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“We might be able to find a private spot,” I said a second later once my wolf and my dick caught up to what he meant. “BUT we’ll have to be careful! We don’t want to scar someone for life.”

“We won’t go all the way out here, but I’ll get you off.”

“Who says I’m not going to get you off instead?!” I said, squeezing his hand.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” Kirk said and sprinted off into the corn maze.

Eventually I did catch up and we both got off hiding behind one of the taller haystacks. We barely had our pants zipped up before security passed by making a round. They waved and gave us a knowing smile but since they only caught us decent there wasn’t anything to get in trouble about.

“That was close,” I laughed as we slipped through a spot Kirk made between the stacks to exit the maze ‘illegally.’

“Not too close,” he said, taking my hand in his. “I’ll race you to the car!”

“Hey! How are we racing if you’re tugging me along!?”

“Want me to let go of you?” he asked, still sprinting through the crowd.

“NEVER!” I howled, following on his heels.

Chapter Ten

Kirk

All our days eventually rolled into a week. We’d done everything mates could do except go all the way and exchange our vows. Each time we touched each other it grew harder and harder to hold back but I wanted to know Chasten by more than what the claiming vow magic thought was important.

The claiming glands on our shoulders filled up with the clear magical fluid and pulled the flesh taut over them. The magic was ready but I refused to be rushed by fate. Work had emailed twice asking for an approximate return date, but I ignored both of them. I didn’t have to answer. I didn’t have to tie myself down to a date. I was a member of the Hemlock Wolf Pack like every other employee at the hospital and I refused to sacrifice a minute of the mating moon privilege that granted me. I loved my career but at the end of the day I already loved Chasten more. I’d go back to work eventually but for now I was happy to lay around and watch him draw or let him use my bare flesh as his canvas. His social media feed was filled with photos of the latter.

“Give me the thingy,” Chasten yawned late one Friday afternoon.

We had played around and fallen asleep still messy from all the pleasure pouring from our bodies.

“Thingy?” I asked, opening one eye. “I think we’re too old to call it that now.”

“No, the thingy! The blood sugar thingy!”

“Your glucose meter?” I asked.

“Yes! I’m too hot! Quit fucking with me, Kirk!” He spat out the words, and I sat up. “It’s on your side of the bed.”

I grabbed it and did the dirty work of pricking his finger. I really started to worry when for once he didn’t argue about me doing it for him.

“What is it?” he asked before the test strip had time to do its thing.

“Not sure yet, babe,” I said, reaching over to feel his forehead.

He leaned into my hand and met my eyes with a hungry gaze. I swallowed hard and glanced down at the meter to confirm his blood sugar was fine and it was.

“You’re in healthy range. I don’t think this has anything to do with that,” I said, putting everything back in the carrying case and laying it back down on the nightstand.

“What is it then? I’m not pregnant,” he laughed, flopping onto his back.

A thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead and the tip of his perfect nose. I let out a long, slow breath before stretching out beside him.

“Sometimes the magic that explodes when true-mates meet up doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” I said, choosing my words carefully.

“Huh?” He blinked at me and his mouth hung open a second later. “OH! Fuck!”

“That’s what it wants,” I said, resting a hand on the flat plain of his belly.

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