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  His beautiful and powerful body moves above me. His sharply defined muscles flex and jump under his skin as he drives into me again and again. I can sense each swell of bliss he feels alongside my own as he pounds into this perfect spot inside me that I never knew existed. It sends rising electric currents of pleasure coursing through me with every deep and glorious thrust.

  All the while, his silver gaze never leaves mine. The unbelievable connection between us grows exponentially more intimate with the eye contact. I see him, and I feel him, in a basic and gut level way that I've never felt with anyone before. And though I should fear it, it only comforts me and makes me feel safe.

  The mutual exchange of our pleasure and emotions has yet another release building quickly inside me. It bursts free in short order, bowing our backs with the force of it as we both cry out in ecstasy. He does it again and again and again, sending us both flying together each time until his own release barrels through him. His pace falters, and I feel all of it as it sweeps through him and into me in a sudden and violent wave that has him roaring in pleasure as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. The force of it sends me flying again too, and the euphoria is so intensely profound that I teeter on the edge of unconsciousness. When it finally ebbs, I go limp beneath him, barely able to string a thought together or catch my breath.

  "Emmett," I whimper softly between ragged gasps for air.

  He pushes my legs down to wrap them around his waist and settles his pelvis against me. His hard and sweat slicked body slumps forward to cover mine, his forearms bracketing my head to support his weight above me as his cock begins to soften inside me. His breaths rasp in and out like a bellows as he lowers his face until his mouth hovers over mine.

  "Raven," he moans my name against my lips in a dazed and almost reverent tone before he kisses me slowly and sweetly.

  I feel his pleasure intensify again, but this time an undercurrent of something that has nothing to do with sex begins to color it. Something bright and wondrous, and laced with warm affection toward me that's undeniably real. I feel wanted and cherished and...loved. A similar warmth toward Emmett rises up inside me, and I sigh with happiness as I realize that I love him too. I can't deny what I feel, even if it makes no sense.

  He lifts his face and meets my eyes again, this time the silver replaced by ice-blue. His fingers gently tangle in my hair, and he smiles down at me with soft affection. I smile back at him with equal sentiment as I latch my fingers in the hair at the back of his head. Neither of us needs to say a word because we can both feel everything that the other does in this moment.

  We kiss again, and it heats and turns more passionate as we ride the storm of emotions flowing between us. When it morphs into lust, I can feel Emmett quickly hardening again inside me. I gasp in surprise at the unexpected sensation, then moan unconsciously from the growing thickness filling me up so deeply and exquisitely. He grins against my lips at my reaction just before he breaks the kiss.

  "H...how?" I ask incredulously at his inhuman recovery time, and his eyes gleam wickedly above me.

  "I'm a werewolf, baby," he rasps out in a low sensual voice. "I can fuck you and make love to you all damn day and never falter, and that's a fucking promise."

  My smile turns impish at his words and the sincerity behind them that ripples into me through our connection. "Then do it," I taunt him eagerly.

  Desire flashes silver in his eyes as he begins to move his hips against mine in a slow sensuous rhythm that steals all words and thoughts away. Then he kisses me fiercely and deliciously, before proceeding to do exactly what he promised.

  18

  EMMETT

  Raven sleeps deeply in my arms, draped across my body with our legs tangled together on my bed. The sheet and comforter long since kicked off the mattress and onto the floor. She's exhausted since we've been going at each other off and on for hours like two addicts on a bender. Unfortunately, my hardening cock has other ideas that I plan to ignore...for now. I know her body has to be sore, and she needs a break from my attentions. She's only human after all, and I don't ever want to hurt her.

  Her head rests on my shoulder with her soft breaths feathering across my skin. Peaceful contentment radiates out from her and into me through our emotional connection. The same emotional connection that let me experience every orgasm I've given her today in brilliant Technicolor right along with her. All I can say, is that I hope every woman alive knows just how lucky they are to be able to have multiple orgasms. It was fucking incredible feeling it through Raven. I had the best sex of my goddamn life today, and I couldn't wait to have more with her.

