The ceiling was cast with stars, or that was just my body’s reaction to the pleasure Oliver pushed inside me with each pump of his glorious cock.

I gripped his shoulders, as he yanked my ass closer toward him. I looked in his eyes, feeling his animalistic power washing over me. I bit my lip, reeling from desire of epic proportions. Sex had never felt like this. I didn’t know it was possible.

“Oh, I love it. It’s so intense.” He rocked my world with each thrust.

“I need more. Fuck, Savi. I need more.”

I nodded. “Whatever you want. I’m yours,” I sighed. “I’m yours.”

He pulled out of me and before I knew what happened he had flipped me on my stomach. I panted, waiting for his next move. My legs were spread and I felt the heat of his solid shaft wedge between my center. My hips rose, eager to meet him. Eager to suck him back inside.

“Your ass is so damn sexy,” he growled.

I looked over my shoulder at him. He was the one who was so damn sexy. I clasped the sheet in my fist, needing something to ground me. Something to keep me on this earth when his cock thrust inside me again, sending me forward.

“Oh,” I cooed. “That. Do that again.” I grinned, loving the impact. Needing him to fill me like that every time. Pushing inside me so far there was no end to me. Only the two of us united.

“I can’t do this much longer, Savi,” he growled. He pushed inside again, pulling my hips toward him.

I tried to grind into his hips, pushing my hands into the mattress.

“When you do that, I’m going to lose it,” he warned.

But I couldn’t stop. The more I rocked back into him, the deeper and more intense it felt. His cock was so far inside me I was zinging from every nerve.

I bucked wildly, pushing in to him while he sank every bit of his length between my legs.

“Oh yes. Oh, fucking yes.” He spread my legs, widening every part of my entrance when I felt an electric sensation soar through me. I’d never been this vulnerable. This exposed. This loved.

He pushed into me until he had emptied his seed deep. He pumped a few last times before collapsing next to me.

He curled me to his chest, kissing my forehead.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

He traced the bite mark on my shoulder.

I nodded. “I feel amazing. Nothing hurts. How did you do that? My body has never actually been in that position before.” I knew I was blushing, but maybe he couldn’t see me in the dark room.

“I might have passed on a little shifter magic to you when I came.”

“Really?”

He kissed my cheek. “Really. As long as my magic is inside you, you will heal faster. You should feel pretty good.”

“I do. I feel incredible.” It was as if there was new energy in my blood. It was kind of funny to think it was from sex. From his essence. I had no idea anything like this was possible.

“Good. You deserve to feel good.” His eyes closed and I nuzzled in next to his chest.

He was so warm. His chest was like a solid wall protecting me. My eyes grew heavy and eventually I fell asleep wrapped in Oliver’s arms.

* * *

I could hear the birds outside the window. They chirped incessantly, but I loved it. I rose slowly, blinking at the sunlight streaming across the floor. My bed was empty.

“Oliver?” I called.

Had it been a dream? Did I hallucinate everything that happened last night? The wolf on my porch. The way Oliver had rushed to protect me. The most amazing and earth-shattering sex of my life.

I planted my feet on the floor and reached for my silk robe on the chair. My fingers immediately went to my neck. I smiled when I felt the small bumps from his fangs. It was real. It had happened.

I tied the belt in front of my navel and walked down the hall.

“Ollie?” I called his name again.

I descended the stairs. I grinned when I saw him in the kitchen. He had made coffee and was standing over the stove.

“Yeah, right. I know, but… just hold on, Clarence.” He winked at me.

It was hard not to giggle.

He was scrambling eggs in his jeans and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He might have hit an all-time high for sexy. After last night, I didn’t think that was possible. I sat at the table while he continued his phone call and stirred the eggs.

“Fine. All right. Thanks.”

He hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” I smiled. “Something important?”

“Just business. The usual.”

“I guess I don’t know what the usual is.”

He added the eggs to a plate with toast and presented it to me. “Hold on. I have coffee too.” He rushed to the counter and poured mugs for both of us.

“Thank you.”

He sat next to me. “I decided this morning I needed to make some things right.”

I took a bite of the eggs. They were delicious.

“Like what?”

“The ice rink for starters.”

My jaw dropped. “No. You don’t have to.”

He reached for my wrist. “I do. And it’s already done. The rink is completely yours.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

“The bank took it back with no plan, which is just bad business. I was on the phone with Clarence. He has been instructed to make sure you are the owner of the rink. I have paid for it so you don’t have to worry about anything other than skating again.”

“There is no skating again. I told you.”

“I think I’m glad you didn’t walk down when I was on the first phone call.”

I had no idea where he was going. “What was that?” I asked.

“I’m going to make sure you skate again, Savi. I’m flying a specialist in from the east coast. He’s the best in the world.”

“No, Ollie. It’s not possible. I did the rehab. I healed and I don’t have the strength in my knee. You can’t fix that with a specialist.”

“Yes I can. And I will.”

“I know you’re trying to help. It’s sweet. It really is, but there are some things that can’t be fixed no matter how badly you want them.”

He threaded his fingers through mine. “I think you’re forgetting you’ve got a little shifter in you now.”

“I thought you said that the magic was temporary.” It was hard not to feel the blood pump through my veins a little faster just thinking about that conversation. I’d never let a man come inside me like that.

“What if you had a lot of it?” He raised his eyebrows.

My core fluttered.

“You think you can heal me with sex?” I whispered.

“I want to try. Let me love you every day. Fill you. Be inside you.” His hand traveled to my thigh.

I nodded slowly as he tugged on the tie of my robe. The fabric fell away from my breasts. The tie coiled on the floor.

Oliver stood, wiping the table clear. The dishes crashed. But I didn’t care. He lifted me to the center of the table. His hands coasted over my body, stopping to tease my breasts before dipping between my legs.

I couldn’t look away. His hungry gaze held me.

I watched as he stepped out of his jeans. He pulled me toward him and in seconds he was deep inside me, rocking my hips with powerful thrusts.

I’d never had sex on the kitchen table. I’d never had sex on any kind of a table. But there was something to this angle. Oliver could slide in and out of me, while his hands roamed freely over my body.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

He pushed inside again and I saw the gleam in his eyes. He was on the edge. Knowing that my body could do this to him pushed me over the edge too. My core clenched and quivered until I was writhing in ecstasy.

He thrust, gripping my thighs. Pushing his thick cock home. I arched my back, accepting it. Accepting him. Accepting everything he wanted to give me.

Oliver exhaled as his release slowed. It was followed by a sexy grin.

He leaned down to kiss me.

“Just like that every day, baby.”

I nodded. I didn’t care if I ever skated again. As long as I had this with Oliver, it didn’t matter. It was worth a try.

“Every day,” I answered.