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Miles was everywhere, filling me, holding me, guiding me to pleasures untold.

“Hold on,” he growled, and I felt the sharp side of his fangs pierce my flesh.

The hurt was intense, but brief. And the pleasure, oh the fucking pleasure was so good. I came again, and this time, Miles did, too. He pumped his hips jerkily, growling as he filled me with so much cum it dripped down my thighs.

I was still trying to catch my breath when Miles lifted his head, his blue eyes glowing with his beast.

“Now, you’re mine, Hope. And I will never let you go.”

“I’m yours,” I agreed, “and you’re mine, too. Everything together from now on.”

And I believed that because love was supposed to be a partnership.

For better or worse, Miles and I were partners now.

Chapter Thirteen-Miles

Irolled onto my side and watched my exhausted mate as she slept peacefully. The claiming bite I’d given her was red and angry looking, despite the healing properties in my Shifter saliva.

My Bear chuffed contentedly in that metaphysical plane where he waited until we swapped skins. He was eager to meet her face to face, but more than satisfied to allow me this time with her.

Good. Cause I needed it.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve her. This soft, pretty woman had gone toe to toe with an Alpha for me.

Fuck. I knew it was pointless to even ponder the question.

Fact was, I did not deserve her. Not one inch of her. But here she was, trusting me with her life. Her heart. Her future.

My chest swelled with my next inhale, and I reached for her, dragging her body closer to mine.

Oh, I was addicted now.

In just a matter of days, Hope had burrowed her way deep into my heart and soul, into the very core of my being.

Beast and man were taken with her.

I wanted her all the time.

Flashes of the way she looked when I took her hard and fast in the shower, and again, slower when we made it to the bedroom.

Her breathy moans.

Her welcoming body.

The sweet, fresh taste of her on my lips.

And that face she made when she came.

Fuck. She was so damn good. So perfect for me in every way.

But was I perfect for her? Would being in her life prove to be a good thing, or would the monster in me destroy her?

Grrrr.

My inner Bear snarled at the thought. The creature was ready to tear me to bits. Communication between a Shifter and their animal was different for everyone.

For me, my Bear often communicated with animalistic growls and snarls. But every now and then, he used human words. Like now.

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