Epilogue
Declan rolled onto his back and threaded his fingers behind his head, watching the play of early morning light on the white surface of the ceiling.
He smiled to himself, the action languid and relaxed.
A warm summer breeze wafted through the open window, bringing with it the soft, briny tang from Bondi Beach.
Later in the day, he’d meet Peter down at the beach and go for a swim.
It hadn’t taken long, a matter of days really, but Declan had developed a deep love for the surf.
There was nothing like diving into the crashing waves, submerging oneself completely in the invigorating water, letting its powerful force wash away decades of pain and memories and nightmares, before bursting up through its foamy surface—renewed, refreshed. Reborn.
He pulled a slow breath, exhaling it even slower.
There were things he had to do before he escaped to the beach.
People he needed to see. It would take some time, but he’d eventually get used to being the new Eudeyrn clan’s Alpha.
Eventually. Tradition was paramount to his kind and the ancient clan had accepted it as such.
A superior alpha wolf had defeated Nathan Epoc and they were ready to move into a new era.
It helped greatly Epoc’s rule had been one of fear, degradation and brutal humiliation.
Declan’s forehead creased into a slight frown.
He hadn’t planned on becoming the Eudeyrn Alpha when he’d sworn to destroy Epoc.
All he’d been thinking of was making the bastard pay for Maggie’s death.
Retribution of the most basic, savage kind.
Now…A dry grin pulled at his lips. Well, he’d always disliked the idea of being a lone wolf.
Almost as much as he disliked the cliché.
“I hope that smile’s for me?”
A voice husky with sleep caressed his check and he rolled his head to the side, casting a lazy gaze at the woman lying beside him. “Actually…”
Regan grinned at him, her fingers tiptoeing up his bare chest to flick at his nipples.
“Oh, I get it. You become the Alpha of a pack and suddenly there’s no room for me in your head.
” She sniffed melodramatically. “I should have known you were a workaholic.” A pout quivered on her lower lip and she made to roll away from him.
“I’m getting up to feed Rex. At least he loves me. ”
Declan moved, covering her body with his and pressing her back to the bed.
“Rex can wait,” he growled on a chuckle.
He smoothed his hands down her arms and snared her wrists, sliding them above her head.
She arched her back, pushing her breasts up and against his chest, rolling the smooth curve of her mons against his rapidly growing cock.
He bit back a groan of delight, the gentle friction of her flesh on his making his head spin.
“As for me being a workaholic…” He dropped his head, nibbling at the delicate line of her collarbone.
“Work’s not what I’m addicted to, Regan Thomas. ”
She moved underneath him, undulating her hips until her thighs spread enough to let his shaft nudge her soft pussy lips. “And just what are you addicted to, my animal?”
He traced the smooth column of her neck with a string of tiny kisses, up to her jaw and over her chin until his lips came to rest on hers. “Now who’s being stupid?”
Regan chuckled, the action sending gentle waves of vibrations through her body, down to the warm, damp junction of her thighs hugging his cock so snugly.
“Well, seeing as you’re awake and not making wild, passionate, untamed sex to me, I’d say you.
” She slid one long, bare leg up the back of his, her calf muscle doing things to his sanity no innocent body part should.
“Still furthering that Irish stereotype, are we?”
Declan lifted his head and gazed down at her.
Drinking in her beauty, her sensual spirit.
He curled his lips in a languid smile, shifting his hips until the throbbing head of his cock parted the velvety lips of her sex.
“For the sake of my nationality’s reputation,” he murmured, dragging his hands down her arms to cup the heavy swell of her breasts, “I best be making love to you, then. I wouldn’t want the world to think we Irish aren’t all that quick on the uptake.
” He rolled her pinched, puckered nipples between thumb and forefinger.
She sucked in a hitching breath and shoved her breasts harder into his hands, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Now,” he continued, teasing and twisting each rock-hard nipple.
“That was wild, passionate, untamed sex, am I right?”
She opened her eyes, their green depths smoldering with desire and rapturous hunger. “Oh, God, yes,” she sighed, raking her nails across his back to bury her fingers into his hair.
Declan let his smile grow wider. Devilish. Wolfish. “Untamed I can do, love. Anytime and every time you want.” And, with a powerful, fluid thrust, he plunged his shaft deep into her sex.