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She felt what seemed to be energetic wings erupt from her back but she could not keep a handle on who and where she was, outside of the pleasure filling her being.

She floated…

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Trent growled, Trent thrust, and Trent bit hard, holding on to his composure, but barely. Energetic angel wings burst from his mate’s back, with what seemed like a poof of red mist that was there for only a moment and gone, and then he and his mate were wrapped up tight, together, like one. They lifted from the bed, then were gently brought back down. Trent grinned around his teeth that were lodged in his mate’s shoulder, cataloguing the experience as best he could, even as his orgasm swept through him, distracting him, emptying him, filling him, completing him, giving his life meaning it had never had before.

As soon as they touched back down, the wings disappeared like they had never been. Rowan lay still, her eyes closed, her arms folded around herself, her one hand grasping one of his hands, her body still convulsing slightly around him.

Trent pulled his teeth from his mate’s skin, rolling her with him, her back to his front. He lowered himself onto the bed, careful not to withdraw from her. He did not want the moment to end. He lay next to his mate, breathing hard, thinking of nothing, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, except complete and utter rightness in his world and his life.

He fell asleep, still inside his mate.

47 - Burbank Out

Troy had his mate on the bed of vines and leaves that had come with the tree house, and he was inside her, stroking her slowly, lovingly, whispering reassurances into her ear, when a bright light blasted in through the opening to the tree house, the one that would widen to a door when his female asked it to.

Rhen’s blessing.

Trent had done it. He’d claimed his female. Troy thrust into his own female with a bit of extra exuberance.

Reed had her eyes closed. She didn’t see the blessing, but she felt it. She cried out and moaned his name, then arched underneath him, and suddenly she was a wildcat. Troy held on, enjoying it even more than he’d enjoyed chasing those two pervertedfelenthrough the woods. When she’d calmed slightly, he met her rhythm, and gave her what she was asking for with single-minded intensity until she came all over him, hard and shuddering, but even as her body relaxed, her cool scent intensified, and he knew she wanted more. Not a problem, he had plenty more for her. He could go all night.

Before he could get started, Trevor’s voice entered his mind all the way from VF. It wasn’t strong, but Troy could understand him just fine.Trent finally did it. We were starting to worry.

No reason to,Troy said.Trent’s smooth.A real Romeo. We’ve been busy.

Do you need help out there?

Nah, we got this for now.

When you come home, I have a surprise for you.

I bet it’s fascinating. Don’t you have your own female to tend to? Because I do.

Trevor didn’t say anything for a moment, and when he did speak his mental voice was heavy with satisfaction.

You do,he said.Take care of her. Trevor out.

Troy grinned in the love nest his female had created out of forest for the two of them.

Troy out, he said, and turned back to his female.

48 - Forbidden Family Tree

Rowan drowsed, her back to Trent’s front. He seemed asleep, his arms lax around her, his breathing deep and even. They were a sticky mess, but she didn’t blame him for falling asleep. She could barely keep her own eyes open. Something about that bite… she felt almost drugged, in the most delicious way she could imagine.

She slept a little, but got up while it was still dark, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. She even cleaned Trent with a washcloth. When she did, he whispered her name and growled a little, making her heart stutter. She covered him with a sheet, then paced back and forth in the dark and quiet room, thinking hard, trying to put everything together in her mind in a way that would make sense to her.

She knew so little, she had such a scanty understanding of the situation, and that would not let her sleep, no matter how gorgeous the man in her bed was. She headed downstairs for coffee, thinking hard.

When she got downstairs, she smelled the thick and fiery scent of her poison for a moment, but that made no sense. She hurried to her work counter and opened the potentiator. The vial with the poison inside was there and stoppered tight. She shut the potentiator again, then looked out the back window. No one was moving. Nothing was out there. The pool of poison was still and quiet in the moonlight.

Feeling slightly uneasy and not knowing why, Rowan refilled the tiny bottle of serum around her neck automatically, her hands doing the work for her while her mind kept working over what was going on. Upstairs, Trent growled in her bed, but it sounded subdued and lax, like he was growling in his sleep.

A creepy feeling on the back of her neck made her think she was being watched. She whirled around. The room was empty, but the feeling was strong enough to make her head back for the stairs, back to where Trent was. As soon as her foot hit the lowest step, the feeling disappeared. She took a breath, shook her head to clear it, then snapped on all the lights until the laboratory was blazing. Then she made her way back to her work.

She stared at her machinery, thinking hard about everything she’d learned and how it related to her job there at the reservoir. Reed had said the poison had been spilled into the water supply over thirty years ago, and that had killed all the femaleshiften, but not the males, because they had all been vaccinated. Reed hadalsosaid there was a new baby femalewolfen,orwolfengel, as Reed had called her. She was Trent’s niece and her name was Treena. There was a nephew, too: Track. Track had received the vaccine, Treena had not. Rowan went to her machinery and opened it again. She took out the poison and held it to the light, her eyes tracking the whorls and eddies inside. No one knew if Treena’s angel blood would save her if she somehow was exposed to this stuff.

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