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It’s passionate and intimate, and the rest of the world fades away. There is just him and me, moving and loving each other.

When we come, we come together.

It’s perfect.

I wait for him. Knowing he will only come to me when he’s ready. Shale lies on the bed beside me, our noses inches apart.

“You look beautiful getting fucked senseless by the pack.”

Kelly pulls away. I catch his hand and squeeze his fingers, then let him go.

The room empties, and it’s just me and Shale again.

“Are you going to finish this?”

Shale screws up his nose. “You make it sound like a job.”

“No, that’s not what I meant-”

“I want to fuck you outside, in the sun, where everyone can see, except no one will because this is our private beach, and I’ll kill anyone who looks.”

I stare at him. I’ve never because of my scars. I glance at the window, seeing the sunlight in the edges of the curtains.

What would it be like?

He reaches out and strokes my cheek. Strokes the scar tissue.

“Come and be brave with me.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t waste time, just picks me up and carries me out of the house. He brings me to the porch.

“Put your hands on the railing and stick out that gorgeous ass.”

I do as he asks, but he spends forever teasing, his hands sliding over my body, rubbing, massaging, tugging, and tweaking.

Only when I’m begging does he finally give me what I need and slide into me.

I hold on to the whirlwind that is Shale.

He came into my life and saved me, refused to walk away.

Look at how far we’ve come.

“I love you, Alpha,” I sob out.

He pinches my clit, sending us both into a violent tempest of an orgasm.

“We love you, too.”

Chapter fifty-five

Gael

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I lean against the balcony rail and sip the fruity drink. Paradise is amazing, and I’ve seen so many. We’ve hopped from island to island, surfing our way across the oceans.

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