  I glance down at Raven, and her black chin-length hair is a wild mess on her gorgeous head. Her full kissable lips are still florid and plumped from our last vigorous round of sex. I can see several of the multiple love bites I gave her, the reddened marks in vivid contrast to her creamy ivory skin. I smile, loving those carnal possessive marks that I left all over her body in the heat of passion. I'm never more animalistic than when I'm fucking. I breathe in the intoxicating scent of Raven and sex, then sigh contentedly. Both the man and the wolf in me are finally at peace and on the same page since the first moment that I saw Raven. I hug her warm naked body closer to mine, seriously entertaining the idea of never letting her out of this bed or my arms ever again.

  A long pathetic whine suddenly draws my attention away from Raven to the edge of the mattress next to me. Pale blue eyes, framed by furry pricked ears and a wet black nose, greet me. Luna gives me intense eye contact as she throws her front paws up onto the bed and whines again as she noses at my elbow. She jumps down onto four feet again and darts over to the stairs. Then she pauses at the top to stare back at me meaningfully with her tail wagging vigorously.

  Damn, she needs to go out, and I sure as hell don't want her pissing or taking a shit on my hardwood floor. I forgot she was even here, and I hope she didn't destroy anything downstairs while Raven and I were otherwise occupied. I groan and reluctantly extricate myself from Raven, the connection between us fading with the lack physical of contact. She grumbles unhappily in her sleep and curls into a ball without my furnace of a body next to her anymore. I grab the sheet and comforter off the floor and pull it up over her luscious little body. She mumbles and snuggles deeper into the blankets, adorably nuzzling her face into my pillow.

  I smile softly and reach out to brush some stray hairs from her face with gentle fingers. I close my eyes and breathe in her sweet scent again. A rush of warm affection for her fills me up, and she lets out a contented sigh in reaction. I sense the soft echo of similar emotions trickle into my heart from Raven before she finally settles back into a deep sleep. Mine, the wolf whispers possessively in my head, and the man couldn't agree more.

  I turn and head for the stairs and an even more frantic Luna, who's already halfway down the steps. I follow her down and grin when I survey the discarded clothes Raven and I left strewn all over the floor of my small living area. I grab my shorts out of the mess and pull them on as Luna whines impatiently and dances around me. I'm still grinning like an idiot, distracted by images and memories of Raven and me touching and moving against each other, when I open my front door. I find a man I don't recognize standing there. He looks just as startled as I do with a hand raised to knock on the door.

  The guy looks to be in his early to mid forties with graying dark hair and shrewd dark eyes clouded with wary suspicion. He's several inches shorter than me and leanly muscular, dressed in dark jeans, and a plain white T-shirt under an open button-down shirt. Tattoos snake out from under his rolled-up cuffs and cover both his tanned forearms. His demeanor is one of quiet strength and calm determination. He ignores Luna, who's excitedly jumping up on him, and eyes me up and down assessingly for a long measured moment. Finally, one brow arches dubiously at my attire (or lack thereof) and my hair, which is surely a sex-tousled mess sticking out all over my head. I'm really past due for a haircut.

  "Can I help you?" I ask him in a cli
pped tone, ready to hasten this guy out of here. I have better things to do today, like my mate.

  "I'm here for my daughter," he replies gruffly as he crosses his arms with narrowed and disapproving eyes.

  Son of a bitch. It's Raven's father, and she's currently lying naked in my bed in my cabin that reeks of sex to my heightened sense of smell. I just hope it's not strong enough for a human to pick up on, or I'm even more screwed.

  "Raven hasn't been answering her phone for hours," he adds in an accusing tone, "and I've been worried about her." He cocks his head and jerks a thumb toward the driveway behind him. "Her truck is here, so I'm assuming she is too."

  "Uh...um..." I run a hand nervously through my already jacked up hair, unsure what to say as awkward tension fills the room. I decide to go with the truth. "She's asleep upstairs in my-" His expression darkens into a scowl at my words. I cut myself off before I say the word "bed" and put another nail in my coffin. "I'll...um...I'll just go get her."

