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Under my skin, I could feel his emotions if I concentrated. His relief that he didn’t hurt me, his love and reverence for my body, for me. I felt the tension in his muscles, the pounding of his heart as he fought to hold his orgasm back.

Oh, that was going to be fun to mess with later.

But right now, I wanted to give him exactly what he gave to me.

“Is here good?” My fingertips, charged with magic, trailed from his shoulder down his arm.

“Anywhere,” he growled. “I don’t care, just make me yours.”

I wrapped my other arm around his back and brought my mouth to his ear. “Then come for me, my love.”

His pleasure surged through the bond, but he still did not release. A dry chuckle left his mouth. “After you.”

The pressure of his fingers slid over my clit, and my laugh quickly morphed into a moan as he coaxed another orgasm out of me. This time, we came together.

Along with my physical release, magic pulsed through my fingertips as my nails dug into his skin. On the next pulse, I dragged them down, scratching deeply into Orson’s arm. I felt the flash of pain from his end, but it was quickly followed by the overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure as he spilled inside me.

It was the strangest, most beautiful thing I ever felt, my partner’s orgasm alongside my own.

The storm of sensations calmed and it was just us, my mate and I together. I stroked Orson’s arm where I’d scratched him and leaned up to inspect them closer. Four vertical lines ran through his skin, tinged with red that was quickly fading, thanks to shifter healing. The fifth mark, made by my thumb, hung slightly apart from the others.

“They don’t hurt.” Orson kissed my temple. “I can feel you worrying over me, and you don’t have to.”

“So it worked.” I traced the lines in fascination. I hadn’t known what to do, how to mark my werewolf mate, until the very moment it needed to happen.

“That’s us.” He pressed a kiss to the tender skin on my neck where he’d marked me. “You and I, we make it work.”

My chest swelled with my own joy alongside his. “We do, don’t we?”

“We do.” He kissed my eyelids. “And until our souls return home to the moon, we will,” he vowed.

Epilogue

ORSON

“Stop. They’re not worth the effort,” I said.

Shiloh looked aghast, slapping a dish towel over her shoulder. “I still can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth sometimes.”

I shrugged, resting one bare ass cheek on the barstool across from her. “It’s the truth.”

“They’re your pack.” She raised a glass to the light to inspect it. “Well, I guess they’re my pack too, aren’t they?”

“Yes.” Warmth flooded my chest, a mix of hers and mine, from the bond. “Because you’re mine, you’re part of Howling Death now too.”

She turned her head, smiling as she placed the glass on the bar. “Do I get an initiation ritual like Riley?”

“If you want.” I shrugged. “You’ll be a hell of a slow poke on two legs during the runs though.”

Shiloh snorted in reply. The pale scars of my mating bite on her slender neck caught the overhead light, making my cock thicken. I wanted to kiss that tender spot, taste her fluttering pulse under my lips as I felt that same rhythm inside her.

But it seemed my mate had other plans. Like being hospitable.

I’d found my mate in full-on work mode, sweeping the floor, wiping down tables, warming up the pizza oven, and putting on a fresh keg of beer. The rest of the pack was heading this way, to Stout & Spirit, once finished with the full moon run. I’d run ahead, having a stash of clothes at Shiloh’s apartment, although I was currently naked and had hoped to not wear anything for what I had in mind.

It was just the two of us for now, and I wanted to make every second count.

“So my pack is going to be hungry and thirsty after this run, right?” Shiloh held her palms out. “So why wouldn’t I be a good host?”

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