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No, he stopped a foot away, waited for her to approach. Somehow, she knew this was a test, the biggest she’d ever faced.
C’mon, Olivia, your future is now. What did she want? To be alone or to be embraced in a pure, mystical love by a genuine shapeshifter? One she was crazy hot for? Really liked? Had spent the past two years fantasizing about in her lonely bed, only to discover the reality was far better than anything she’d imagined?
She didn’t even have to marry him. That took her anxiety down a notch.
She reached out her hand, touched an ear and stroked his fur. The wolf put its nose against hers then stepped back. She held her breath, waiting, itching to reach for one of her pencils.
As quickly as he’d begun it, he reversed the transformation. When he’d finished, Smokie lay on the ground, panting.
“You’re a truly gorgeous wolf,” she marveled, finding her tree stump again. Her legs felt absurdly weak.
“You weren’t scared.” His expression showed pride in her for her strength.
“I was terrified,” she admitted, “but you behaved perfectly. So pretty.”
He pushed into a sitting position. “I prefer handsome, rugged, dashing.” He trailed off when she left the stump and crawled toward him, poked him in his very human belly.
“I don’t think I ever appreciated this six-pack until now, outside, in the sunlight.” She noted that, just below his fantastic abs, his cock was thickening and lifting in front of her gaze as she stroked the springy hair on his lower belly. Her fingers itched to move down.
“See something you like?” His voice had gone hoarse and she knew he meant more than he said.
Did she like him? Of course, but something had been holding her back from seeing him as more than a hook-up. His age? His dangerous job? The fact of his secret shapeshifting self? “I see everything that I like,” she admitted honestly.
“Checking me out in wolf form didn’t seem to bother you.”
“I think it’s cool.” She laughed. “I’d rather you turn into a wolf than a jerk.”
“The Brotherhood is pretty flexible. We aren’t forced to turn by the full moon or anything like that. It doesn’t limit us.”
“Convenient.”
“Yeah.”
“So I have one important inquiry,” she said, asking the question she’d had ever since she’d first met him.
He came up on his haunches, his cock jutting forward. “Anything.”
“Is Smokie really your name?”
He laughed. “I’m afraid so. It’s a clan tradition to give names associated with some famous dog.”
“Who was Smokie?”
“Oh, there’s been more than one. I think I was predestined for my career as a result, though.”
The words tumbled out. “Just like you were predestined for me?”
His brow furrowed. “I have no idea how the true mate stuff works. You’ll have to ask Barkley.”
“Trust me, I will.”
“Seems like you had something else on your mind a minute ago.”
She found the remains of her water and tilted the bottle against her lips, savoring the sun-warmed ounce left at the bottom. Admittedly, sweat wasn’t the only thing dampening her body. Creamy arousal dampened her engorged labia, her aching channel. Could she give in to lust when so much was at stake?
She untied her handkerchief, used it to mop her face. “Do you want some water?”
“That’s not what I want, no.”
She sighed. “I’m afraid.”
He dropped his knees to the dirt and moved toward her, circling her waist with his corded arms. “Afraid of what?”
She leaned into his strength. “Of what sex with you makes me feel. I don’t want to make decisions based on great sex, even if it’s really explosively combustive, wonderful sex. What if I make a mistake again? What if all the emotional attachment I feel for you is just because of the sex?”
“We aren’t exactly incompatible.”
“No, and that’s why one hook-up became two, then that became dating. But sex with you makes my brain go all mushy.”
“Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be. I feel the same way. You turn my insides into goo.”
“Goo?” She felt the corners of her mouth turning up.
“Goo,” he said in a definite tone. “And my cock into a volcano ready to blow.”
“Smokie…”
“Stop thinking,” he said.
She let his mouth take hers, heard herself mewl as she opened to him, let his tongue lick in, explore the mysterious dark inner contours. Her body released a new flood of warmth, readying her pussy for his entry.
“At least let me put down the blanket,” she said, pushing against his arms.
“I’ll do it.” He opened her pack and laid out the small blanket then looked at it doubtfully. “Which part of your body do you want on this?”
She looked down, realized it was only a lap blanket. “Whatever.” She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulled down the tiny, yellow cotton thong she wore underneath.
His jaw dropped. “You’re naked, I mean, really naked.” He touched a finger to her waxed pussy. “Me like.”
“I was hot so I had it done,” she said, pleased by his reaction.
“You’re soaked,” he said reverently, moving his finger along her slit. “I love how excited you get for me.”
She found his cock with her fingers, rubbed his pre-cum into his skin. “What’s not to love, fire wolf? Got a condom?”
He thrust his enormous erection into her hand. “I’m not capable of moving away when your hand is on my cock.”
“Oh right.” Laughing, she let go of him so he could dig through his clothes and find the condom.
He handed it to her. She noticed his hands were shaking so she ripped the packet open and sheathed him. Then she let her fingers roam his damp, scorching skin.
“You really are on fire for me.” She couldn’t wait to feel his cock deep inside her pussy, loving her as only he could.
“I’m your fire wolf,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
He lifted her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His toes found the blanket and he kicked it into his hand then spread it against a wide, ancient tree before pressing her against it.
Touched by how he protected her, she rewarded him with a kiss then angled her body so her pussy rested conveniently near his cock. He probed her.
“No teasing. Take me!” she begged.
He entered her channel in one mind-bending thrust that had the sky dimming to black before her dazzled eyes.
She closed her lids and felt. Felt sweat-slicked shoulders, plumped with strong muscle, the tiny hairs at the back of his neck. Moving her hands down, she found thick arms, bulging biceps, ridged forearms, his back, every part of him warm and carved, physically perfect in all ways imaginable.
