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His gaze was so trusting, and I admired him for giving himself to me. I would lay down my life for this human who’d upended my world.

Pleasure rippled over me as Matt pumped his cock with both hands, and despite him wanting to keep his eyes open, they slid shut.

The alluring image of Matt beneath me, his hands frantically tugging at his dick, sent heat radiating through me. I couldn’t get enough of my omega, my human, wanting to claim his heart and keep it safe just as I’d marked his hand.

Matt’s breathing sped up, and he tossed his head from one side to the other.

“Ranger, I'm going to come soon.”

He lifted his head and leaned forward, his eyes scrunched shut. He shouted my name and said he wanted my length inside him forever. Cum shot from his cock. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I still penetrated him, but I wasn’t at the edge, and yet I was so close to shattering.

One more thrust and waves of desire crashed over me, battering me and sapping my energy but filling me with warmth.

“I love you.”

Matt threw back his head. “I L-word you, too.”

My knot swelled, and I rolled him on top of me, pulled the covers over us, and finally closed my eyes.

TWENTY-ONE

RANGER

Matt was asleep, his head on my chest. I wished we could fondle and caress one another, and when the sun came up, we’d eat a leisurely breakfast and plan the rest of our lives.

And we could do all that, but we had a problem that needed solving first.

According to my watch, it was the middle of the night. There was no sound from upstairs, and I checked the phone.

Flint had messaged.Can’t believe you chose this night when who knows what the dawn might bring.Irresponsible.

Not now, Bro.I sighed.For a guy who’d kept his mate-to-be in a basement, he sure was giving me a hard time about having sex.How’s the house holding up?

We’re okay for now. We’ve been scouting around.He added that sinkholes had formed near the property perimeter.Water is creeping toward the boat shed, but the forecast is for the wind and rain to ease after sunrise.

Once again, I thanked our grandfather for anticipating what would happen in extreme weather and taking the proper precautions when he had the cabin built.

My brother and I texted back and forth when I should have been nibbling Matt’s ear, stroking his ass, and inhaling his intoxicating scent.

Banishing thoughts of lovemaking from my head, I concentrated on Dane. He tried to destroy our business, and even if Flint had decided to dispense a lesser punishment than death, Dane intending to kill my mate sealed his destiny. Not that Matt viewed it that way. He kept insisting Dane go to jail, but it wasn’t happening.

The plan was to draw Dane here, with the Alpha thinking he was outsmarting us. Despite having a wolf inside him, he was a city guy, whereas we’d spent our summers and holidays here since we were born.

But we needed bait, and using Matt was the last thing I wanted, but Dane craved revenge.

He would come because he’d have discovered where we were. It was what I’d do if I were him. And we’d be ready for him. He could bring the whole pack—an invasion—but he wouldn’t. Tactically, that wasn’t a smart move, and his pack was small, whereas ours numbered in the hundreds.

Matt was an easy target here, and in some ways, it would be more sensible to leave. But him being human combined with the weather guaranteed we wouldn’t get far and would have to huddle in an abandoned hut or cave, and we’d leave ourselves open to an ambush. I’d considered using our boat, the one we’d spent lazy days in during the summers, but the river was a torrent and we’d all drown.

In hindsight, perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to bring Matt to the cabin. But I’d had to get him away from Dane, and I hadn’t anticipated the damage from the storm. And well, I’d only just mated him. Probably not the best time to be making life-or-death decisions.

I couldn’t count on Dane not knowing we were mated. I had to give the Alpha shifter credit; he’d created a mafia pack, thumbed his nose at the traditional shifter mafia whose business activities and lifestyle were more measured, and he’d not only survived but thrived. He was brash, canny, and conniving, and I’d be a fool to take him for granted.

Besides, Hawk from the Nightfall pack had been at the speed-dating event. He might have picked up that Matt was my mate and spread the word. One of the SSC members could have blabbed. Doubtful, but I had to consider all possibilities.

Matt arched his back and grunted. I kissed his mating mark. His eyes opened and they darted round the darkened room before resting on my face. I waited for him to speak and begged the universe that he didn’t regret us having sex.

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