Finally, I draw back because I need to see him. “It’s the bond.”
He grins. “It’s amazing.”
A weight lifts off my shoulders, taking me by surprise. I didn’t realise I still held on to the worry that he might regret this, but there’s no faking the joy radiating from him. I can see it, smell it,feelit. “Yeah. It really fucking is.”
He leans in and kisses me, soft and slow and thorough. My cock stirs where I’m still inside him. “When I came here asking to join your club, I was so fucking lost.”
I run my hands up and down his spine. “I’m so sorry I was such a cunt to you that day.”
His smile turns wry. “You were.” He doesn’t stop touching me though.
“I thought it was the only way to protect myself and my pack.”
“I know.” He kisses me again. “And if I knew what was going to happen, I might have just kept on riding when I left here and never looked back.”
“And now?” I can’t help but tense, and of course he notices. There’s no hiding anything from him ever again. “Any regrets?”
“Not when it’s brought me here, to you. To this.” He rolls his hips, surprise colouring his features when he realises I’m hard.
“Shifter stamina.” I flip us so he’s on his back. He wraps his legs around me and I look down at him, emotions swirling inside me. “I’ve wanted you since that night in the forest when you stumbled into my life and changed everything. I didn’t think you were something I could ever have, and I hate what you’ve had to go through for us to get here, but I’m so fucking grateful that you want me too.”
“I do want you. With all my fucking heart,” he whispers, and it’s so close to the words on the tip of my tongue, but even with our bond, I don’t think he’s ready to hear them yet. The human side of him still clings to inbuilt time constraints. But he can feel what I feel if I let him.
So I do.
I let everything out, flooding the connection between us, startling him into a gasp. His eyes widen as he looks up at me, but I kiss him before he can voice whatever questions are on the tip of his tongue. That can come later.
I roll my hips, hard cock rubbing against that spot inside him, successfully distracting him.
He moans as he cradles my jaw, fingers stroking over the stubble there. “This is forever, right?”
“Forever.” A burst of happiness flares down the bond that now links us, and it lights me up inside.
“Good.” He tugs me down into another kiss, this one dirtier and full of the promise of more. “Because I think you owe me more kissing.” He laughs as I do just that.
“Gonna give you a lot more than that.” I start to fuck him again, slow and thorough.
His laughter turns into a groan, and I swallow it with more kisses.
Things outside this room are far from settled. Fox might be dead, but he wasn’t the sole person behind the fight rings. They won’t stop, and who knows how many other hunters are involved. I need to talk to Grey, to see what happened after we left, find out if trouble is headed our way, but all that can wait for the next few hours at least.
For now, I’m going to take my time and enjoy the one thing I never thought I’d get to have.
Morgan.
My fated mate.
25
MORGAN
“Morning.”
I open my eyes to find Lynx watching me. He looks like he’s fighting a smile, but it doesn’t matter if he tries to hide it. I can feel how happy he is. It’s been two weeks since we completed our bond. I’m still getting used to it.
If someone had told me a month ago that I’d not only become a shifter, but that I’d also be bonded to one for the rest of my life, I’d have run a fucking mile. But this? It really is the most amazing feeling.
There’s a warmth tucked behind my ribs, a steady hum that I know instinctively is Lynx. Just like I know that he’s mine, and he always will be. We can’t hide anything from each other, and the relief of knowing that I’ll never be blindsided by anything with him, it’s so fucking freeing. I can’t help but smile back at him, because I’m happy. “Morning.”
