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The beast inside her howled with sheer elation, and she knew without a single shred of doubt that this was far more than just sex. This was even more than love. This was more than even soulmates. It was impossible to describe, and it brought her to tears all over again.

Chapter 25 - Kane

How the hell do I explain this? The question ran through Kane's mind over and over as he held Miley in his arms.

After having made love, he was more certain than ever. She was his fated mate. There was no doubt about it. But how could he possibly explain something like that to her when she was just barely getting her head around being a damn werewolf?

If someone had come to him trying to explain such things so shortly after he had been turned, he would have laughed in their face. And the thought of Miley doing that made him feel sick.

What made him feel even worse was imagining that he might actually scare her away if he were to tell her the truth. What if it was too much for her?

His grip tightened on her instinctively. Just having her lie on his chest, feeling the warmth of her body against his own, was the best thing he had ever experienced. Every experience with her was the next best one of his life. He had never imagined it could be this way.

His entire body tensed when Miley started to struggle up out of his arms.

Did she already regret what they had just done? It didn't bear thinking about.

“What's the matter?” he asked, barely daring to ask when she looked down at him with a quizzical expression.

“Does…does it always feel like this?”

She averted her gaze, her cheeks growing red as if she were embarrassed. Kane hated that she felt that way in front of him.

Reaching up, he slipped his fingertips under her chin and urged her to look at him. “What?”

“Wolf sex, is it always this…intense?” Miley asked, closing her eyes for a second and breathing deep before asking, “Is sex in general always this intense?”

Kane breathed a deep sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn't be so confused after all.

“Don't get me wrong, sex is always pretty…great,” Kane said, shivering. “But never like this.”

Miley's eyes fluttered open then and she looked down at him with clear surprise in her green gaze. “Really? I feel foolish. I have nothing to compare it to.”

Again, she averted her gaze, rubbing her arm awkwardly.

Kane sat up then and grabbed her, forcing her to look at him. “You are no fool, Miley. You are beautiful!”

She blushed at that, smiling innocently, her lip quivering a little.

Damn, she wasn't just beautiful, she was drop-dead-gorgeous. And somehow, she had ended up in his bed, in his heart.

“I've had sex, Miley. I'm ashamed to say, a lot of sex,” Kane admitted, and he bit his tongue when a little pain flashed through her gaze. He gripped hold of her face in both his hands then and forced her to meet his gaze as he added, “It has never felt like this before.”

“I…I thought maybe I was just being young and dumb,” she said, biting her bottom lip in a way that made him want to take her again right then and there.

“Well, then I must be young and dumb too, but honestly, who believes that?” Kane said, laughing. He was pleased when she laughed, too.

“You feel it too, then?” she asked, blinking at him with those big, round green eyes of hers. He could have drowned himself in those eyes, happily.

“Yes,” he breathed, leaning forward to kiss her delicately. He pulled back again and said, “There's a term for it among the werewolves.”

Miley raised a brow. “What term?”

Kane's stomach twisted. His throat constricted and he struggled to speak. “Fated mates.”

He prepared himself for Miley's reaction, waited for her to begin laughing. But she never did.

Instead, she tilted her head and asked, “You mean like humans bang on about soulmates?”

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