Page 31 of Simon's Runaway Mate

I nodded. Yes, I…feel it, too. Does this mean…?

We’re connected. Fully. I didn’t realize it would kick in this strong this quickly. Not with…

Me being human?

I felt his guilt and smiled.

“I can’t change what I am any more than you can change the fact you love me,” I said aloud.

“Never,” he swore, pressing deep and staying there.

“We may not know how everything will play out with us. Our relationship is different than those of the rest of your pack. Though I’m human, it’s even different from the one between my dad and Leslie. Which means we get to grow and explore together. Learn as we go. And I can’t think of anything more exciting as long as I’m doing it with you.”

“I love you, Cecilia. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life loving you.”

“Focus on loving me right now, Simon,” I urged, wiggling my hips against his.

He laughed then groaned as I squeezed around him. It was overwhelming. I felt everything from both perspectives. It took what was there and intensified it a hundred-fold. No, more than that. It made me pure sensation, made the pleasure un-fucking-believable. We both panted, rising together. He took my mouth, ravished me with his kiss, and we exploded, riding the pinnacle of orgasm together and staying there for the longest moment.

I lost consciousness. That’s all I could think anyway, as the next thing I knew I was in bed cuddled against Simon’s chest, listening to his steady breathing. I rubbed my lips along his skin and ran my palm through the crisp hair on his chest. He mumbled something in his sleep, and his hand patted my ass before dropping limply to the bed again. I eased away, stopping every few seconds to soothe Simon when he grumbled in his sleep.

I grabbed one of his shirts and pulled it on before padding to the bathroom then out to the kitchen. My stomach was rumbling. The last time I remembered eating was when we were at my dad’s earlier. I glanced at the digital clock on the stove. Almost midnight. No wonder I was starving. Thankfully, I still had food in my fridge. Bacon, eggs, cheese. I cautiously sniffed at the milk, not one to trust the expiration dates. It was still good. I decided cheesy omelets with toast and bacon were the winner and went about cooking.

I was just setting it all on the table when Simon joined me. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans, tugging the zipper up but not bothering with the top button.

“Couldn’t resist the call of food?” I teased.

Simon tugged me into his arms, running a finger down my cheek before tipping my face upward and dropping his lips on mine. God, I loved his kiss.

“I missed you.”

I could have joked with him, but I knew he had missed me. That he’d felt the loss of me at his side when he awoke. And I felt how happy he was to have me back in his arms.

“Will it always be like this?”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’ll continue to get better.”

“I can’t imagine anything better than earlier. In the shower,” I added as if Simon wasn’t aware of precisely what I was recalling. Then I blushed.

Simon burst out laughing. “God, you’re amazing.”

“Sit down and let’s eat.” I pushed him toward the chair in front of his plate and took a seat beside him. “I’m sorry I went to sleep on you.”

“Passed out,” he corrected with a grin then groaned as he forked in the first bite of omelet. “This is fantastic.”

“It’s milk, eggs, and cheese with a few herbs. I can do a lot better with more supplies.”

“With food like this, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

I shook my head but couldn’t hide my smile. We ate in silence for a few minutes. “Did your friend head back?”

“Gabe took Madison and Maker’s body back to the pack. She’ll be held until we get back and have a chance to talk to Bas in person.”

“When do you plan for us to leave?” I asked.

“Gabe is picking up a moving truck in the morning and heading back this way. We’ll stay long enough to pack you up and take everything with us.”

“Really!” I jumped from my seat and into his lap, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing.

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