Page 49 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Oh God, yes, Michael, more,” she moaned.

He didn’t hesitate. Michael took her hard and fast, making sure she came at least twice before finishing with a deep, guttural roar.

Samantha’s brain was still trying to catch up with what her body already knew she felt, but she was simply stunned. Michael carried her to the bed and got in beside her, cradling her close.

“We’ll go down in a bit. Nap first.”

She smiled and snuggled into his side. Seemed like the big, growly Werewolf was something of a cuddler and she did not mind one bit.

“This is nice,” she whispered, afraid to break the spell.

“Nice? Love, we are just getting started.”

She guessed she needn’t have worried. Michael’s smile was warm and dazzling as he continued to hold and caress her from head to toe, dropping soft, stimulating kisses all over while he answered all her questions about what he was and what being mated to him meant.

“So, we’re like exclusive, right?” she asked, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

“Oh yes. Being mates is a soul deep connection. My wolf will have no other. You are it for me, Mate,” he murmured, tracing a line from her eyebrow to her chin.

God, the way he stared at her, like she was the sun in his sky, melted whatever ice had formed around her heart after years of being in a loveless marriage.

Her ex was a cold-hearted weasel of a man, but Michael was his polar opposite.

Michael was honest, warm and inviting, uninhibited too when it came to showing affection.

“You have no idea how much I am going to spoil you, Sam,” he growled, kissing her roughly.

The man was a magician, she thought, smiling as she kissed him back. He’d conjured passion inside what she’d thought was a faulty heart to damn nearoverflowing.

She ached for him again, even though they’d only just made love. Especially between her legs.

“Is this normal? To want you so much,” she asked, wondering if there was something wrong with her.

“Baby, I want you just as much. Feel how hard I get for you. That’s only for you, Sam. I never felt this way about anyone else.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not at all. You belong to me, and I belong to you. You have my heart, Samantha. I swear to you.”

And wonder of wonders, she believed him. They stayed in bed long enough for Michael to make her come half a dozen more times, and damn, but the man was cementing himself in her heart with all his delicious attentions.

Much later, she sat down to eat with Maya and Eileen and Michael, like a real family. The two females apparently went food shopping and had prepared a wonderful meal.

It was everything Samantha had ever wanted, and she could hardly believe it was happening. They’d yet to talk logistics, but she already thought of them as hers.

Michael stared at her while he lifted his glass to his lips, sipping the red wine she’d poured for himearlier. Samantha almost knocked down her own glass in response, but Michael righted it for her.

Oh, but the man was enough to make her clumsy, she mused with a grin. Funny how she didn’t mind it around him. She felt safe for the first time in her life. And with a Werewolf of all people!

“What are you thinking?” he asked after Eileen shooed them both out of her kitchen.

The wonderful woman loaded the dishwasher and packed away the leftovers before one of Michael’s crew drove her home.

Maya was sitting at the counter, watching a show on her laptop. Michael indulged her, but she wasn’t spoiled. And Samantha didn’t mind one bit.

Sam felt so right just being there with him and Maya. Like this was all part of her destiny.

“I am thinking I could get used to this,” she breathed the words.

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