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“Come here,” I said gently, pulling his head onto my chest.

His arm wrapped around my waist, and I felt him melt into me. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally beginning to relax.

“He’s bad news, Leah,” he mumbled into my stomach. “He always has been. But I’ve never seen him like this before. I don’t know what he’s planning or how to stop him.”

“Shh,” I said. “You don’t need to do anything right now. We are safe, and we’re together.”

I ran my fingers through his hair as we held each other. After lingering like that for a while, he sat up to sit cross-legged on the bed and looked into my eyes.

“All I want is to protect you,” he said.

We had barely had any real time together as a mated couple, and already, our future was at risk. I refused to spend tonight living in fear of what might happen.

“I want more from you than just your protection right now,” I said.

“Anything you want. I’ll give it to you,” Killian replied.

“I want all of you.”

I got up onto my knees and put my hands on his shoulders, kissing him deeply. He was initially startled by the mood shift, but without hesitation, he leaned into my embrace.

In a flurry of fabric, I began tearing our clothes off while Killian’s hands explored my skin. When all our layers had been removed, Killian returned to a sitting position. I straddled him.

“Make love to me, mate,” I whispered into his ear.

If we were going to have to fight for a happily ever after, I would make sure that our first time together wasn’t our last.

Chapter 21 - Killian

“Is this really necessary, Franco?” I asked.

He had been in town for two days already under the guise of reacquainting ourselves with one another. So far, that had meant drinking in the bar and making lewd comments about women. For the third day in a row, he had shown up on my doorstep at noon, wanting to go out again. This time, however, he had brought his motorcycle.

“Are you telling me you don’t still have your bike?” Franco asked.

“Of course I have it,” I answered. “I just don’t ride it much anymore.”

“That’s your problem, brother. You need some more danger in your life,” Franco said. “Come on, grab your gear, and let’s get out of here. That whiskey isn’t going to drink itself.”

“Give me a second,” I replied, closing the front door and heading to grab my helmet and keys.

Franco was the one who bought me my motorcycle when I had temporarily joined his pack. Because they were easy to hide, more maneuverable than cars, and had the bonus of being slightly intimidating, Franco insisted that all his wolves own a bike. It was his favorite mode of transportation. Ever since I left him, though, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to ride my motorcycle very often. There were too many bad memories associated with it.

“He’s back again?” Leah asked.

“Unfortunately,” I responded. “And he wants us to ride our motorcycles today.”

“You don’t seem happy about that.”

I shrugged. “We used to like riding together, but I still can’t figure out what angle he’s playing. It makes me uneasy. Especially since I’m leaving you here by yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me. You know Jasper and Nile would be here in a second if I needed them,” Leah assured me.

I nodded and gave her a kiss before heading for the garage.

Leah had been my rock ever since Franco had shown up in Pinedale. I had been tempted to ignore his invitation to spend time together and tell him to get lost, but she had reminded me that if no one ever showed him any kindness, he wouldn’t have the chance to learn how to be better.

Although I hoped she was right about him being able to change, part of me knew he was too far gone. Still, I owed it to him, and to my mate, to give it a try.

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