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He caresses my mate mark and says, “I’m so fucking proud of you, wife.”

He swats my butt after I drop my clothes, shift to wolf shape, and embrace everything about my nature to join the rest of the Silver Hills pack (who will soon become the Moonshine Springs pack).

We say a rather primal version ofgoodbyeto our old alpha before we pee on his remains.

Epilogue

Grey

“Finally,” she sighs and falls backwards onto the bed.

I toss the wet towel from around my waist in the direction of the laundry hamper and say, “Lose the towel, wife.”

She smiles, showing me that pretty dimple. I have a feeling I’m gonna get to see it much more often.

“Gladly. That shower was missing something vitally important.”

“What’s that?” I inquire.

“Hanky panky. It was a functional shower. Necessary, especially after the past forty-eight hours we’ve spent, but not nearly as fun as usual. If you’re too tired, I can do all the work for a change and you can be the one to just lie here.”

I drop beside her on the bed. “Yeah, maybe.”

She rolls onto me, her mane of dark, wet, wavy hair lashing my skin. Excitement lights her eyes and her still damp, warm body slides down until she’s on her knees between my thighs.

She leans forward and kisses my throat and trails kisses down my shoulders to my pecs, swirling her hot, wet tongue around my nipple and pulling a sound of pleasure from me. That sound goes deeper and huskier as her fingers wrap around my cock.

She pulls, thumb grazing over the crown, before she lowers further and tentatively presses her lips to the tip.

This surprises me, but I try not to show it because I don’t want to take her out of this moment, don’t want to send herinto a memory that frankly could make me lose my erection or spend another minute thinking about her now deservedly dead brother. It wasn’t an honorable way to die. It sure didn’t look or sound like the way anyone would want to go, but it was very poetic. And now, it’s over.

And I have no problem with the fact that my woman played a part in that – which I hope and suspect was cathartic for her and everyone else present there today.

The sensations in our connection along with the way she takes me deep into her hot, wet mouth gives me a bit of a clue. She’s not stressed out, she’s not fretting, she’s in this moment, focused on giving me pleasure and seeming like she enjoys it too.

“Put your hand between your legs, Blossom. Are you wet for me?”

She looks up, still sucking me off, eyes glassing over as she takes me deeper and reaches between her legs.

“That’s my good girl,” I rumble.

She whimpers and I know she’s reveling in the praise. I see it in her expression, hear it in the way she’s panting with excitement, hear how wet she is as she touches herself, and I feel it in our connection.

She gets me deeper, gags, and pulls back while she squeezes her fist around the root of my shaft. As great as her mouth feels, I want inside that tight, wet heat instead. I want us both to ride the wave of pleasure my knot brings. I grab her by the armpits and move her to her back. Her legs wind around my hips as I slam inside, pulling a groan from my soaking wet wife.

“Fuck, Stacy. You feel so fucking good.”

“Y-you, too, Grey. So f-fucking good.” She drives her hands into my hair and sinks her teeth into my throat.

My knot snaps out and sends us both into the ether.

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I’m just about to finally fall asleep, mind running over the events of the past few weeks. I had purpose with my pack, with my family. But in a few short weeks I’ve now got my fated mate, my family starting, and my extended family growing. I was paired with a broken, fearful female who is proving she’s so much more than that. She’s nurturing. She’s strong. She strives to right wrongs. She’s exactly who I want to raise a family with. I’ve got five cousins and a great aunt. I’ve got a connection to the magic in me and I will learn how to wield it. I’ve finally met my birth mother and ended her life in the very same day, knowing to my core that the magic I’ve been gifted with isn’t for the faint of heart or the weak of will. I’ve gone in these few weeks from knowing next to nothing about the magic in me to seeing more than once what dabbling with dark magic can do. And I know I’m the leader of this coven and in the council for this large pack for good reasons.

There are no dark whispers coming at me and they never will. Because I live in the light. I thrive in the light. And I know my beautiful Blossom and our two sons and future children will all flourish here, too. I did get a text message from Erica asking me to meet with her and Ronnie who will drive down. They want to do a salt circle, have me take the ampule, and for me to connect with Ronnie to make sure nothing residually dark remains. I told her I’d do it the following day instead. Tomorrow I’m not leaving this house and nobody gets in either. Tomorrow it’s just me and my mate.

Tonight, I will sleep in this form. Because I can afford to sleep deep tonight. Tomorrow I’ll wake up and spend the day pleasuring my mate, directing her, shift-fucking, making hercome over and over until she pleads with me to stop.

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