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touch, she screamed, yelling his name as she sank her claws into his skin. The scent of his blood hit the air and his animal barked with joy. Her nostrils flared and he knew the moment she caught the aroma as well. More fur covered her, the golden hue sliding over her skin, and her teeth lengthened further.
    They would push into him. Soon.
    “Come for me, mate.”
    “Declan,” she whimpered and arched her back, baring her neck in the same move. “Please.”
    The clench and release of her pussy sped, increasing in strength and frequency. He knew it was there, her orgasm balancing on the edge.
    His body responded in kind, balls drawing up tightly and his cock begging for release.
    Another two pumps of his hips followed by a single, bone-jarring thrust was all he needed, all she needed.
    With those rapid actions, she howled for him, the sound pure wolf. His animal did the same, but before they came down from the pleasure-filled high of their shared orgasm, he struck.
    He lowered his head in a lightning fast move, spreading his jaws and then closing them on her shoulder. Brenna’s sweet, delicious blood flowed over his tongue as his saliva and DNA tied to hers. The howl that’d slowly waned built anew, tearing from her throat.
    With a snarl, the sound ceased and then searing pain enveloped his shoulder. It burned him, setting fire to his blood, and it was that agony that sent him over the edge.
    His cock pulsed within her as his cum filled her slick passage. The bliss of her bite and blood filled him just as he filled her, body and soul. The sensations went on and on, never waning or slowing until he became a ball of sensitive fur and skin.
    With her first whimper, he eased his ministrations, the wolf quick to care for their new mate. The animal withdrew, Declan’s teeth returning to a human’s shape while fur retreated and fingers reformed. With the retraction of his fangs, he released his grip on her flesh. He got to work cleaning the wound, laving it with his tongue. He alternated between savoring her blood and cursing himself for the pain he’d caused.
    He didn’t regret it, though.
    Brenna tightened her grip on his shoulder a bare moment before she too opened her jaws. He throbbed in pleasure and pain, savoring this moment of contentment despite the ache of claiming.
    His. His. His.
    Forever.
    Brenna gave him the same treatment, lapping at his shoulder, and arousal blossomed again, his cock aching with the need to harden and take her.
    His dick was a dumbass. He had to see to Brenna’s comfort first.
    Then he could take her again.
    His shaft softened fully, allowing him to gently slide from his moist sheath. He ignored her whimper, doubly ignoring it when his wolf urged him to make her happy and fuck her again already.
    Between his dick and his wolf, he was gonna go crazy.
    Slowly, he gathered Brenna into his arms and rolled them, switching places so he lay against the mattress while she blanketed him with her bloody, sated body. She was a soft blanket, a comfort he hadn’t realized he’d missed over the years. He had her now, his mate, his everything, and he’d never let her go.
    She would remain in his arms until death took them. Even then, he’d chase her through heaven just to hold her again.
    Mine.

Chapter Six
     
    Brenna was over the “mine, gotta hold you all night, damn he’s like a heating blanket” thing. A girl had to pee and eat. Not necessarily in that order because hunger was winning at the moment.
    Brenna eased from Declan’s bed, inching from beneath him, worming from his hold, and sliding over the edge until she thumped to the ground. She immediately popped up, peering over the side of the mattress like a prairie dog looking for danger. Well, a wolf–prairie dog hybrid.
    That thought had her wondering if there really were prairie dog shifters and if there were, how big would they be. And…
    She shook her head. Weird shifter ponderings could come later. Like, after a visit to the little