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And I could swear in my chest I’ve got the sense that he wants me to know heisJared. But I know he’s only part of Jared.
“I’m fine,” I say for the benefit of those on the phone as well as for my mate’s wolf. “But I’m gonna have to shift. I’m hanging up for now.”
I hope they don’t speak and set him off again.
I take the utility belt off, pull the bracelet off, and set them both on the floor as I step out of my flipflops.
Jared’s wolf waits. Panting. Purring.
Light flares in his eyes again.
Holy shit. I’d better hurry. He’s not going to be patient for long.
I hurry out of my clothes and shift.
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JARED
I’m back. I’m back and I’m lying on the sleeping bag in the bunker with Cicely. No restraints. No muzzle.
“He listened,” she says, gleefully, looking like she’s about to burst from excitement. “I told him to shift, and he listened to me and now you’re back. Did you feel him?”
I felt something during the shift. Something I don’t know how to decode, but I’m left with a sort of settled feeling.
“What happened?” I ask. “Why are you nude and touching me when I was just wolf?”
She smiles wide and she tells me all about it. She tells me she was shifted, she tells me they were intimate. She also tells me my wolf doesn’t seem to have a preference of what shape she’s in while they’re intimate.
And this makes me laugh. But fuck… he still feels like a separate entity. One I’m obviously gonna have to share my mate with. He shared her with me last night and though he didn’t share this time, I have a strong suspicion that at times… he will. There must be a connection with us, he must be part of me, because I would not fucking share her with anyone.
***
When we peer out of the bunker’s gate, nobody’s here. Cicely wants to move the trailer back to the spot by the river, where I claimed her.
I’m not sure I’m ready for that. It’s too soon to be away from the bunker where I can lock down.
She argues with me about it, it gets heated when I get pissed off, and she suddenly says, “Shift!”
And fuck. The cold hits and before I can fight against it, I shift.
***
She commands him. He listens. Because when I come back, she’s got a smug smile on her face. And we’re outside. She not only brought him in without my consent, she also took him out of the fucking bunker!
And that it happened so quickly means he’s just under the surface, always paying attention, and I know for a fact that’s new.
“I own your fine ass,” she tells me with no small amount of arrogance. “in both your forms.”
I pin her to the grass outside the camper, holding her hands above her head, growling against her mate mark and grinding my dick into her crotch. “I don’t know whether to spank you or fuck you, woman.”
Arousal floods my nose. The best scent I’ve ever smelled.
“Um… yes, please,” she says huskily before she sinks her teeth into my neck, drawing blood.
EPILOGUE
CICELY
