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“Is this a test?” He tugged his ear when he pulled out a small pack wrapped in a plastic bag from a hiding place, and I noted the scar on his back. The one I dreamed of. “You sound like my eighth grade English teacher.”

“Sorry. You’re a s-shifter.” I wasn’t used to the expression. I’d been calling him wolf man in my head. “What is a shifter’s mate?”

He pulled on a pair of jeans, which I hated, but I was pleased he was going commando.

“They’re a shifter’s forever, their one and only, their happy-for-all-eternity.” His words were like a warm fuzzy blanket that wrapped around me, keeping me safe. “And there are no take backsies.”

I tucked a finger in his belt loops and pulled him against my body. Every part of him was hard. Chest, thighs, and crotch, and yet his words reminded me of a silk scarf billowing in the breeze.

“Like a marriage for humans, but forever and ever?” If a former boyfriend had told me I couldn’t quit our relationship,I’d have run out the door and never looked back. It had major creeper vibes. But Logan and I were in sync.

“Before we go any further, I need to tell you about my dreams.” I had to be honest with him. Once he heard the truth, he might run for the hills screaming, “Stalker!”

He brushed a thumb over my lips. “Emmie, I dreamed of you too.”

SIX

LOGAN

“You did?” She looked at me, her eyes wide. “You dreamed of me too.”

“Yes, only I could never see your beautiful face.” I cupped her cheek, and she instinctively leaned into it.

She understood the connection we had before she scented me or came on pack lands. A mate wandering into my dreams? That was an intensity of the mating pull I’d never witnessed other than in lore.

“It was so frustrating. I wanted to see you and to know you were real.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “And you are.”

“I am. And those dreams,” she said as she nibbled her lip. “We really did those… that.”

“Not yet.” I brought my lips to hers. My body was begging for more, but she was human. We might have met in paranormal fashion, but she wasn’t a shifter, and this was all new to her. I refused to push her. “That doesn’t make that time any less spec—”

Her mouth cut me off when she pressed against me and her arms held me close. This was no sweet kiss. She was needy, demanding more and willing to give in return. She opened hermouth to me, deepening the kiss. Our tongues explored each other, and the taste of her had me wishing I could lick her clit.

“I need to taste you….all of you,” I mumbled into her mouth, my erection hard against her middle, the stupid jeans I had stashed in the woods stiff and uncomfortable against my flesh.

But she continued grinding against me, moaning against my lips, and digging her nails into my back.

Mark her. She’s ours.

My wolf didn’t get it. You couldn’t just mark a human. They didn’t understand it was forever. But gods, I wanted to.

Not without her permission. She’s our mate. Be patient.

My mate wrapped her legs around me. Had I been human, I’d have landed on my ass. “I need you. Take me, Logan. Make me yours.”

Lightning cracked in the distance. The storm was still far off, the thunder not yet here, but we needed to take cover.

“Let me take you home.” I nibbled on her earlobe.

“No. I want to stay with you.” She clung to me tighter.

“I meant my home.”

Emmie’s grip loosened. “Okay.”

More lightning crackled across the sky when I walked in my front door. Let it pour. None of the rest of the world mattered.

“Did you want something to eat or drink or—”

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