Epilogue Two
BLOOM—A FEW MONTHS LATER
Breeding season started with a bang.
Literally.
I gasped as Maverick’s fingers slid inside me, waking me early in the morning. When I looked over my shoulder, I found his green eyes glowing as he watched me intently.
The room was dark, but I could see just fine.
“It’s here?” I murmured.
We’d talked about it, repeatedly. Discussed our boundaries. He’d warned me what was going to happen. I’d promised him I was fine with it.
Over and over.
“Fuck,” I breathed, as he pulled his fingers free and lifted one of my thighs over his hips. He rolled me with the motion, so my back was to his chest even though I was partially on top of him.
There was no secret what was coming next.
So much sex.
“You’re so fucking good to me,” he growled, driving into me slowly. “I want you. Need you. Love you.”
“I love you too,” I moaned, as he pulled out and thrust in again. The knot at the the base of his cock was already swelling. We’d be locked together soon enough, our bodies just as connected as our minds were.
Sharing my life with Maverick was so much more intense—and exciting—than I’d ever expected.
“Ready, baby?” His voice was low and raspy. The fact that he was asking at all told me he was in slightly more control than he’d warned me he would be, at least for the moment.
That control was going to fade, soon.
All we would be was two bodies and souls, completely intertwined.
My lips curved a little. “Ready for anything.”
With him, that was always true.