Page 20 of Wolf Duty

Bay released her hips and pushed her breasts together between his palms. He captured both nipples in his mouth and gently bit down.

Another wave of climax shuddered through Sonya’s body.

As she cried out, he gripped her hips again and pumped hard and quick.

She felt him erupt inside her, and as he found his release, he roared her name.

Sonya collapsed, every muscle in her body limp. She rested her forehead against his, waiting for her breath to slow down.

Bay pushed back her hair and bracketed her face with his palms. “Are you okay?” His eyes were blue gray again and searched her face.

She nodded. “Very okay.”

He scooted them both down and gently rolled her off him. Lying face-to-face, he played with her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “We didn’t use protection,” he said. “But humans can’t catch diseases from shifters.”

“I’m disease-free,” she said. “And on birth control.” She took it to regulate her periods.

He avoided her eyes. “Wolves can only impregnate their true mates.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“True mates?”

She grinned. “Yes. I already know what impregnate means.”

He traced a finger down the side of her face. It seemed her husband liked physical contact. She didn’t mind. She was a cuddler herself. “When a shifter meets their true mate, their animal side claims them for life.”

She raised herself on one elbow. “But you live for a very long time.” Witches aged more slowly than regular humans, but shifters could live for centuries. She didn’t know whether her soothsaying powers influenced her life span. “How old are you, anyway?”

He interlaced his fingers with hers and tugged. She fell against his chest. Pulling a blanket over them both, he said, “It’s not polite to ask a wolf his age, but for your information, I became a wolf in the early 1980s, when I was in my twenties.”

Dang. She’d just had sex with grandpa wolf. Not that she minded. He’d obviously picked up a trick or two to use in bed over the decades. She smiled against his skin.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “Just thinking about our age difference.” She raised her chin so she could see his face. “I’m twenty-eight. You’re robbing the cradle.”

He smiled down at her. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She traced her finger around his nipple and watched it pucker. “Karim may have some questions for you, though, for his history papers.”

He captured her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s not nice to heckle the elderly.” He kissed her fingers one by one and then sucked her thumb into his mouth.

Her core clenched, and her nipples tingled. “Round three?” she said half-jokingly.

He released her thumb, a wicked grin stretching his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Her husband might be much older than her, but there was nothing wrong with his stamina.

She was a very fortunate woman.

CHAPTER 11

Bay whistled as he jogged up the steps to Sonya and Karim’s house. He’d packed up all his gear at the motel and would now stay with his wife—he smiled whenever he used the word—and her brother until they all headed for the Bay Area.

There were still a lot of things to sort out in terms of their relationship, but after last night, he felt hopeful. Sonya obviously found him attractive, at least physically. As long as he didn’t screw up and show how limited he was, they’d be okay.

She’d headed over to the house while he packed. Karim had texted her he needed help with one of his school assignments. Sonya homeschooled the pup. She’d gone to college and had a teaching degree—another reason to not reveal she’d married a dummy. He’d faked it this long, though, so hopefully he’d be able to continue.

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