Megan opened her eyes, as she watched him get dressed and head to the door.

“Thank you, Adam. For everything.” She waved. He laughed. “It was my pleasure.

Thank you. Thank you both.”

And he was gone.

Shane didn’t speak for a long while. What had just happened was intense and wonderful on many levels and he didn’t want to spoil it with words. He brought her against his body, spooning her to himself, content to breathe her in as they got their breath back.

“Wow,” Shane finally said softly. “I can’t, there aren’t words for how you were, how hot it was to see you between us that way. You’re amazing.” He nuzzled her neck and she sighed, wriggling back into him. His c**k stirred, happily ready to take her again. He did have to admit that was one of the best things about being a werewolf.

“It was awesome. And it feels like you’re ready to go again.”

“Can you take me?”

She turned in his arms, big green eyes looking up into his face, seeing right to the very heart of him. “I want you inside me.”

He hugged her then, before rolling off the bed to stand. Reaching out, he dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Slowly, seductively, Megan stretched one leg up and around his body, spreading herself open for him. The bed was the perfect height for this.

She was so f**king beautiful there spread out just for him like a banquet. He tested her, finding her wet and swollen from their last round. Her clit was slippery and sensitive and she caught her breath as he flicked his fingertips over it.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, grabbing his c**k and guiding him true. When the head of his c**k entered her, he stilled.

Her eyes, those eyes looked up into his and he felt deep inside him stir and unfurl. With the late afternoon sun glinting off her pale skin, she glowed like alabaster. Tri-bond established at last, she was all his. Forever.

He felt a pulse of her honey scald his balls. Smiling down at her, he hilted with one last

press into her, loving the way her pu**y fluttered and clutched his cock.

She sighed and stretched, arching her back toward him. “So very nice,” she murmured lazily.

“Mmmm. I’m in total agreement.” He dragged himself out of her tight, slick heat and thrust back in. What a f**king understatement that was.

“Yes,” he said, unable to speak again for a few moments, “I’m going to need to do this every f**king day.”

The pace was slow, leisurely but intense. Their gazes locked together, they didn’t need to speak much because their bodies said everything needed saying. All uncertainty of where he’d live and what their next steps would be didn’t matter compared to what with each other right then. What they would always be.

The depth of that connection shook him. He fall to his knees and thank the heavens for it, for the way it made him feel totally right and whole. But also to rail and cry because he truly felt the depth of his disassociation with who and what he was in his togetherness with Megan. The contrast of the two halves of his existence shook him deeply.

There was only her, he had to stop thinking about anything but her. They didn’t say anything further as he quickened his thrusts. That is, began to beg. If she only knew, if he only could reveal that dark place deep within him, the part that loved to make a woman beg.

“Please, please, please,” she whispered over and over.

Please?” A slow grin broke over his face.

“Oh God yes, please,” Megan answered, nodding, sending all that gold hair into disarray.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll just, you know, get a sandwich and come back in a few minutes.” He grinned at her. Until she shifted so she could reach around and cup his balls, running her fingernails over them, palming them at the same time. She undulated her hips, her inner muscles squeezing and stroking his c**k until beads of sweat popped out on his forehead.

Her satisfied smile made him laugh.

“Okay so the sandwich can wait. Yes. Oh yeah, like that.” He bit out the words as he began to f**k her hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberated through the room as he watched her br**sts moving up and down as he thrust. He crawl inside her and stay there for the duration.

She arched and he adjusted his entry so that on each thrust the length of his c**k brushed against her clit. Those desire-heavy, half-lidded eyes flew open as she gasped. Hercunt spasmedaround his c**k as she came.

A ragged moan came from him as the echoes of her orgasm through her pu**y dragged him into his own climax. He thrust harder then, his back straightened and, deep within her, his c**k unloaded as he growled low and yet loud.

Finally, he collapsed onto her, both their bodies still partly off the bed, her legs still clasped around his waist. Chest to chest, their hearts pounded, rebounding off the other as the sweat cooled and breathing normalized.

He looked at the digital clock next to the bed and realized his entire universe had changed in less than six hours.

Chapter Five

By the time they got back downstairs, it was already dark and people were ready to go to dinner.

“Gorgeous, I just heard the news!”

Megan heard the voice as she turned into arms already surrounding her in a hug. “When did you get here?”

Josh, the Pacific Pack’s Enforcer gave her a full kiss on the lips and Shane growled, yanking him back.

“Whoa!” Megan and Tracy both stepped in. “He’sTracy ’s Enforcer and he’s just

congratulating me. It’s. He’s a wolf, he knows I’m mated.”