MacRieve

FORTY-NINE

On into the early morning, long after the moon had set, Will still hadn’t gotten enough of Chloe, was stiffening inside her yet again.

But his lass’s lids were heavy. After their exertions, his young mate had inevitably grown sleepy. Not from sickness—from a well-earned need for rest.

“I’m signaling for a tee-oh.” Her voice was throaty from her screams of pleasure.

He’d been insatiable, taking her repeatedly, determined to satisfy her in every way. They’d both been so much stronger that at one point, he had indeed worried about Conall.

Their new home had proved as enduring as time.

“Perhaps when you reach my age, you will no’ peak so early.” He tucked her hair behind her wee ear, marveling at his female. Adorable and sexy, all at once. “I’ll grant you a reprieve. But know that it’s reluctant and verra temporary.”

“Good.” She was dreamily running the pads of her fingers over his chest.

He’d sought peace with her, and he’d found it. Will felt right with the world for the first time. He could recognize that feeling just by virtue of how long he’d felt wrong.

Chloe had given him this. He’d conquered and claimed. And, gods, so had she.

“I still can’t believe you kept your beast on the leash.”

He shrugged modestly, though he was damn proud of himself. “You’ll only see it on the night of the full moon, if that’s your wish.”

“Can it hear me?”

“Aye.” He let it stir. “Try now.”

She cupped his face, gazing into his eyes. “You were so good tonight. In one month’s time I’ll have the sweetest treats for you.”

Putting the beast to bed, Will said, “And what treats are those? A Lykae’s curiosity is a powerful thing.”

“I know,” she murmured with a coy grin, even as her lids were growing heavier. “You’ll have to wait to see, MacRieve.”

He curled a finger under her chin. “Will.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to call me Will.”

His name on her lips and a smile on her face, she fell asleep, with him still inside her.