Page 78 of The Wolf Professor

But Max had other ideas.

He pulled her up to face him, then laid her back on the ground. Bent her legs up and threw one over each of his shoulders. The ripple of pecs and abs on his torso, the corded muscles of his thighs as he knelt over her, the hard planes of his face as he eased his cock into her, made a little sob of desire burst out of her.

She arched her back, pushed her hips off the ground and with her hand guided his cock into her. He stayed braced above her, that sexy as hell muscle jumping in his jaw, eyes glowing red and gold.

Her wild, wicked wolf man.

As he entered her, Charlie opened to him. At first his thrusts were slow, the pleasure intense as his cock nudged her G-spot, his hips canting faster as their rhythm met and rose in unison. He pressed her down into the leaves, and his body was a beloved weight on her as her legs came round and straddled his butt. And now his heavy breath was at her throat, and she was rocking against him, the fullness of his knot coiling the pleasure higher by the second.

“Are you mine?” Max ground out, his eyes burning into hers.

“Yes, I’m yours.”

“Is this sweet cunt all mine?”

“Always. Is this knot all mine?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, babe. Always and forever yours. I love you, my wild little rut whore.”

“I love you, my wicked wolf man.”

And with that, Max let out a triumphant howl as he pounded into her, rutting her like she’d always dreamed he would.

As her orgasm built, the second of the night—or was it the third? Really, who was counting—Charlie clung to her beloved wolf as a myriad of fireworks burst in the sky above.

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER

Everything was ready for the signing. The books were all laid out on the table. The covers, designed by Taryn, looked incredible. No question she’d done an incredible job. The title, in swirling gold lettering, was set against a backdrop of the turrets and towers of Motham Palace, in relief against a full moon.

The Making of Motham

And below that were two names:

Max Hunt

Charlie Sullivan-Hunt

Charlie glanced over at her beloved, rolling the shiny new wedding band on her finger. They’d married quietly a month ago in a registry office in Motham, in front of her parents, and Benjy and Janine. Perdita had been invited, but would not leave the mountains. She promised them another ceremony, Felcin style, when they visited.

And miracle of miracles, her mom had survived. Charlie knew her mom loved Max, even though she only ever managed to say he was very nice, considering he was a wolf. But she wentall coy when he was around. She’d even put forward his books to be stocked in the Tween Library. Charlie doubted that the Council of Towns would accept it, knowing their prejudices, but time would tell. It didn’t matter anyway, because everywhere else, it was selling like crazy.

What a year it had been. Of her and Max working together to produce this book. And while they’d discussed having a baby, it hadn’t happened yet. It seemed rutting didn’t automatically result in a cub. But they had tips and tricks up their sleeves, and next summer’s solstice rut would be as much about conceiving as about the fun of the chase.

Oh gods, how she loved her werewolf. She gazed over at him as he chatted to the crowd. Shook hands, nodded, and smiled. So tall, dark, and handsome.

And totally integrated with his wolf.

Twice more over the past year, he’d taken off to the mountains for a week to ground himself in his wolf, and it made him a more rounded guy. Calmer, and so attentive and loving to her on his return.

And freakin’ commanding in the bedroom. At night he was her dirty talking wolf. Even now, her pussy heated just thinking about the things they got up to in the dark. And in the light of the full moon.

Charlie looked up and saw their agent, a leopard shifter from Selig, wending her way toward them.

“Time to start signing books,” she purred.

Already a queue was forming. Max joined her, kissed her just below her earlobe. She still had the scar from his bite there, and his kissing it reminded them both she was his. And he was hers.

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