I’m already dizzy with desire by the time we stop running.
Wanting him while we’re wolves is a whole different experience. All my senses are heightened. I can smell the arousal coming from his body, filling the air around us, and it drives my own desire even higher.
I need to be human. I need hands and soft lips and smooth skin and everything that makes lovemaking wonderful. The wolf purrs in agreement and lies back easily, willing to let my human side take the lead, knowing that what’s about to happen will mean pleasure for both of us.
Brandon and I shift in unison and reach for each other, stepping into each other’s arms.
“A real mating ceremony,” he murmurs, rolling his hips toward mine, his hard cock rubbing against me. “Never would have thought this would happen for us.”
“A little late,” I say, thinking of the bite mark on my neck. I lift my fingers to feel the scars there. Even with my accelerated healing, that mark will never go away. It will always stand as a sign of the bond between me and my mate.
“I could give you another one of those,” he says, baring his teeth.
I nod breathlessly.