She reached for him as he reached for her. Their clothing melted away and then they were on the bed, skin sliding against skin, hands touching, desire rising, mouths tasting and teasing. Then she rose up, Paul with her and slid down onto the thick length of him. Breaths mingling, gazes tangled, they moved together, rising up and up until they both shouted their joy and jubilation to the sky, her wolf joining their happiness with a howl of pure joy in their minds.
They were accepted by their pack.
They were together as one.
They had time. They would have children.
They were blessed in so many ways. She looked into his eyes as they came down from the heights, smiling the wicked smile she would only ever smile for him and said, ‘I am looking forward to our future.’
He returned her wicked smile. ‘Me too, my love. Me too.’
Then he kissed her and showed her how much.