“Oh Goddess,” she moaned, voice heavy with need. “Wolfe?—”
My body curled over hers, pressing into her, pushing her into the mattress. I pinched her clit as my hips slammed into her one more time, my cum filling her, my teeth in her neck at our binding mark, reclaiming her as she screamed her release beneath me.
Mine. Always mine.
I could feel my heart beating in my head, thumping, as I caught my breath back.
Rowen moaned low. “Goddess, that was…amazing.” She was a panting mess beneath me. Just the way I liked it.
“Catch your breath, princess,” I told her, kissing down her spine, pulling free from her. “We’re not done.”
I wokein a tangle of Rowen and blankets. I felt rested. Restored. I looked at my sleeping mate. Her body was covered in the evidence of our night, and I winced. We were shifters. Bruises healed quickly, so the fact Rowen was still marked with the evidence of our lust made me feel a moment of guilt.
Right until she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She tilted her head in invitation, and I obliged, dipping down to kiss her softly. “Are you okay?”
“I feel great,” she answered, cuddling into me. “You?”
“I have no complaints.” I grinned, laughing when she smacked my belly, the slap echoing in the room. I pulled her closer. “Last night was perfect.” I kissed her again. “You, my beautiful wife, my mate, are perfect.”
Rowen snuggled into me. Her head on my chest. “You’re pretty perfect yourself,” she said, kissing my chest. “I love you.”
I pressed a kiss to her head. “I love you, too.”
We lay for a long moment, content. The world and the pack troubles beyond our door, distant for now. But it wouldn’t be long before we would need to get out of bed, open the door, and welcome it all back inside again.
“Do we have more time?” Rowen asked, seeming to read my mind. “Or do we need to face reality again?”
“Five more minutes.” I slipped my finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. I kissed her gently. “Five more minutes.”
It was some time later that I was in the kitchen making us coffee. I was showered, and Rowen was now in the shower. We agreed that showering together would just delay us more. Though when she walked past me to go into the bathroom, it had taken willpower not to follow her inside.
The door opened, and I looked up as Killian popped his head around the door. “Safe?”
“You have a window,” I told him lightly. I heard the shower turn off. “But my mate is naked in there, so the window might be tight.”
Killian rolled his eyes, coming in and closing the door. “I don’t need that information,” he scolded me. “Tell me you slept at least?”
“I had a very good night’s sleep,” I told him, recognizing the need in my beta to ensure I was okay. “Before Rowen came home and after. Much later.”
“Will you stop?” he asked with a shake of his head. He waved his hand in a circle. “You’re very…Zen.” He frowned when I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t like it.”
The bedroom door opened and Rowen came out in her combat pants and a simple black tank. Her chestnut hair was loose and damp over her shoulders. Her smile for me was everything a man could want when his wife looked at him.
“Hi, Killian,” Rowen greeted, reaching up and kissing me gently. “I happen to like relaxed Wolfe. I say we keep him this way.” Her eyes shone with promise.
“You guys are sickening,” he muttered. “I’ll come back when you’re both…not this.”
I sighed and saw the same resignation in Rowen’s eyes. “No, we’re ready.” I detangled myself from her. “I made coffee.” I checked the pot. “Won’t be long.”
Rowen looked at the living room as if seeing it for the first time. “I’d offer you a seat,” she said with a frown. “But…”
“We’ll fix it,” I told her, pouring three cups of coffee. I took mine and Rowen’s and sat on the floor, my back against the wall. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“No, the end is happening outside.” Killian got his coffee and sat on the floor too. “Do you remember the outside?” He was only half-teasing.
“I do.” I took a drink. “I decided that I don’t like it; I’m staying in here.” I was only half-serious.
“Well, tough.” He drank his coffee, and Rowen hid her smile behind her cup. “The pack is fine,” he told us. “Your druid lookssmug.” He glared at Rowen. “Why is that? Why do they look like theywonsomething?”
