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always be yours."

"I was angry. You had withheld your wolf from me and the intimacy of this kind of

talking. That hurt so much, to know you could deliberately keep something from me that

would be so welcome."

"I am sorry." He hoped she could feel his sincerity because there were no words

that could express his profound regret at depriving her of their mindspeak. "I am ashamed

to say I never thought how doing so would hurt you."

"I did not consider how hurt you would be to fi nd out I had hidden my deafness

from you. Love does not always make us brilliant."

"Or brave."

She brushed her fingertip over his lips. "Knowing you love me gives me all the

courage I need."

"That is as it should be."

"Kiss me."

How could he deny her? He pressed his lips to hers, his body surging with renewed

passion with that small caress of mouths. He cupped her breast, kneading it gently and

brushing his thumb over her turgid nipple.

She moaned into the kiss as a whimper sounded in his head. How could he have

held back from sharing in this intimate communication? He did not know, but he did know

that he would never do so again.

Her small hands released their tight clasp behind his neck to rove over his body,

and he reveled in every touch.

Needing to be inside her, he rolled them so she was on top. "Ride me, sweet wife.

Please."

She did not demur but slid down until her silky wet folds met the tip of his

granite-hard cock and then engulfed it. Velvet fire enveloped his dick, and Talorc howled

in ecstasy.

A feral grin worthy of any Chrechte femwolf creased Abigail's lovely features. She

rode him with unfettered passion, freer than she had ever been with him, and he realized

that sharing his wolf with her had bridged that final gap between them.