Her mouth dried up at the sight of him even as her body tightened. So masculine, so beautiful and all hers.

“You look spectacular, Tegan. That color is just as gorgeous as I thought it would be on you.”

He took her hand and kissed it, making her smile. “Thank you. It’s lovely and the card—you remembered I was a red wolf. I’m very touched.”

“Despite how angry I was at you, I’ll never forget how magical you looked as a wolf.

The way your fur felt when I touched you. Soft. I hadn’t imagined you’d be soft like that.

I shouldn’t have been surprised you make as beautiful a wolf as you do a woman.”

“You’re making me blush. Can I say how sexy you look right now? May I touch you?”

“I love that you asked. You’re ready then? We’ve cast aside all the outside stuff and you’re submitting?”

She nodded.

“Yes, please touch me as much as you’d like.” His voice took on a subtle but obvious change. He was firmly in charge in that moment and the warmth of it brushed against her senses.

His chest called to her so she gave in and ran palms over it, reveling in the way he felt. So warm, hard and totally unique. No one else felt the way he did to her. Right. Like home.

She massaged his shoulders, brushing kisses across the width of his back as she moved behind him. The shoes brought her to his height so she licked and nibbled on his ears and neck as well. Unable to resist, her hands skimmed down and over the curve of the well-maintained, nicely muscled ass, squeezing through the denim.

“Tegan, beautiful, come around here,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.

She obeyed and he indicated she kneel on the pillow he’d tossed at his feet.

Standing in front of her, he brushed his fingertips over her neck, moving her hair to the side. “I have something for you, will you wear it? Not a collar because it’s not practical in public. I want you to always have this on, except when you’re a wolf, of course.”

She looked up and saw the necklace he held. Delicate and yet sturdy, it was a simple chain, the pendant was a Celtic knot.

“Forever. You and I.”

Nodding, she tried to swallow past the lump of emotion in her throat. “It’s beautiful.”

“Platinum. I know you can’t wear silver. I have a bracelet with the design, I thought, well I thought we could wear them in addition to our wedding rings. What do wolves do with their jewelry when they change anyway?”

Tegan laughed. People so rarely even thought about that sort of thing. “When we go through the ceremony before the Pack, my grandmother does some funky mojo over our rings and whatever she does causes the rings to stay when we’re wolves. I don’t know how it works. They aren’t on our paws or anything but when we take our human form again, they’re there. Clothes will tear if you don’t remove them but the rings she touches during the ceremony are always there. And thank you for thinking about the platinum.

It’s, well, you’re very sweet and I love you.”

He put the necklace on and she reminded herself to ask her grandmother about it, whether she’d have to take it off when she worked or not. Tegan would hate to lose something so special to her.

“While you’re down there, suck my c**k the way I like it, Tegan.”

Anticipation shivered through her at the sound of his fly opening, even as his orders made her relax.

His cock, warm and heavy and ready for her, filled her hands as she leaned in to rub her cheek over it. He didn’t know but more than her human needing to touch him intimately, the brush of a cheek against a loved one was something wolves did in submission and seeking comfort. It took on a whole new meaning when she did it right then.

His hands gently kneaded her shoulders, his fingers occasionally sifting through her hair as she gripped his c**k at the root, angling him so she could take him slowly into her mouth.

He appeared to like it when she kept him wet and sucked hard and soon, she fell into a rhythm, moving forward and pulling back, slow and steady. When he gripped her hair, a shiver of delight broke over her skin and desire coursed through her, slow and thick.

Tegan loved the way his c**k felt in her mouth, loved his taste, loved the way he grew harder as time passed. Loved making him feel good. Each time he groaned or whispered something to her, triumph flared through her system that she’d affected him.

“Mmm, that’s it. God you’re beautiful like this.”

She took note of the strain in his voice, knew he was near climax. Dipping her mouth down, she licked across his balls, tight against his body. He jerked with a groan as her fingertips pressed just behind his sac, massaging that sensitive spot.

His thighs bulged from the strain of his muscles, the fingers in her hair tightened, urging her back to his cock. She licked up the length of him before taking him between her lips again.

Relaxing, she took him as deeply as she could, speeding up, swirling her tongue around the crown, over the slit over and over and over until he gasped and came.

She kissed him gently and he held still while she tucked him back in his jeans.

Ben had never seen a more beautiful sight as Tegan made walking toward him in that robe. Her br**sts moved enticingly, her ni**les pressed against the silk, daring his hands and mouth. As if he could ever get enough. Her legs were long and supple as she moved in those sexy heels.

And on her knees before him, her hair spread about her shoulders, her lips wrapped around his cock—amazing. The mere sight of his woman caught his breath, made his heart stutter in his chest. The way she set aside how dominant she was in the rest of her life and yet truly submitted to him was such a gift.