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returned, giving him a sinful grin in the mirror and grinding back against him. “That all you got?”
    Remy felt his eyes change as the colours of the world around him altered and he lost himself in answering the sexual challenge. He thrust into Skylar and gave the shiny black hair a tug to remind Skylar who was in charge here. The ploy only spurred his mate on as Skylar writhed against him.
    It wasn’t enough—he needed more.
    Keeping his rhythm, he guided them over to the mirror, and Skylar braced his hands on the wall on either side of the shiny surface just as he’d hoped. Without having to worry about Skylar toppling over, Remy turned himself loose to his wolf, slamming inside Skylar as fast as he could, anchoring his hands on Skylar’s hips when his claws came out again.
    Three thrusts and his body shook with the need to release and his eyes fastened on the soft, delicate skin of the back of Skylar’s neck hungrily. There. He had to bite down there for them to come.
    He plunged into Skylar twice more and bent to sink his sharper than normal teeth into Skylar’s skin to leave a bite he knew would create a proper mating mark that any shifter would understand and respect. The shared vision of his sight faded away under the overruling and unstoppable force of their orgasms and he howled for real this time, his wolf calling out his pleasure.
     
    Heart still racing, Remy gently withdrew and turned Skylar in his arms before sinking down onto the small wooden seat below the mirror, pulling a limp and shuddering Skylar down into his lap.
    “Was that what you were hoping for?”
    “I don’t know. Want to try again to be sure we did it right? I want to top this time.” Skylar’s hand snaked down his chest to tug at the curls at the base of his cock.
    “Can we wait until we get home? I think I’m getting slinters in my ass from this cheap excuse for a bench,” he complained even as his dick rose to the occasion, hardening at his mate’s touch.
    “You’re no fun.” Skylar kissed him anyway and snuggled close, continuing to pet him.
    “I’m lots of fun. That’s why we’ve totally trashed the place,” he countered, taking in the mess of the room where the walls were dented and cracked. Clothes were strewn all over the floor like a tornado had hit, and the swinging light fixture completed the image. There were even pieces of the shattered wooden door Skylar had broken imbedded in the opposite wall. It looked like there had been a war waged in there.
    “Fine. Did I imagine it or did you just buy everything in the store?”
    Remy smiled and let out a tired laugh. “Yeah, I guess everyone is getting an early Christmas present. We’ll send them back here for any alterations that are needed. Rylan is going to be stoked…Micah not so much.”
    “He’ll deal with it to make Rylan happy,” Skylar said certainly.
    “That he will.” He smirked as he thought about his big brother. Since mating Rylan, Micah had mellowed considerably and was much less of a pain in the ass—though he still had his moments of big brother stupidity and overprotectiveness.
    “Well at least we’ll have the best dressed pack this side of the Atlantic,” Skylar joked, fidgeting uncomfortably with an abashed smile.
    “It’s fine. But you’re buying dinner, and I’m not skimping on the sides.” Remy stood with Skylar in his arms and began picking his way through the debris to the toppled rack of clothes. Hopefully they’d find something to wear out of there so they could get home and begin round two. Maybe he’d make Skylar chase him through the forest.
    “Deal,” his mate agreed, scraping his fangs over Remy’s jugular. “You’d better run fast.”
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Micah
     
    His spine snapped straight and he shot a glance around the room. No one other than he and Rylan were in the pack library. Remy had set it up in the pack house so people could come and go as they pleased. This was also where they would hold the