EPILOGUE
Three days. Four nights of blinding ecstasy and humbling pain. Declan licked my breast again and my nipple pebbled at the attention. I didn’t know how it found the strength when I had come four times already. The whine it brought to my throat wasn’t human anymore, but Declan understood.
His cock, still inside me, grew hard in response, his licks increasing.
I pulled on the metal ring strapped to his chest with such ferocity his whole body shoved gloriously deeper inside me.
I yanked on it again, demanding the pace and depth I needed and Declan picked it up on his own.
My eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering against his onslaught.
“You bounce so pretty on my fat cock, love.”
The words writhed inside me until I had to thrash as well. “Declan, I need you, love.”
Folding me almost in half, I couldn't believe the things my body would do for him. His forearms stood sentinel on either side of my head as his hips smashed against my clit. My hands gripped those solid posts, exposing my neck as he pounded me closer to oblivion. Whispered prayers filled the room, a soft counterpoint to the ferocity with which he mastered my body. For once I didn’t care what he was saying.
I needed him to bite me. Sink his teeth deep into my flesh so he could live there.
“I need you!” I barked.
Declan didn’t hesitate. His wicked wolf’s teeth latched onto my shoulder, just at the juncture of my neck.
His hips ground down on my clit in endless, pressurized circles to stir my insides.
The orgasm built from heat and blood to sweep over my body in a shower of stars.
Shaking in the tight grip of his teeth only poured the orgasm faster between my legs.
The sounds I made were all wolf. Declan pulled himself from my body from both places but instead of freeing me to slump onto the mattress again, the high sharpened my teeth to daggers.
I pounced on him with furry paws. His forearm came up to balance his fall back onto the bed and I savaged it in my teeth.
The taste of my mate on my tongue was pure rapture.
Mine resounded through my head. I shook my head back and forth in overwhelming delight, teeth digging in deeper, but Declan was made of strong stuff.
His bones didn’t break under my assault.
the flow of blood from his arm stopped by the time I blinked back into awareness and released my teeth.
He had also come in thick ropes all over his belly.
I wanted to lick it all up but his arm needed tending first.
“Sorry,” I said automatically.
He gave me a stern look that heated my blood all over again. We had been through this for the past few days. I struggled to take the final step into the change. No matter how much Declan praised my half-revealed wolf, or used his own to coax mine out, I couldn’t seem to let go of my control.
“Fallon.”
I sat on my heels, ready to try again, willing my body to respond to his kind words. A dark look crossed his face and tightened that pouty mouth. He tucked his hand behind his head and spread his legs so the full length of him was on display.
“Shift and clean it up. Now.”
My vision sharpened to his abs, his muscled legs, his shining heart.
How dare he speak to me that way. How dare it flood me with a dangerous desire.
My paws–all four of them–hit the mattress, caging him in.
Ears pinned back to my head, I inhaled so many scents that it made me dizzy.
My lips pulled back in a snarl, exposing my wicked mouthful of teeth.
My jaw cracked wide, producing a rumble that Declan absorbed with an ever-widening smile.
“You did it, Honey! You did it!”
He scooped me up just like he would Ned, my tail trailing on the ground as he spun me in circles, my paws on his shoulders.
I’m going to throw up, Dec.
“Don’t throw up.” He plunked me down on my butt before the fire. “Breathe through your mouth for a moment.”
I opened my muzzle, but even that was weird when it was so long.
“You’re fine.” His strong hands scratched just behind my ears, fluffing the dark fur. Pleasure flooded my whole body. I thought brown fur that matched my eyes was a bit mundane when Declan looked like a carved piece of the night, but he assured me I would be a shadow in the forest.
I want to take care of your arm.
He shifted to wolf with a pop. All better, he said, as he lifted a healed leg for my inspection.
Declan was twice my size in this form and I had to look up at him. His blue eyes grew luminous as I gazed at him. I showed him my throat in a gesture that was both weird and natural at the same time.
I love you.
He brought his giant maw against my throat, holding my neck, teeth against my jaw in a whisper of dominance. All of my fur settled into place. This was so strange I gave up making it make sense.
I love you too, Fallon. He hopped back onto all four feet. But if you didn’t know that by now, you really are dense as a potato.
Are you calling me a tuber!? I said in mock outrage.
If the spud fits, he taunted. What are you going to do about it?
I sprang toward him, but when I landed, he was no longer there.
Come get me. He called into my mind because he had already bounded out into the darkness of the night.
And as I raced outside, legs wobbly and paws slipping, I knew with absolute joy, I would spend the rest of my life doing just that.
The stories don’t end here.