“Now, Aislyn.”
Without breaking his rigorous stride in and out of her pussy, he leaned over her torso, his head angling toward her shoulder. Slamming her eyes shut, she wallowed in the pulsations of pleasure, his bite, when it came, searing her with additional heat despite the pain. It lasted only seconds, a deep but quick nip piercing her skin before he pulled back and soothed the pinpricks with his tongue, spewing his seed inside her quivering body at the same time.
Aislyn was surprised at how dark it had gotten by the time she roused from the euphoria enough to focus again. “I think I lost about twenty minutes.” She shot Gavin a grin as she got to her feet. “I don’t feel any different but I’m as hungry as a wolf. Does that count?”
His lips quirked as he waded out of the water. “I can smell my scent on you, that’s what counts, even though you can’t detect it.” He ran a finger over his bite mark, his eyes taking on that wild look again.
Backing away with an exuberant laugh, she grabbed her clothes, shaking her head. “No, not until you feed me. But in case I forgot to mention it,” she yanked up her jeans and threw her arms around him, crushing her breasts against his chest, “I love you, wolf Gavin.”
“My mate, finally.”
Epilogue
Three months later
The September breeze held a hint of fall but the bright afternoon sun warmed Aislyn’s shoulders as she stood at the corral rail, holding her breath watching Gavin trying to gain the upper hand riding a wild mustang Drake had rescued. The muscles on his forearms bulged with his tight hold on the reins, his tall body swaying and bowing on the bucking horse as he gripped the heaving sides with his thighs. His hat went flying off but that didn’t break his intense concentration.
Aislyn gave herself a mental shake, bemused over her conflicting emotions. She was scared spitless for Gavin’s safety yet all she could think about was the pleasure she reaped when he turned that determined focus and ripped body her way. The ranch hands standing around the corral smiled or called out a greeting, their easy acceptance of her into the close knit family they made up was just one of the benefits of coming to live with Gavin.
A sharp yip drew her gaze to the frolicking chocolate lab puppies kept safe from horses’ hooves in a pen for now. Like Lily, the pair had stolen her heart as soon as Gavin brought them home and placed the squirming, six-week-old puppies in her arms. She could have used the comfort of their snuggly attachment to her when Gavin and his brothers had left to confront Heath.
Aislyn would never forget that long night and morning waiting for Gavin to return from Boise, of pacing the floor worrying over how far he would go to protect her and what she would do if he failed. As soon as she heard him return, she’d sworn she wouldn’t let him go again, ever. He’d made sure of that when he’d taken her to the secluded grotto and bound her to him with his searing bite.
That memory turned Aislyn warm as Gavin brought the mustang under control enough to stop the stallion’s panicked bucking. Once she had watched him shift and was able to get close to his wolf, she had fallen in love all over again. After Heath’s plea bargain landed him a ten-year sentence and freed her from further scrutiny, there was nothing left to fear, no reason to return to Boise other than to close up her apartment and pack her things. She looked at her left hand on the rail, the diamond she was still getting used to wearing sparkling in the light. Trusting her cowboy proved to be the best decision of her life.
Gavin dismounted and handed the reins to one of the cowhands and then swooped down to snatch up his hat before leveling that enigmatic, green-eyed gaze her way. Those delicious goosebumps popped up along her arms as he slapped his hat on and strode over. His bronzed face and neck glistened with perspiration, his clothes were covered in dust and his chest still lifted from his exertions. Tingles spread down her spine, across her nipples and tickled her sheath despite, or because of his disheveled appearance. When he reached the fence, he stood before her and rested his hands on his hips, his fingers caressing the wide black belt around his waist.
Aislyn’s buttocks clenched as she recalled the stinging heat that accessory had produced last night when he had her bent over a hay bale in the stables. Lifting her eyes to his, she said, “It appears you’ve mastered that horse as successfully as you have me.”
His lips curled at the corners as he reached over the fence and cupped her skull, knocking off the hat he bought her as he brought her head up to meet his mouth. The kiss started out hard and possessive, a taking that slowly changed to a soft sharing. By the time he released her, they were both breathing heavily and his eyes glittered with that possessive gleam she loved so much.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “The one I plan to make it my life’s mission loving and mastering.”
The End
BJ Wane
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our Goldendoodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, grandchildren, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly
