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Drew still said nothing but turned and ran out the door, his body contouring, changing, and growing as he shifted into his wolf and bounded across the deck. Alyssa raced to the door. Standing in the doorframe, she watched as Drew frolicked in the snow.

He freaking frolicked in the snow.

And it looked like fun.

Alyssa shifted and took off after him. The second she got close, he ran again. She gave chase, following him deeper into the forest. His scent was everywhere, and she basked in it. At one point, he chased her around a tree, nipping at her back legs, urging her on. She discovered she was faster than him, although just barely. He kept pace, but she suspected that she could outrun him if she put on a burst of speed.

Briefly, they followed the scent of a fox, then a rodent, before they came upon a little pond. She approached the little stream that fed into the pond and lapped up some water. Drew approached and did the same.

Her first run with another wolf, with Drew. The moment was special. She knew she’d come back here tomorrow and capture it on a canvas, but for now, this night was for them.

Alyssa rolled onto her back, and Drew jumped playfully toward her. They wrestled on the ground until Drew’s jaws closed around her neck. It reminded her how powerful he was, how strong and capable. But then his hold loosened, and he licked her muzzle.

The air between them sizzled. She could scent his arousal, could feel his need almost as powerfully as she felt her own.

Soon they were running back, racing each other, it seemed, for the house.

She shifted back into human form, flexing her muscles as she walked through the door. Drew came through seconds later, his walk solid and sure. Without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her, slowly backing her toward the fireplace.

Their hands were wild, touching everywhere, stroking, teasing, and rubbing. Their lips never separated. He eased her down before the hearth until her back rested on the soft white faux rug.

His hand rubbed the side of her knee, coasting along her outer thigh as he lowered himself, covering her body with his. “You never need to be alone again. I swear you’ll always have me. Just let me love you.”

Not waiting for a response, his lips sought hers. Her fingers sank into his hair, playing with the soft tresses. He kissed her lips apart, his tongue slipping deep within her mouth, prompting a moan. Her legs rose to hug his hips.

Between them, his hand disappeared, his fingers teasing her opening, spreading her wetness before dipping into her, up to the first knuckle, then the second. Then he withdrew before stroking deep again.

He pulled back and stared down at her, watching her face as he fingered her until she was on the brink. He nodded in ascent so she would let go, and she broke, her back arching off the rug, her nipples beaded tight despite the warmth of the nearby flames.

She’d barely ridden the waves of pleasure when his lips came crashing down upon hers. He held her open with two fingers before fitting the head of his cock against her entrance. Thrust after thrust, they moved together, making love on the rug, the scent of the forest lingering on their bodies and the light from the fire casting shadows over their faces.

Drew alternated between kissing her senselessly and watching her face. Each time he stared at her, she felt their connection deepen.

Changing the angle of his hips, Drew hit her G-spot on each thrust, and soon she was coming again, tears slipping down her cheeks. Above her, he broke eye contact and threw his head back, releasing a long, low groan as he spilled inside her.

Her fingers coasted over his arms, shoulders, and chest as she watched him in the throes of passion. He was beautiful, caring, and powerful, and all hers.

Never again would she be alone. She finally believed those words.

Chapter Seventeen

“After we catch this guy, I’m going to take a little break from the pack.”

Drew looked across the cab of the truck to where Callum sat. That morning, they’d received a call about Mitch. Greg had spotted someone matching the stray’s description near a strip mall. Drew had arrived in time to watch the man wander into a clothing store. Clearly, he hadn’t heeded the get-out-of-town threat.

In a dark hoodie pulled up around his face and glasses blocking his eyes, Drew hadn’t been sure at first if it was him, but the scent was undeniable.

In such a populated area, Drew couldn’t do much. They needed to grab him somewhere quiet, preferably closer to the outskirts of town. Near Wildlings would be even better.

Callum had walked over from his apartment and joined Drew in the truck, watching as Mitch disappeared into one store, then the next.

“Am I working you too hard?”

“Always.” The beta laughed. “Nah. I’m going to go find my mate.”

“Really?” Drew said, surprised. Callum had been acting a little strange lately—more reserved.

“Yeah, well, with Mom and Dad back in Florida, and Fredrica going on tour in the spring with Maddox, it just feels like it's time, you know?”

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