“Yeah. He doesn’t share details, but it sounded pretty brutal. He hasn’t talked to women much since.”
“No kidding.”
Graham’s arm went around my waist again, pulling me to him and kissing me lightly. “We can worry about them after we deal with this.” He dragged a knuckle lightly over my cheek.
I felt so hot, I knew without a doubt that I was still flushed from the climax.
“I guess.”
“You guess?” Graham’s voice grew lower and more playful.
“Yes, I—” I cut myself off when more tires on dirt had us both turning our heads.
“Everyone needs to fuck off,” Graham grumbled.
I laughed.
He wasn’t wrong.
Abby rolled down her window as she and Nico pulled up behind the truck parked in front of mine and Graham’s place.
Her eyes were bright, and she waved. “Sorry we missed the drama! Where did they go?”
“To Wyatt’s place. He already bit her.” I gestured in the direction they’d gone.
“Holy shit, that was fast.”
“Finn took off,” I added. “We’re officially in the climax, so if you guys can handle that…” I gestured toward the house again, a little more vaguely.
Abby winked. “We’ve got it. Have fun.”
Nico said something to her, and she hopped out of the truck long enough to take the driver’s seat in the other vehicle. They both pulled away, leaving us alone.
“Do you think that’s our last distraction?” I asked Graham.
“I don’t know, and I don’t particularly care.” He swept me off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder. The laugh that bubbled free from me was lighter and more genuinely happy than I could ever remember myself.
I loved that.
Maybe I loved Graham a little bit too. I’d have to wait to tell him until he had more time to fall for me, but honestly?
Getting to know him through my wolf’s eyes was pretty amazing.
He locked the front door behind us and carried me directly to the couch—where he set me down on my back, tugged my pants down my thighs, and ate me out until I dragged him on top of me and stripped him down myself.
When he fucked me, it didn’t just feel like sex.
It felt like love.
epilogue
GRAHAM—EIGHTISH MONTHS LATER
“What are you doing?We have work today.” My forehead was creased as I followed Stella into the kitchen. She’d traded her usual paint-speckled bra and shorts for a simple, black sports bra and a pair of leggings in the same shade.
“Did you forget what today is?” she checked.
“Uhh…” I raked my mind, trying to come up with the right answer.
