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“I can’t help it,” she said. “I want you inside me. The need, it aches.”

His own need to claim her a clawing within, he kicked the door shut behind himself before throwing her onto the bed with gentle arms. Her dress was shoved up around her waist, her lower body exposed and glistening, her breasts plumping up over her neckline. “Pull down the shoulders,” he ordered as he tore off his shirt. “Shove the top of your dress down to the waist, too.”

He was naked by the time she finished.

Cock in hand, he pumped once, twice.

Knees raised, she spread her thighs…and her arms.

He was lost, was hers. They’d play their sexy games later. Right now, he wanted to be inside his mate, wanted to mark her with his seed, and wanted her to mark him with her musk, her nails, her bite.

When he came over her, it was to kiss her with all the love inside his wild heart. She adored him in turn, her legs wrapping around his waist as he nudged at her entrance with his cock. Even though she was so slick, he took his time with this first dance.

The harder, rougher play could wait.

For his mate’s first time, he’d show her nothing but patience even if it killed him.

It did. Almost. Kill him.

But his reward for the teeth-gritting will was Auden’s pleasured gasp as she rode him exactly as she’d fantasized, her hands on his chest and her eyes locked with his before they hazed in an orgasm that clenched around him, breaking his control at last.

He came inside her. Marking and being marked.

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LATER, much later, he fed her pastries while she sat naked on his lap, and music played through the speakers he’d brought up, while fairy lights twinkled all around them. He’d come up early to set it all up, give his mate the romance and the courtship she deserved—and he intended to keep it up. He planned to give her everything, permeate her world with joy.

Now he nuzzled and cuddled her, and bargained for future sexual favors with bites of cinnamon roll and salted caramel cupcake, and her giggles and kisses and happiness filled his heart to overflowing.

He was Remi Denier, Alpha, Father, and Mate.

And he was living a life far more extraordinary and joyous than could’ve been dreamed of by the lonely and grieving boy whose anger had once driven him to race and race in an effort to outrun his pain. There was no more need to run anywhere.

He was home.

In his pack.

In her arms.

Chapter 50

I am calling a meeting of the board at 11 a.m. Tuesday. Attendance is mandatory.

—Message from Auden Denier to the Scott Board of Directors (17 January 2084)

AUDEN RAN HER hand down the lines of her sleek but comfortable dark pink shift one last time before she strode out of her office at the new Scott HQ in Sunset Falls and down the hall to the conference room where the board awaited—that included her uncle, who’d emerged from his kidnapping with a healthy fear of both changelings and Auden, and no actual memories of anything.

Auden might’ve felt sorry for him if she hadn’t learned that, while she lay fighting for her life, he’d set a pack of lawyers to figuring out how to screw Liberty out of her birthright. After everything Shoshanna had done to Liberty before she was even born, Hayward didn’t get to claim the one useful thing Shoshanna might have done for Auden’s baby.

As Remi would say, fuck that noise.

She gave the entire board a cool look as she entered.

Then she took control with an ease and a depth of knowledge that had never been hers before her mother decided to invade her mind.

Bleedover.

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