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“Wait! Where are you going? There’s cake!” Carina shouts after us.

But her voice disappears beneath our laughter as my man jogs to his truck and puts me inside, kissing me hard before he runs to the driver’s side and takes off like a bat, er, make that Wolf out of Hell.

Chapter 24

Doug

Hours later. My place.

She’s asleep when it hits me.

Or maybe not quite asleep.

It’s that lull.

That calm.

That peace you feel after you have fanfuckingtastic, mind blowing, earth shattering sex.

You know, the life-changing kind.

She’s soft and warm, smelling like sunshine and me.

It’s perfect.

She is perfect.

I can’t stop touching her.

I don’t want to.

Not now, not ever.

We’re all tangled up in each other and the simple white sheets.

Her face and body are still flushed from earlier when I worshipped every inch of her and made her fall apart on my tongue more times than I can count.

But this?

This is different.

This is the moment I need to say it.

I need to make sure there are no misunderstandings.

Because I can’t hold it anymore.

I brush my fingers down the curve of her back, sliding slowly over the dip of her spine until she shivers, turning sleepy eyes up toward me.

“Doug?” she whispers, voice all husky and wrecked from hours of being thoroughly fucked and loved.

I lean in, nuzzling the curve of her shoulder, letting my lips brush over her luscious, soft skin.

It’s where I intend to mark her with my claiming bite. But I need her permission first.

“My Dina,” I murmur, voice low and reverent. “My mate.”

Her breath catches, and I kiss up to her jaw, slow and sweet.

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