Page 44 of Deception

Luke looked at Summer and Drew and jerked his head toward the back door. “Which means you two can, um…”

“Tear each other’s clothes off and go at it,” Mack finished. “In private, I mean. Get that mating bite on her, Drew. Please. Put us out of our misery.”

Summer’s cheeks burned from a blush that had to be bright red. Had they been that bad?

Jessica smiled. “Good idea. Why don’t you take the rest of the morning off?”

A blush spread under Drew’s dark beard, giving him a little-boy-in-a-man’s-body look that made him unbearably attractive.

Well, get moving already,her wolf yowled.

“Um, well…” she stuttered, lacing her fingers through Drew’s.

Mack swung his muffin plate toward the back door. “Move it, bear, and let us eat our breakfast in peace.”

His words seemed to break the spell, because the next thing she knew, Drew was hurrying her out the back door.

“Ah. True love.” Sam’s voice sounded from behind.

“True love,” she agreed, rushing along at her mate’s side.

“Fate,” Drew murmured. “Thank goodness for fate.”

He led her across the lot and up the stairs toward the little apartment above the garage they’d moved in to together. And every step they took unleashed a little more bottled-up desire. She shed her apron and left it draped over the tinsel at the lower end of the banister. A second later, she’d wrestled Drew’s shirt off and tossed it to the right. Her shirt was next, and though she went for his jeans, Drew beat her to it by popping off her bra. Their passion was a whirlwind, a tornado, a runaway train, sweeping them along in a rush of giggles, pants, and kiss-smothered exclamations.

“True love,” she whispered into his lips the second he came up for air.

“Fate,” he agreed, then crushed his mouth to hers and consumed her.

They sank to the stairs, his big body covering hers, his huge hands working her breasts. Then he ducked his head and kissed his way to her left nipple. The one closest to her heart.

The second his soft lips closed around the tight bud, she arched right off the stairs and into thin air. Well, it felt like it anyway. Like floating or riding a wave with Drew wrapped around her like a life jacket. She clung to him and scratched at his bare shoulders, as desperate as he was to complete their connection. Not just with kisses. Not just with another round of sex. Nothing would satisfy her until they’d exchanged mating bites.

He sucked in her nipple, released it, and smoothed it over with his tongue. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

She’d never felt like either before, but Drew made her into a goddess. She really did feel beautiful and perfect.

And hungry. God, was she ravenous for her mate.

Need him inside me. Need to feel his bite,her wolf yowled.

She got his jeans off but not his boxers because he got to her pants first. It took a bit of wiggling, but a second later, her jeans and panties hung on the rail, too, a few more pieces of flotsam tossed up by the storm they created.

“Mine,” he growled, and his eyes glowed. He slid a hand down her belly, over her mound, and between her legs.

Her hips lifted straight off the stairs to meet his warm, sure hand, and he slipped right in, spreading her slickness left and right.

“Drew,” she moaned, reaching for his cock. His erection practically bobbed into her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around it. He was hard for her. Hard and huge.

For her. She did that to him. She turned on her mate.

Of course, we do,her wolf chuckled.Look at him.

His eyes had gone to half-mast, and his mouth opened in a silent exclamation an inch above her breast. The movements of his fingers slowed inside her, then quickened to match her long strokes over his cock.

Up and down, she went.

In and out. He mirrored her.

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