word.
“Mo?” he whispered tentatively, knowing her wolf hearing would pick up his voice.
“I’m in the bedroom,” her voice called back to him.
He followed the sound back past the sitting room and down the hallway. He could smell her everywhere, and his body was filled with longing for his mate. Her bedroom door was cracked; he pushed it open. The lights were dim, and he didn’t see her at first. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he saw her standing by the window, watching her wolves below. He stood behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
“They are your wolves, too,” she said in a low voice. “And this isn’t my apartment. It isn’t my bedroom. It’s ours.” She turned to face him. “Once you bite me, once we’re mated, everything that is mine is yours. And Fionn…I want you to share your burdens with me, too. No more running because you’re hurting.”
“Will you mark me, too, Mo? Because I’d really like that.” He cupped her cheek with his hand.
Suddenly shy, she smiled up at him and nodded. “My first mate, he didn’t…”
“He didn’t what? Want you to bite him?” Fionn was surprised. From what his brother had told him, being bit by your mate produced unrivaled joy.
“No…more that he didn’t understand why I would want to. He was a good man, Fionn. But it was a different time, and he just wasn’t a feminist.”
“Mmm. Well, I am all about equal opportunity. You realize, we do this, it’s done, there’s no turning back?”
“Yes. I’ve done it before. Are you ready for this?”
“I’m still scared. But I’m yours.” He swallowed. “The last time I was here, I kissed you when I was angry, with myself, with you. I want to kiss you as my mate, as a lover, with nothing between us but passion.”
He pulled her tight against his chest and brushed his lips over hers. He took his time with this kiss, just feeling the pressure of her mouth under his own, then nibbling around her lips, plucking at them with his teeth. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and she started pulling it up. Without breaking contact with her lips, he took her hands in his and pushed them down to her sides. When she curled her hands around his waist, he cupped the back of her head in one palm.
Monica thought the need she felt would explode inside her. She felt a whimper rising in her throat as he oh-so-delicately nudged her lips open. She welcomed the sensual intrusion of his tongue slipping against hers and felt tears welling in her eyes at the tenderness of the moment. When he scooped her up in his arms and crossed the room to the bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as though she never wanted to let go. Laying her on the bed, he finally broke the kiss. His blue eyes met her dark ones, and he smiled at her.
“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He stroked the streak of silver in her hair. “The way you struck out on your own, all those years ago, and made this powerful, incredible feminist pack, it’s just the most unimaginably awesome accomplishment.”
“Are you going to make love to me or read my resume?” She growled impatiently.
“Maybe a little of both,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to her throat, making her shiver. “I need you to know who you are to me. It’s about more than wanting these long, muscular legs wrapped around me. It’s about more than needing to feel your hair wrapped around my hands. It’s about more than lust and wanting to fuck you senseless every time I see you. Do you understand? It’s about what you’ve done, what you’ve lived through. No other woman could hold a candle to my mate, my love.”
Her face shuttered. Suddenly, she was the vulnerable one.
“I’m old,” she whispered. “Older than your mother.”
“We’re wolves. Age is just a number.” He pressed another kiss to her throat.
“I have gray hair.”
“You have a very sexy streak of silver in an amazing mane of beautiful
“Mo?” he whispered tentatively, knowing her wolf hearing would pick up his voice.
“I’m in the bedroom,” her voice called back to him.
He followed the sound back past the sitting room and down the hallway. He could smell her everywhere, and his body was filled with longing for his mate. Her bedroom door was cracked; he pushed it open. The lights were dim, and he didn’t see her at first. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he saw her standing by the window, watching her wolves below. He stood behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
“They are your wolves, too,” she said in a low voice. “And this isn’t my apartment. It isn’t my bedroom. It’s ours.” She turned to face him. “Once you bite me, once we’re mated, everything that is mine is yours. And Fionn…I want you to share your burdens with me, too. No more running because you’re hurting.”
“Will you mark me, too, Mo? Because I’d really like that.” He cupped her cheek with his hand.
Suddenly shy, she smiled up at him and nodded. “My first mate, he didn’t…”
“He didn’t what? Want you to bite him?” Fionn was surprised. From what his brother had told him, being bit by your mate produced unrivaled joy.
“No…more that he didn’t understand why I would want to. He was a good man, Fionn. But it was a different time, and he just wasn’t a feminist.”
“Mmm. Well, I am all about equal opportunity. You realize, we do this, it’s done, there’s no turning back?”
“Yes. I’ve done it before. Are you ready for this?”
“I’m still scared. But I’m yours.” He swallowed. “The last time I was here, I kissed you when I was angry, with myself, with you. I want to kiss you as my mate, as a lover, with nothing between us but passion.”
He pulled her tight against his chest and brushed his lips over hers. He took his time with this kiss, just feeling the pressure of her mouth under his own, then nibbling around her lips, plucking at them with his teeth. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and she started pulling it up. Without breaking contact with her lips, he took her hands in his and pushed them down to her sides. When she curled her hands around his waist, he cupped the back of her head in one palm.
Monica thought the need she felt would explode inside her. She felt a whimper rising in her throat as he oh-so-delicately nudged her lips open. She welcomed the sensual intrusion of his tongue slipping against hers and felt tears welling in her eyes at the tenderness of the moment. When he scooped her up in his arms and crossed the room to the bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as though she never wanted to let go. Laying her on the bed, he finally broke the kiss. His blue eyes met her dark ones, and he smiled at her.
“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He stroked the streak of silver in her hair. “The way you struck out on your own, all those years ago, and made this powerful, incredible feminist pack, it’s just the most unimaginably awesome accomplishment.”
“Are you going to make love to me or read my resume?” She growled impatiently.
“Maybe a little of both,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to her throat, making her shiver. “I need you to know who you are to me. It’s about more than wanting these long, muscular legs wrapped around me. It’s about more than needing to feel your hair wrapped around my hands. It’s about more than lust and wanting to fuck you senseless every time I see you. Do you understand? It’s about what you’ve done, what you’ve lived through. No other woman could hold a candle to my mate, my love.”
Her face shuttered. Suddenly, she was the vulnerable one.
“I’m old,” she whispered. “Older than your mother.”
“We’re wolves. Age is just a number.” He pressed another kiss to her throat.
“I have gray hair.”
“You have a very sexy streak of silver in an amazing mane of beautiful
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