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I stare at her. Her words are like a knife in my gut.

“Nothing about you is average, Callie. You’re the most amazing person I’ve met in my life. You’re my mate. My only mate. There’s never been anyone else. Ever.”

Her beautiful lips part. “What do you mean?”

I shrug. “A shifter only mates with his mate.”

Her eyes widen as she understands the implication of my words.

“Your pussy was the first to clench around my cock. Your womb was the first to be flooded with my seed.”

“B-but you’re so hot, and…and you must’ve had women all over you.”

I shake my head. “Shifters aren’t like human guys. That kind of crap means nothing to us.” I grab the neck of her shirt and pull it down, exposing the mark I gave her last night. It’s beautiful; a deep shade of reddish purple, like a stormy sunset. “Did you forget about this?”

She puts her hand to it. “It tingles. I mean, it was tingling like crazy a minute ago.”

“That’s because we were apart,” I tell her. “Our souls are connected. They always were—via some invisible thread that joined us. But now we’ve mated, the bond is so much more powerful.”

She blushes. “I thought it was like a love bite or something. I mean, I knew it wasn’t, but I could hardly believe it.”

I suppress a grin. “Nothing like a love bite. This here, means you’re mine. Forever.”

Her lovely hazel eyes lock onto mine. “Forever,” she repeats.

“I love you, Callie.”

“Oh, I love you, too.”

My heart booming, I sweep her up into my arms, and I kiss her long and deep. When I perch her sweet ass on the porch rail and slide between her thighs, I discover she’s not wearing anything under my shirt. And her hot little pussy is at the perfect height to press against my swollen cock.

Holy hell, she’s wet already. When I slide my cock up and down her pretty lips, she moans into my mouth, and her soft hands clutch at my shoulders. Naturally, my cock slides into her entrance.

I feel her tense. “Easy, baby,” I mutter, and I guide my broad head into her. She’s not a virgin anymore, and my shaft goes in easier. I feel her tiny muscles gripping me tight as she opens for me.

“Oh, my god,” she whispers as I thrust in, more and more of my dick filling her tiny pussy. When I hit home, she gasps. I’ve impaled her with my monster cock. Her lips are red and parted and her eyes are a little glassy.

And I need to see more of her. I tear open the buttons of my shirt and yank it off her shoulders, releasing her lovely big tits. There she is, as nature intended. A beautiful, naked goddess. The two of us outside, in the wilderness. I kiss her deep as I rut into her, squeezing her soft tits. When I fuck her harder, she tips her head back and lets out wild cries, her voice echoing through the trees. She’s so wet, so slippery. I feel her clench tighter and tighter, then she starts to come all over my cock. Spasming around me, while one orgasm after another rips through her. Her fingernails are sharp on my back, and I fucking love it. She’s not a little rabbit; she’s my wild she-bear.

I thrust and thrust. I’m gonna breed her. I’m gonna fill her belly with my cubs, and we’re going to have a big, noisy, happy house, full of little shifters that are as sweet and tough as their mama. And I don’t give a damn about anybody else. Let them gawk and click their dumb camera phones. All that matters is right here—Callie and me.

EPILOGUE

Four months later

“Ready to rock and roll?” Monica asks.

I take a deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You look so beautiful, Callie. Like a fairy princess.”

When I turn to her, her eyes are shining with tears.

“Stop, you’ll set me off, too.” I laugh, hugging her. She’s been so happy for me, so supportive. And she looks stunning in her emerald-green bridesmaid’s dress, which sets off her flame-red hair and her curves. I can’t wait for her to find her own mate.

I pull my dress tight against my stomach. “Am I showing?”

“You sure are!”

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