I groan, my head falling back to the couch. “Do you realize how hard it will be to not murder everyone who looks at you while I fuck you?”
She pats my chest. “I think you’ll be okay.”
I kiss my mate and she opens for me, whimpering when I graze my fangs over her lips.
Just how she likes it.
But I try to be good and end the kiss before our libidos can take over.
We spend the rest of the night watching movies while cuddling.
Something I didn’t think I’d enjoy doing.
Now? I couldn’t imagine a night when I didn’t have my mate in my arms.
Epilogue – Farrah
One month later
One month of recovery and we’re both about to lose our minds. I’ve been strict about no sex until Locheran’s completely healed, meaning no more lingering pain and his energy back to one hundred.
He’s been cheating though, using his tail, fingers, and mouth on me.
But now? I need Locheran inside me.
Once the sun sets, I jump onto the bed. Locheran grumbles and slowly wakes. I straddle him, rubbing my pussy over his hardening cock.
His hands grab my hips, and he holds me down, groaning at the sensation.
“Take me right here, Locheran.”
He slaps my ass and tosses me onto the mattress beside him. “Nope.”
He chuckles, peeling himself out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom. After relieving himself, I follow him into the kitchen where he makes himself a breakfast of two bagels slathered in onion and chives cream cheese.
He takes forever to finish his food. Then even longer to finish his coffee.
After I’ve sighed at him for the millionth time, he finally stands.
“Get dressed. Club attire,” he says.
He rolls his eyes when I squeal and clap my hands before running to the bedroom.
I change in record time and slap on minimal makeup. My hair stays down and falls over my shoulders in loose curls.
Stepping back into the living room, Locheran runs his eyes down my body.
I’m wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps that shows off my cleavage and thick thighs.
Heat fills Locheran’s stare, and I hold up my finger.
“No take backs. We’re fucking at the club.”
He huffs then offers me his hand. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
He leads us out to his balcony and scoops me into his arms, then catapults us up into the air. I close my eyes as the cool, late September air whips through my hair and over my body.