His cock, so long and thick, yet perfectly formed for her body, forced stars to explode behind her eyelids with every pulsating thrust. Her hips began to move, speeding up the total break with reality that she sensed was coming. An orgasm so intense she knew she’d risk losing consciousness. But she didn’t want to miss a second of it, even when she was so desperate to lose herself, to feel that completion.
“Come with me,” she begged. “Together, fast.”
She heard his harsh breathing.
“Want it to last.”
“No, fast, hard, now. Give it to me.” Her fingernails dug into his skin. Her hips pumped frantically.
He slammed her against the tree, moving her up and down the blanket as his knees flexed. His cock plumbed new depths inside her body until her cream flowed around it. Even the insides of her thighs were sweating from the summer heat.
She screamed. “Now! Oh yes!” The world came apart and she broke around him. Her hands tightened convulsively then her entire body relaxed, losing the tension of the last twenty-four hours.
He pressed her against the tree and thrust repe
atedly. Eventually he groaned deep in his throat and spurted his cum inside her.
Panting, she found his neck with her fingers, felt the tendons strain as he gave himself utterly to her. He sagged, holding her against the tree with his body. They rested together, clutching each other’s sweat-soaked bodies under the shade of the tree.
“Wow, I thought I was going to pass out there,” she said, feeling weak.
“We have to start having sex lying down,” he rasped.
“Let’s figure out how to make this blanket work horizontally,” she suggested. “And share my other bottle of water.”
“Done.” He lowered her to the ground.
After a momentary stagger, she found her balance. He reached for the bottle of water while she spread out the blanket on a patch of dirt near the three-foot-wide spread of grass.
“Toes on the grass, head on the blanket,” she suggested.
He dropped his warm T-shirt at the top. “Gives us a bit more room. Let’s take a nap.”
She cuffed him on the shoulder. “You’re such a guy.”
He went to his knees on the blanket and pulled her close, nestling her head against his neck. “Please go through the ceremony with me. I love you too much to let you die.”
“Love?” she retorted gently. “You mean post-coital bliss?”
“No. Loving, in love, whatever. I care enough to bind myself to you.”
“But do you really love me?” she persisted.
He kissed the top of her head. “As I live and breathe, Olivia Bilson, I do. It took me ten years to figure it out, but I do.”
She nodded. Earlier, she’d decided to trust him. He’d never lied and she was sure he never would. He really did love her. A tiny pain that had resided in her chest for years finally vanished. She’d finally found her true love. “Let’s do it. No dying here. I have too much to live for.”
“Is that just post-coital agreement?”
“Anyone who can give me an orgasm like that deserves a mystical binding ceremony.”
She knew she sounded flippant, because he turned on his side and stuck his hand under his chin.
“Seriously. This is serious.”
“I’m not letting you go,” she said. “No more disappearing for a week. I can’t go that long without sex with you. Sorry. If it takes a ceremony to get that cock up close and personal on a regular basis, I’m up for it. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
“We really are perfect for each other,” he said. “Not just sexually. Being true mates is a real confidence builder. It means we have a great future ahead of us.”
She stared into his eyes, felt the sincerity she saw there. “Somehow I believe you. You aren’t my ex. You’ve never steered me wrong.”
“Okay then. It’s a good thing we’re already naked, because the mating tattoo goes on your ass.”
“Yours too, I hope?”
“Of course. Stand up and bend over.”
She did as he asked then listened to him begin some kind of chant. He paused after a few seconds.
“This will sting a little, like having your ear pierced.”
Glad for years of yoga, she rested her palms on the grass. “Do your worst.”
Again, he began a low chant in a language she didn’t understand. Glancing to her side she saw Smokie had shifted his arm. It had become a furry wolf’s leg ending in a paw with long, sharp claws. She watched his paw move then it was on her ass. She tensed.
Claws pricked her skin, hurting her barely at all, then he shifted back.
She glanced at her butt cheek and saw five tiny points of blood in the shape of a half circle.
“Now put your right fingers to each spot,” he instructed.
She obeyed.
“Put your fingers on my ass in the same place.” He continued the chant as she touched each of her blood-tipped fingers to the same spot high on his right butt cheek.
Her fingers tingled. The blood became one with his skin, until all that remained were five raised spots. At the same time, the half circle of pricks on her butt tingled too. Instead of bloody spots she now saw a matching paw mark where he’d clawed her.
“Now what?”
“Whatever we want, Olivia. Your life, your choice.”
She grinned. “I do love having you around. Love, in love, whatever.”
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t you move in with me? We’ll take it from there.”
“I like that idea.”
She took his hand in hers. “Anything else I should know about?”
“We’re not just stronger and faster, we live longer.”
“My family is pretty long-lived too. Must be the shapeshifter blood. Think I could become one?”
“I think we could make that happen.” He squeezed her hand.
“Let me think about it.”
“Take all the time you need. Either way, I’m not going anywhere.”He tucked her body along his and turned his face to the sky.
“What?”
“I smell smoke, but for once I have something better to do than fight it.” His face relaxed. “There.”
“What?”
“I hear the sirens. They’re on their way.”
“That’s good.” She snuggled closer.
“You know, we shifters each have a special talent.”
“I wonder what mine would be, if I decided to become one.”
“I look forward to finding out.”
She pushed him backward and straddled him. “For now, let’s work on this special talent.”
“Which one is that?”
“The one that takes me out of my mind with sexual ecstasy.”
His dirty grin returned. “My favorite special talent of all time.”
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