Page 109 of The Weakest Wolf

And then her body stills. In her eyes is a pleasure so rich, I want her to have this forever. I want to give this to her every night for the rest of her life.

She cries out as her body tightens around mine. I grit my teeth and throw my head back as her climax drags me into mine. As her body shudders, I press my lips to hers desperately as I strain to go deeper.

Long minutes later, I shift us so we’re side by side. But I stay buried inside her. I don’t think I could bring myself to pull out. Not yet. Not for a long while yet. “God, I want to live right here inside you forever,” I murmur, drawing her closer.

Against my chest, I feel her smile. “No complaints here.”

When I think of how many times I took her back at the farmhouse, I tell myself that this time I’ll be gentle. I won’t push for more.

A few minutes later, she nuzzles me, her hands sliding around my hips. “Galen,” she murmurs against my skin.

My eyes open. “Little wolf?”

“I hope that wasn’t it.”

A smile crawls across my face as I roll onto my back. I stroke my hands up her sides, over the full breasts I never stop wanting to touch, before I rest my hands on the curve of her waist. “I think you might have a bigger appetite than I do.”

She grins down at me. “I don’t know about that. How about we find out?”

I’m still grinning when she lowers her head to kiss me. “How about we do?”

EPILOGUE

SIERRA

When the car rocks, I jerk awake.

“Shit, sorry, little wolf. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Galen says.

I stretch, or as much as I’m able to, in the passenger seat of a truck and turn to grin at him. At least, that’s what I intend to do when cold metal brushes against my chest, distracting me.

“What…?” My voice trails off because I know for a fact I wasn’t wearing a necklace before. Yet somehow, dangling around my neck is a silver chain with my locket on the end.

“Galen?” I dart a glance at him, only to find him grinning as he starts up the truck. “You woke me on purpose.”

We had no more stops that we needed to make after our last in Nebraska, where he picked up some jeans and t-shirts for me. Just gas and food. That was what Galen told me when he talked me into having a nap because he felt guilty about keeping me up all night back at the motel.

What a big fat liar.

“Made sure to slam the door extra hard,” he admits.

When he pulls away from a small outdoor mall and back onto the highway so we can continue our still hours-long journey to his pack in Upstate New York, a pack he’s been strangely vague about, I return my gaze to the necklace.

“You got a new chain,” I murmur, as I lightly finger the metal.

“It’s just a replacement for now, so you can wear it instead of shoving it in a pocket or the glove box.”

“And the broken chain?”

“There’s a jewelry store in town near our pack. I can get it mended there.”

“There’s no need to do that. This is enough—it’s more than enough.”

After taking a hand off the wheel, he reaches over to grab one of mine. “I’ve decided. It’s happening.”

“That because of the list?” I ask, turning to smile at him.

Galen shoots me a glance. “No, it’s because I like you, and I want to make you happy.”

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