts his position on the couch, shifting me beneath him and wedges himself between my legs.
“In the meantime, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that we’re fated mates.” Galen’s voice drops to a husky, primal baritone that raises goosebumps across my skin.
“Whatever it takes?” I rasped, my heart racing and anticipation coiling within me.
“What can I say, I’m a dedicated man.” He trailed kisses down my neck and slid his hands beneath the hem of my black dress, inched it up my thighs and proved what a dedicated man he truly was.
He hooked his thumbs beneath the thin straps of my bikini-cut silk panties, slid them down my legs and over my feet, tossing them over his shoulder onto the floor. His fingers left a wake of fire on my sensitive skin as they kneaded their way up my calf.
Every cell in my body was electrified by his touch. Anticipation built into a heady mix of pleasure and pain. I needed Galen as much as I needed air to breathe.
Maybe more.
He pressed his hand against my knee, spreading my legs further apart and buried his face between my thighs. He devoured me, laving, suckling my core and brought me to the edge of climax, but I held back.
I needed to feel him inside me, craved the way the hard length of him filled me up when I tumbled over the edge into ecstasy.
He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh, and held me in place when I attempted to move out from under him to switch positions. Galen was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm, only stopping when his name tore from my lips in a hoarse scream.
I lay there, trembling, and unable to move; my muscles weak from another first with the man who had just claimed me body and soul.
The light clank of his belt buckle and whoosh of the leather strip as he yanked it free of the pant loops securing it to waist sent my eyelids fluttering open. I watched, desire pooling between my legs again, as he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper and freed his erection.
“You’re my mate, Talia.” A primal growl built in the back of his throat, heightening my arousal. “Look at me.”
I held his gaze as he eased inside me, muscles contracting around every inch of him until his hips pressed against mine. My eyes flitted closed and I gasped with pleasure edged in the delicious pain of him buried inside me.
“Open your eyes, Talia. I want you to look at me while I claim you.” His words were enough to send me tumbling back over the cliff. “Tell me you love me. I want to hear you say it.”
I fell for Galen and fell hard.
“I love you.”
He rocked his hips, the slow rhythm increasing with each stroke until he was driven by raw need and reached a fevered pace. It was wilder, rougher than our first time together and I was certain I would be sore the next day, but I didn’t care.
It felt amazing.
Any lingering aches and pains I felt the following morning were worth it. Losing myself with him in the moment was exactly what I’d needed - what Galen had needed - and I took pleasure in knowing that we could offer that to each other.
