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He eased my shirt off me and quickly discarded my bra. I supposed he felt the same all-consuming need as I did, like a pulsing that thundered through my body. We couldn’t seem to stop kissing, though I pulled back long enough to lift his shirt over his head. I moaned as his lips found me again and worked magic across my body.

We hadn’t even disposed of our jeans or shoes yet, but I was throbbing all over and seeking release. Thomas carefully stood, carrying me with him. I wrapped my legs fully around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. It was warm, almost too warm, thanks to the wood burning stove. The added heat only contributed to the crazy sensations of the moment as he laid me on the bed and carefully removed the rest of our clothes before joining me.

“Mine,” he growled, nibbling on my ear as he took me with no further foreplay.

I aggressively met him stroke for stroke until I reached my climax, growling out his name. He slowed his pace only long enough to kiss me before flipping me onto my stomach and claiming me fully in the most Alpha way possible. I didn’t think I could come again so quickly, but the telltale signs began building almost immediately. He reached around to stroke my breasts as he picked up his pace, causing us both to shudder in release.

Thomas

Chapter 24

Lily lay beside me, watching me with a look of wonder on her face. I had been a little rougher with her than I had meant to be. I couldn’t even put into words the driving need to make her fully mine.

“Mine,” I said softly, leaning down to brush my lips gently against her swollen ones.

“Yours,” she replied happily. “I can’t wait to see your mark, but at this moment, I’m not sure my legs would hold me if I tried to make it to the bathroom.”

I laughed, and as quickly as I could, I climbed off the bed and scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bathroom, carefully setting her on the counter to admire my bite mark in the mirror. I turned my head to the side to get a full look at the one she had left on me, too.

“It’s perfect,” she said, touching the spot on her otherwise flawless skin. We stood there looking at each other and admiring our marks for a while. It seemed so surreal. Our bond was complete. Lily Westin was mine forever.

“I love you,” I told her, staring into her eyes through the mirror.

Her face brightened as she said, “I love you, too.” Then the moment was gone as her face contorted. “Okay, get out. I really have to pee.”

I shook my head and helped her down to the floor before leaving. I checked on the fires as she finished up and opened the front door to see that snow had begun to fall. She joined me, hugging me tightly. It never dawned on us that we were standing there, still naked, until my wolf ears picked up a human gasp and I looked up at the main house just in time to see a couple walk away.

A low grumble sounded in my chest, but Lily just shook her head, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

“Hope they enjoyed the show,” she said.

Life with Lily would always be interesting. You just couldn’t predict what was going to come out of my girl’s mouth.

“Doesn’t look too bad so far. Maybe we’ll luck out and be back on the road tomorrow. That will require sleep though. Come on, back to bed . . . to sleep this time.”

She groaned in protest, the little minx.

It took a good hour for me to finally fall asleep. Lily had done everything in her power to provoke me into another round, until she finally crash out, leaving me in an awkward and uncomfortable state, but at last sleep did find me and I spent the remainder of the night dreaming of a future with the beautiful woman snuggled next to me.

When I awoke, Lily was draped over me and the room was chilled. I knew I should get up and stoke the fire again, but she didn’t exactly leave room for me to move. Pinned to the bed, I tried to rouse her. I already knew waking the dead was easier than getting Lily to move in the morning. She snored softly, her breath tickling my chest.

I let my hands roam over her back, memorizing the curve of her sides and hips. I kissed the top of her head and rolled her gently to her side. The proper thing to do would have been to get up, take a cold shower, or handle things myself in there, and then put more wood on the fire. Too bad there was a little validity to her douchebag nickname for me. I was hungry for my mate, and curious just how long it would take me to wake her properly.

With an evil smirk, I let my hands trail further north to the peaks of her breasts. There were a few faint pink marks left behind from our lovemaking the night before. I leaned down and kissed each one in turn before sucking one nipple into my mouth. She whimpered softly, but still did not wake. I moved to the next nipple and nothing. A few sexy sighs were all I could elicit from her.

I stared down at her beautiful naked body and grinned evilly. Kissing my way south, I explored every inch of my mate, tasting her for the first time. Soon her breath was quickening, and she was bucking against me. I could feel her muscles begin to tighten as she let out a loud moan. Her eyes shot open, wide in shock, as she looked down at me. I smiled against her, humming appreciatively as her head flew back and she screamed my name. I stayed with her until her body calmed and the quivering subsided.

“Oh my God! What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her breathing not quite back to normal yet.

“Good morning,” I simply said.

“Uh yeah, it’s a great morning, but what was that all about?”

I laughed. “You are impossible to wake up, but you looked so damn sexy, I couldn’t help myself. I figured it would be a better option than Oscar’s cold water method. And look, it worked.”

She started to argue. I could see in her eyes it was her first instinct to do so, but she shut her mouth before she spoke and caught me off guard when she did finally reply. “Best wake-up call ever. I’m going to expect that every morning from now on. That was better than atriple grande peppermint mocha.”

I laughed and felt it rumble through my entire body. I didn’t remember laughing or being so genuinely happy before Lily waltzed into my life and turned it upside down. It felt good. It felt right.

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