He curled his hand around my fist and towed it off my still-gaping mouth.Just tell me when, and I’ll be there, hard and willing.
“Tonight.”
He chuckled. “You don’t waste a single minute.”
“I don’t want to chance you changing your mind.”
He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed it, then rolled his cheek against my knuckles, marking me with his scent even though his scent was already on me, would forever be on me. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
“You swear?”
On every storm and every star.
“We’re still doing it tonight, because I cannot wait to speak into your mind.” I pushed up on my toes to seal his vow between our lips.
“I forgot about that detail.”
“Only fair.”
“I suppose it is.” Gentle. His voice was so gentle.
As I took his hand to lead him toward the twinkling reception, I asked, “You think I desired it so much I made it happen?”
A corner of his mouth ticked up. “Youareincredibly persuasive.”
“I knew I had a hidden superpower.”
The other corner joined the fray. “Have youagainforgotten you can transform into a wolf?”
I laughed as he pulled on my hand, spinning me back into his arms.
Beneath a sky swathed in stars, with our very own Storm watching on nearby, Liam pressed a kiss to my lips that promised many more to come.
Epilogue
Five months later.
Iburst into the house we’d moved into a week earlier, Storm balanced on my hip, even though at fifteen months, he was perfectly capable of walking on his own.
“Liam!” I breathed hard even though I’d only run from the swing set in our backyard.
He careened out of the living room, eyes repeatedly raking over Storm and me, muscles writhing beneath his tanned skin. “What? What is it?”
She’s here.“She’s here,” I repeated out loud for Storm.
His future best friend had arrived.
Or mate.
Unless he was like my brother Nolan and preferred males.
Here I went again, wanting to matchmakeeveryone.
Tears slipped out from how incredibly and perfectly happy I was. Sure, I’d been this way since the winter solstice, but the birth of another werepup had just added a whole new layer of happiness to my world, a stroke of bright color to something already beautiful, a filter that made everything twinkle.
Liam froze. “Is Sarah . . . is she . . .?”
His dread tempered my joyous outburst. We all had triggers—gunshots and motorcycles for me; births for Liam. As much as we both wanted to add children to our family, I worried he wouldn’t take a breath the entire time I was pregnant.
