Page 64 of The Wolf Professor

“Only if you’ll come with me,” he said.

Her face burst into a huge smile. “Yes, Max, of course I will.”

He put his arms around her. “Okay, then,” he murmured into her neck. “Let’s do this thing.”

CHAPTER 24

Three days and nights of planning and passion followed. Work on Max’s book was put to one side as they checked the weather and organized flights. Charlie booked a sled to take them into the mountains where, they guessed from their research, the Felcin pack hung out.

They were told that the sled owner knew of the whereabouts of the Felcin pack, but that there was no way to contact the pack directly, that security was tight, and ogres would intercept messages if they got the chance.

It was dangerous, but more than that, it was exciting. Exhilarating.

Charlie high-fived Max when she got the last leg of the journey sorted. And this time, when he grabbed her hand and reeled her in and kissed her, they didn’t have to resist the pull of their feelings.

And now, finally, today they would be heading for the mountains.

Waking up with Max sprawled asleep beside her, Charlie’s body thrummed with the memory of their lovemaking, the way he seemed to know instinctively the spots on her body that turned her wild, the little dip below her ear, the pad of herthumb, the curve of her spine just where her butt cheeks swelled. His touch ignited her, and she’d lost count of the orgasms they’d shared.

She looked lovingly down at him now in the bed, so ready to kiss along the perfect muscles of his back, run her fingers along his vertebra and over the firm mounds of his perfect tight ass… but they had a research assignment to complete together.

A story of veryrecent history. One that she was sure would help Max to integrate his wolf with his psyche.

She wanted him to be free, not tethered to conventions and his view of himself as this sigma wolf buried in his books, without love and laughter in his life.

He’d already broken free, by being here in the bed next to her.

But still, he held back from knotting her. And she wanted that, more than anything. It felt like only then would Max truly be hers. She wanted to test the edge of his wolf, the edge of his civilized nature, to feel the primal fear of her own wild self as he chased her.

She wanted to take them both to that edge.

Because without experiencing the edge, how did you ever live fully?

The rut had freed Eloise. And if she was honest, Charlie wanted to experience that. To reach her full potential with her mate by her side.

Mate.

Max was her mate. She knew it with all her heart now.

They hadn’t said as much, but it had been there from the moment he opened the door that day and his eyes flared with desire. A fire he tried to hide, but could not. Not from her.

Ever since the words in his first book set her heart on fire, ever since she’d gazed at him from the back of the lecturetheater, she’d known in her heart, hadn’t she, that it was more than a crush. That this had been the pull of her mate.

She was human. But she could run with a wolf. Love a wolf. Be mated to a wolf.

The thought sent a thrill up and down her spine.

She got up and padded over to the window now, shivering in the cold air. Tugging back the curtain, she saw that the sky was clear. No snow clouds in sight. The mountains way past the city walls were like cut crystal, the snow peaks visible.

Somewhere up there lived Max’s father’s pack. The Felcin wolves.

And as the weather report had predicted, it was the perfect day to go find them.

When Max stirred and stretched, she bounced over to the bed, jumped on top of him and let her curls tickle his neck until he was fully awake.

He groaned softly, then his bright topaz eyes opened. She watched them go from sleep haze to recognition, and then they flared, bright gold with passion… and love.

“Hey, there,” he husked sleepily.

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