“God. God. You’re so f**king beautiful. I…” Instead of saying more he showed her.

Cruised his mouth along her collarbone. Sturdy. Strong and yet totally feminine. He licked along the hollow of her throat, swallowing the frantic beat of her pulse, tasting the echo of his own need as it seeped from her skin.

Her ni**les, so sensitive they beaded as he moved to them, tasted like everything he’d ever wanted and never knew he craved. Her arousal hung like tangible. The scent held him, fascinated, enthralled. His c**k throbbed along with the beat of her heart under his tongue as he licked up the line of her chest, up her neck, capturing her earlobe for just a brief moment cried out.

“Help me!”

With two moves, his pants were down. He kicked them free and she wrapped a long, muscular leg around his waist, drawing him tight to her. Her dress hung in tatters. He yanked off her panties, of ripping silk doing things to him low and deep.

All he could think on was shoving his c**k into her even as he knew he should take his time, show her pleasure.

“Inside or I will maim you,” she gasped out and he obliged, guiding his c**k to her gate.

The slippery entrance bathed the head of his c**k in wet heat.

He laughed, totally happy for the first time in his life, as he surged up and into her body with a cry of joy.

He stilled and she felt more than just his c**k inside her, it was as if she’d cracked herself open and he’d settled within her. His joy ebbed into her very bones, married with hers. It was so right. Tears swam, blurring her vision. Her view of this man’s face. His face.

It was then, her gaze locked with his, as he pressed back inside, she saw his wolf there, in his eyes. The loneliness of it struck her deep. This wolf of his be free, to be loved and she knew then, knew as she knew he was hers, their road would not be easy.

“Your wolf is so,” she said softly. Despite that knowing, she knew she wanted him forever and would fight for him too. For that moment, she would revel in what they had because it was.

His breath caught and he shook his head. “Wrap your legs around me.” His hands, big and strong, cradled her naked ass as he f**ked her up against the door. Urgency marred his features, the line of his mouth was hard as she leaned forward to kiss it.

He opened to her, kissing her back as she held on, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

She wanted his bare skin, needed it, so she ripped off his shirt, reveling in the way his intake of breath echoed into their kiss.

She let herself wonder in the feel of his body, in the way his skin tautened over the bunch and play of his muscles as he thrust into her body. Broad shoulders beckoned and she gave in, leaving his mouth to press her lips into the dip just below his collarbone.

His c**k was fat, broad and wide like his shoulders, a big man all around and she couldn’t wait to see him totally naked and spread out on the bed so she could touch and taste every part of him.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he managed to gasp out, “it’s so intense being inside you. Beautiful.”

She smiled and nipped his biceps just above where the sleeve of his shirt hung from his arm.

“So come. Come inside me and mark me as yours.”

“Christ.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder a moment, still f**king into her body.

“You’re irresistible, you know that? And mine. What a lucky man I am. Make yourself come, my hands are filled with your ass just now.”

She laughed, arching her body a bit to make some space to move her fingers to her clit.

“I’ll warn you, I like to come. A lot. I like sex and I’m very exacting.” She hummed as the pleasure of her fingertips sliding against her clit added to the feel of his c**k stretching her, filling her, stroking inside.

“Well, lucky for me then.”

He may have started to say more but she lost all ability to hear anything but the rush in her ears as she started to climax and a deep, rumbling growl came from his gut as he joined her.

He filled her, sealing the bond and she barely felt it when he fell to his knees, shielding her from the impact of it, holding her against him as he pressed lips to her temple.

He rushed into her senses, disorienting her a moment when she opened her eyes and saw double, felt double, but after some sweaty minutes, her heartbeat began to slow to normal and she looked into his face, caught his smile.

Shane knew he’d found more special than he could wrap his brain around as he held Megan against his body. So perfect. Strong. Gorgeous.

“Hi there.” He kissed her forehead and stood, helping her to her feet. She ran inside him like the blood in his veins and while at first it had felt strange, unnatural, by then it just felt right.

“Hi yourself.” She grinned. “So um, wow. Here we are all post-coital and I don’t even

know your birthday.”

They didn’t know each other very well at all and the reality of their situation began to hit him. Still, he couldn’t be sorry for finding her. Regardless of his choice to live outside a Pack, he accepted certain things about himself. He was a werewolf and he saw the bond between his parents. Even if his mother rejected the wolf half of his father, she loved him and he adored her. So much his father had lived outside a pack because his mother had hated it so much. So he knew it was real even if it wasn’t perfect. The love was there, enough that his father had given up his wolf half and his mother had stayed even though she had been uncomfortable with that part of him.

With Layla and Sid, he saw two mates, two wolves who accepted each other wholly and completely. They had children together, had created a family and a life. Hell, asLayla’s Anchor, he was part of that himself and that feeling of belonging to bigger than himself was he treasured.