  I spin, not even bothering to invite him in, and stride toward the stairs. I once again notice Raven's discarded clothing all over the floor. I stoop to snatch them up, feeling his eyes boring into my back as he watches me, then hurry upstairs without looking at him again.

  When I step onto the loft, I hurry over to Raven and whisper her name as I touch her bare shoulder. My anxiety flows into her through our touch, and her eyes flutter open with a gasp. She abruptly sits up, and the blankets slip down to her waist. I try like hell not to ogle her bare breasts. Now is definitely not the time for that.

  "What's...what's wrong?" she asks in a sleep roughened voice as she struggles to focus on my face. I can feel her worry and concern.

  "Your dad is here," I whisper anxiously.

  "What?" she blurts out in a panicked voice as her eyes widen. She yanks the sheet up to her chin and gawks all around as if expecting to see him in my room.

  "He's downstairs," I tell her as I shove her clothes at her.

  She takes them with a grateful expression, climbs out of the bed, and starts hurriedly getting dressed.

  "What time is it?" she asks while slipping her bra and panties back on.

  I glance at my alarm clock and am surprised to find that it's pushing four o'clock in the afternoon. Damn, we really did lose track of time today. She follows my gaze and gasps when she sees the time for herself.

  "Holy crap," she murmurs incredulously.

  "Yeah," I reply with a grimace as I cross the room to my dresser.

  She frowns. "But I told him where I was going to be."

  "He says he's been calling you for hours," I tell her as I pull a T-shirt out of a drawer and slip it on.

  "Oh shit," she says with a deep frown. "I left my phone in my purse in the truck." She sighs deeply as guilt colors her features. "No wonder he came looking for me here."

  I'm glad her father cares enough to worry and come check on her, but I really wasn't ready to have this end yet today. I wanted her in my arms for a while longer. I gaze longingly at her ass as she pulls her jeans up her hips, and instant arousal starts sending blood straight down south to my dick. I need to get a grip. My mate's father is downstairs, and I can't afford to worsen the bad impression I've already given the man.

  Raven turns to face me as she slips her T-shirt over her head, and I fixate on her breasts for a beat before she covers them. I long to rip the damn shirt right back off again, along with the rest of her clothes that block my access to her perfect body. She stills, and I glance up at her face to see her staring hungrily at my groin. I look down. Shit, my cock is hard as fuck now, and my thin athletic shorts hide almost nothing. I squeeze my eyes shut and do my damnedest to will it away. When I open my eyes again, Raven is smirking at me with an impish glint in her eyes.

  "Having a problem?" she asks flirtatiously.

  I can't help grinning at her. The last few hours we spent connected emotionally solidified the fact that what I feel for Raven is so much more than just physical. It's fast forwarded us to a level of intimacy and trust unheard of for two people who've only known each other for a handful of days. I feel closer to her than I've ever felt to another person in my entire life. When I look at her, I see my future, and I want to keep her forever. She soothes and pacifies the beast in me. She excites and rouses the man. I step closer and press a hand to her warm cheek, and my smile softens as she leans into my touch. I can feel how much pleasure she derives just from my touch alone. My heart swells with affection for her, and I can't contain it.

  "God, I love you," I whisper aloud without meaning to do it, then immediately cringe.

  Her eyes widen as she meets mine. I brace to actually feel the fear and rejection from her that she directed at me the last time I blurted out those words. But this time, they don't come.

  "I...I love you too," she whispers back almost inaudibly, but I have no trouble hearing.

  I can feel the truth of her declaration as her love flows into me through our bond. Even though I can feel how much it still freaks her out, she willingly lays herself open to me. It means everything.

  I pull her into my arms and cradle her cheek against my pounding heart. I press my lips to the top of her head and just bask in this woman's affection. I let it sink into my bones and strengthen my soul for a long moment before I pull away. I wordlessly take her hand as we share a smile, then head downstairs together.

