Shifter Magnetism
judgment. He swore his mother to secrecy and then told her everything that had happened. He didn’t blame her for the gape-mouthed expression she wore. They both turned when they heard a whimper from the next room.
    “You can’t leave her like that. The damage is done. Your scent is already altered. Heat is…painful in the extreme. She won’t be able to withstand it for long.”
    She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. “I will quietly gather our things.”
    “Mamá, I can’t take you from your home.”
    “We always knew you would have your own pack one day. With your father gone, you are my only family. Your mate will need me now that she is a hybrid.” She shook her head. “Hybrid. Only my son. Now go to her.”
    He hugged her before walking her to the door. Leila’s and his scents had altered, so they’d probably been mated since the spirit exchange. His reasons for not taking her were invalid. He strode to the bedroom door and opened it. Leila writhed on the bed. She pinched her nipples with one hand, and the fingers of her other hand worked furiously on her clit.
    She was laid out before him as though she were a banquet. Her breasts jerked each time she moved. Her pussy glistened with her juices. Her thighs invited him to spend time between them. He wanted to fall into her softness and feast.
    She was already his mate. There wasn’t a thing standing in his way.
    LEILA LOOKED AT Nic. If he wasn’t there to fuck her, he was going to get tackled and ravished. All she wanted was him. Her body needed him. At the moment she didn’t care about the Council or his pack. There were only the two of them in the room. Her pussy was running the show, and he needed to get with the program.
    “Let’s go, wolfman.”
    One corner of his mouth curled up. It was in the top five sexiest things she’d ever seen.
    He slowly walked toward her. His palm and fingertips skimmed her instep. She shivered. He trailed his hand up her leg, his touch gentle. Lord, she wanted to coo at him. What would he do next?
    “My mother just informed me our scents are already mingled. We’re already mated.”
    Before she could decide how she felt about his announcement, his grip firmed, and he jerked her closer to the edge of the bed. Her breath caught before her heart began racing.
    “Stay just like that.”
    She blinked. He sounded serious. He pulled off his clothes so quickly it was a wonder they didn’t rip. He climbed between her legs. His skin glided along hers, causing little pleasurable sparks to burst over her flesh. Her belly contracted as he touched her there. His large hand slid down and over her belly button until it swept her hand away from her cunt.
    “I’ve made you wait so long you’re going to need my cum right away. I promise to spend time worshipping your body later, mate.”
    “I can live with that.”
    She moaned as he lined his cock up with the entrance to her pussy. She felt every inch as he slid into her sheath. This was more than want. She needed him. He wound his fingers through hers and pressed her hands next to her head. She stared into his eyes. They’d lightened until they were a beautifully clear amber. Like his wolf’s.
    Maybe he wasn’t as controlled as he appeared. He slid fully within her. She widened her legs to accommodate him. He almost completely withdrew; then he slid fully within her again. She was overwhelmed by his scent, the feel of the hair covering his torso as his chest grazed her breasts with each thrust.
    He kissed her as she tried to process what was happening. Every touch, thrust, and swirl of his tongue was amplified. The sounds of their flesh slapping together spurred her lust. Was everything so intense because he was a shifter or because of the magic of the mating?
    He released her mouth, and she gasped. She was ensnared by the intensity of his eyes. He claimed her. Her world narrowed to his gaze, and his cock pounding in and almost out of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around

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