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With each heated connection of flesh, the remnants of their past pains seemed to dissolve, carried away on the tide of passion that refused to be quenched.Nick poured every ounce of his longing into each movement, every stroke a gift to the mate his heart recognized, even when his mind had railed against it.
As they moved together, he felt the ache of release mounting, a gathering storm deep in his balls, pulsing at the base of his spine.It flickered through him, setting every nerve ending alight with an intensity that bordered on pain, the kind of agony that promised an explosive release.
Sarah gasped, her inner muscles tightening around him with a fierce urgency, stoking the flames higher.He could feel her own climax drawing near, her body winding tighter like a coil ready to spring.
He focused on the moment, on the incredible feeling of her wrapped around him, her body speaking to him in the silent language of lovers—a conversation of touch and motion that spoke volumes of forgiveness and love.
The bond between them, so long denied, now pulsed with renewed life.In the privacy of their embrace, the scars of the past seemed to melt away, leaving only the here and now.
As they spiraled toward climax, their inner wolves surged to the surface, instincts intertwining with human emotion.
Her inner muscles fluttered around him, a series of spasms that heralded the storm of pleasure about to break.The rhythmic clenching sent ripples through his own body, a primal signal reverberating through their intertwined souls.
She cried out, and her body convulsed around him, her tightness a vise that threatened to undo him completely.The intensity of her release ignited an answering flame within him, a blaze that had been gathering fuel since the moment they came together.
An electric charge surged through his veins as his release tore through him with the force of a supernova, explosive and bright.His roar was a feral sound that marked the claiming of his mate, the sealing of their bond.
In the moment of shattering release, Nick felt the protective walls around his heart crumble.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs.In the afterglow, Nick held Sarah close, the steady beat of her heart a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.They were two halves of a whole, their spirits woven together by fate and choice—a love reborn under the watchful eye of the moon.
Nick’s muscles were still thrumming from the intensity of their union when he shifted his position slightly to wrap an arm more securely around Sarah.The warmth of her body against his felt like a balm, soothing the raw edges of his soul that had been frayed by years of pain and mistrust.
“Sarah,” Nick murmured.“I’ve been thinking about Javier—about us.”
She lifted her head, her brown eyes meeting his.“What is it?”
“Vincent’s gone.The threat is over,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.“It’s time we start thinking about the future.About our son’s future.”
Sarah’s lips curved into a soft smile as she nodded, resting her cheek against his chest.“I want nothing more than for us to raise Javier together.He needs both of us, Nick.And I think we need him just as much.”
“Agreed,” Nick said, his heart swelling at the thought of their little boy.“He’ll grow up knowing he’s loved by both his parents.And we’ll teach him what it means to be part of the pack.”
“Part of a family,” Sarah said, her voice steady with conviction.
“Exactly.”Nick kissed the top of her head.
Chapter 28
TWO HOURS LATER, NICKstepped out of Sarah’s Jeep into the morning air.The arid scent of the desert mingled with the lingering coolness from the night before.His muscles tensed instinctively, still on high alert despite the calm that had finally settled over Sunburst.
Sarah emerged and moved around to stand beside him, her long hair catching the early light of day like threads of dark silk.She offered a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.They walked together, approaching the group gathered around Bronx’s SUV in front of the motel.
“Morning,” Malcolm greeted them, his voice holding a newfound optimism.Anders nodded in silent acknowledgment, his gaze traveling between Sarah and Nick.
“Sleep well?”Conall asked, offering a grin that seemed to brighten the atmosphere just a notch.
“Better than expected,” Nick admitted.
“Any nightmares about our dearly departed Vincent are now officially canceled,” Larissa chimed in, a teasing lilt in her voice that somehow made the heavy topic easier to bear.Her laughter felt like a gentle reminder that healing was possible, even after darkness.
“Speaking of which,” Quinton interjected, “we owe you guys our thanks.”He gestured toward Bronx and Ryker, who stood a little apart from the group, their postures relaxed but still vigilant.
“Without your help, we might still be dealing with Vincent’s mess,” Quinton continued.
Bronx gave a simple nod, the morning light casting shadows across the scars that marked his history of battles fought for the Moonstone Pack.
Ryker, on the other hand, wore a smirk, his eyes twinkling.
