Not that they were gonna make it that far . . .

Kayla was already stripping him.

He tried to slow her down. “Sweetheart, let’s go slow, let’s . . .”

Her hand was on his cock. He shuddered. Okay. Screw slow. They could do that one next time. They had nothing but time now.

They made it to the couch. He pulled off her dress—she’d been so beautiful in it—then stared at her white garter belt with desperate eyes.

“Um, Kayla?” His hand tightened on her thigh. “You weren’t wearing any panties.” Just that sexy as hell garter and thigh-high stockings. Hot enough to make a man drool.

She smiled. “I figured I’d save us a step.”

And even though lust was freaking eating him alive, laughter burst from him.

Kayla. She’d gotten to him from the very first moment. Wrapped him around her little, lethal fingers.

He spread her legs. “Well, if it saves us a step . . .” He put his mouth on her. Licked and kissed that delicate flesh and grew even more frantic for her.

Love her taste.

Her hips arched against him. She was wet. Ready. But he wasn’t done tasting.

His tongue slid into her. His thumb pushed over her clit.

She shivered beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, marking him. For a human, the woman sure had some strong she-wolf tendencies.

He stroked her again. Licked.

And felt the tightening of her muscles around him. That was it. Just a little more . . .

Kayla came against his mouth.

It wasgonna be one hell of a night.

Gage used his teeth to pull down her stockings. He took his time licking and kissing her skin.

“Gage!”

Definite she-wolf tendencies.

He thrust into her. Sank as deep as he could go. It still wasn’t deep enough. Would anything with her ever be enough?

He kissed her. Withdrew. Thrust. Her legs wrapped around him. Her arms held him tight.

Nothing else was this good. This perfect.

The beast inside was snarling. Wild for his mate, and his mate was wild for him.

Kayla’s nails scratched down his back.

When she came again, he erupted within her seconds later. Just the start.

He’d make sure that the woman screamed with pleasure every day of her life. Every. Single. Day.

Gage wrapped his arms around her. After a while, he finally managed to get them to the bedroom. This time, he wouldn’t have to worry about a silver knife being shoved at his heart in the middle of the night.

Kayla already had his heart. She didn’t need to try and take it again. It was hers to keep, for the rest of their lives.

He lowered her onto the bed and stared down at the hunter who’d come for him. His wife.

No, there would be no silver knives this time. They would get a real honeymoon. And if they didn’t . . .

He just might have to kill someone.

Gage climbed into bed with her and pressed a kiss to Kayla’s lips.

Forever had never tasted so good.