  Raven's father is standing near my dark leather sofa, surveying my small living area and connected kitchen. My decor is minimal and rustic with lots of wood and masculine earth tones. It's definitely a bachelor pad, and he doesn't appear to be impressed, if his frown is any indication. He turns toward the stairs as we descend them. His frown deepens into a scowl as he focuses on our clasped hands.

  His hard gaze rises to fix on me, and his button-down gapes open enough to reveal the pistol holstered at his hip. I'm not surprised to see it. I smelled gun oil on him almost immediately after I opened the front door, besides the fact that I know he's a cop. However, his overt display does little to intimidate me. Guns hold almost no threat to me beyond the brief pain and inconvenience of being shot before the wound quickly heals.

  I meet his glare confidently. Then I fearlessly hold it as we approach him, letting just enough of the wolf out to add power and purpose to my gaze. I may not be the future Alpha, but I can throw dominance around when I feel the need. I'm not a fucking pushover for anyone. A moment later, his expression turns dismissive. I take it as a victory as he turns his attention to his daughter. He studies her closely, and his eyes darken when he notices the bite marks I left on her neck. Fuck. I defiled the man's daughter, and now he can see the proof. My hope for a good impression is dwindling even more.

  "Tell me you two were both safe about it at least," he says unabashedly as he arches a brow and looks disapprovingly back and forth between us. But let's be honest, most of it is directed at me.

  I glance at Raven and see her cheeks redden as I feel her guilt and embarrassment grow through our connection. I squeeze her fingers comfortingly and tug her closer to my side.

  After the second time we fucked this morning, she panicked when she realized we didn't use any condoms. I quickly explained to her that as a werewolf, I couldn't catch or pass on any disease, let alone an STD. Then I reassured her that I don't have magic super-sperm that could work against her birth control like she suggested next. Though to be honest, I wouldn't care one damn bit if she got pregnant since she's my mate. In fact, the very idea pleases the wolf and has him clamoring to do just that, and the sooner the better. Like that wouldn't push me even further from her father's good graces. No, I need to gain this man's trust, not get myself shot by him.

  "I'm Emmett Weylin, sir," I say politely as I reach a hand out to him. "I care about your daughter, and I promise I wouldn't do anything to hurt her in any way." I figure that was a pretty good non-answer that would placate him.

  He presses his lips together grimly and ignores my outstretched hand. "Well, considering she's been
upset and moping around since your date on Saturday, I'm not inclined to believe you."

  "Dad," Raven says defensively. "It was just a misunderstanding, and we straightened it out today." She puts an arm around my waist, and I curl mine around her shoulders, pleased that she's defending me as I tuck her against my side. "We're together now."

  Her father's face is a mask of wary skepticism for a long moment as he eyes our close proximity to each other. Finally, his expression softens a little, and he steps forward to shake my hand.

  "I'm Brandon Cade," he says as he grips me with a firm calloused hand. "It's good to meet you." His grudging undertone is unmistakable as he squeezes my palm tightly with an obvious edge of threat.

  I don't respond in kind since I could literally crush his hand if I felt the need. I don't want to start a pissing match with my mate's father the first time I meet him. I already made a bad enough first impression as it is.

  Raven frowns at her dad as he continues to fix his narrowed gaze on mine. I struggle to remain passive and unaffected as the wolf in me clamors for me to exert my formidable will and dominance against this perceived threat. After all, he's not a werewolf and this is his daughter he's being protective over. I'd act the same way if it was any one of my siblings, and my sisters in particular.

  We're at an impasse when Brandon ends the handshake with a satisfied nod. Apparently, I passed whatever test this was supposed to be. Kudos to me and the impulse control I've learned over the last five years. He turns his attention to Raven.

  "I'm still planning on making dinner for you tonight, baby girl," he tells her. "I'd really like to spend a little quality time with you before I go to work." His not so subtle emphasis on the word "you" means I'm not invited.

  Something also tells me this quality time will include an interrogation about me, but I know I can trust Raven to protect my secrets. I can feel it, and it's yet another benefit of our emotional bond.