Her body was still trembling. She looked down at Wyatt. Her thighs chaffed from his stubble. His lips wet from licking her senseless. But all she could think about was him filling her. Being inside her. Joining them in some kind of magical shifter bliss.

She nodded. “I’m going to love it too. I want it. I want you, Wyatt.”

She didn’t care that they were in the woods and that someone could show up on the trail. If he didn’t fuck her now, she would stop breathing.

She reached forward, slipping her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. She shimmied them off his solid legs. He was built like an Olympic athlete. She was in awe of his incredible body.

And holy shit, his cock was thick and long. She stared at it, erect and hard for her.

He grinned a mischievous smile, leaning down over her. He kissed her breast, sucking hard on her nipple.

She ran her fingers over his head. “Ohh, I like it when you do that.” It sent little pulses to her core.

He kissed along her collarbone, stopping to nip and suck against her skin. “I meant what I said, Aly. I will protect you. I will love you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Now let me fuck you.”

She realized her knees were pressed shut. She had joined them, clamped them together maybe by instinct, maybe by accident. He was hovering over her, waiting for her to invite him in.

This was it. The moment that would join her with Wyatt forever. She wanted forever. She wanted to spend her life with someone. She had picked the wrong someone. Looking in Wyatt’s eyes, she knew this was the man. He was the one meant to sweep her off her feet. He was the one meant to give her the family she wanted. He was the one who would build a life with her in St. Claire.

“Aly?” he whispered.

She let one knee drift to the side and then the other. “Make me yours, Wyatt. Claim me.”

He dragged his lips over hers. “It’s been so long, I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled. “But I can smell you and taste you.”

She shook her head. “It’s been a long time for me too. I want to feel all of it. Don’t hold back. Please.”

He shifted so he was settled between her legs. She could feel the hardness of his shaft against her thigh.

“Will you let me take you the way my cock wants you?” he whispered in her ear.

She was so turned on by him, he could have asked to dangle her from a tree to have sex and she would have said yes.

“What does your cock want?”

“This.” His hands sank into her waist and he flipped her on her stomach. Before she could acclimate to the new position, he yanked her ass in the air.

“Wyatt, I’ve never…”

But he didn’t let her finish. His cock was nudged against her entrance and she felt an overwhelming searing sensation rush through her body. It was clawing at her, driving her, screaming at her to give herself over to his cock.

“Aly.” His hand ran over her back as her hips began to rock, coating her honey over his thick tip. “Just like that.”

She was grinding against the pressure of his erection, stretching only her opening. But it was enough to begin the sudden electric pulses in her core. She panted as she rocked harder. The full head of his cock slipped inside her and she groaned.

She couldn’t move anymore. It was too intense and consuming. His body was heavy on hers. She didn’t know how long he stayed locked against her entrance. Her fingers gripped the makeshift blanket of their discarded clothes as she tried not to buckle under the searing pain.

When she thought she couldn’t take the stretching anymore, she felt a bolt of steel slam into her. Wyatt’s hand tugged on one of her nipples while his other hand grabbed a fistful of hair. She screamed as he plunged into her center and then felt an overwhelming ray of bliss course through her.

“Ahh,” she moaned. The pain had turned to pleasure in an instant as Wyatt began to ride her from behind. It was glorious and exquisite how he would slide out of her, then thrust deep inside.

He gripped the soft flesh above her hips. “Fuck, Aly. I can’t slow down.”

“Don’t,” she urged. She was quickly building the throbbing heat that would send her into oblivion.

“You’re mine,” he roared into the forest.

“And you’re mine,” she cried as he pumped in and out.

She wanted to savor the feel of him, his heavy masculine scent, his strength and power as he consumed her body. She wanted to remember how he made her feel like the sexiest and most beautiful woman. But his climax was building and the harder she clenched around him, the quicker his possession of her became until he let out a roar that vibrated through her body.

With one final thrust he filled her with his hot essence. She gripped around his shaft as it pulsed inside her. It was a beautiful feeling as his magic rolled through her.

Wyatt collapsed on her back, quickly rolling on his side, dragging her to his chest. She sighed against the heat of their sweaty bodies. She felt completely content and sated.

“You ok?” He nuzzled in her neck.

“I loved it,” she whispered.

His hand tucked under her waist, and she felt the heaviness in her eyes. Her body hummed with something warm and peaceful. Every limb, ever muscle felt as if it were glowing.

The creek bubbled behind them.

“You’re cold.” Wyatt rubbed her arms.

“I can’t possibly be cold.”

“You have goosebumps. Come on.”

“I don’t want to leave.” The night was starting to fall. The first bits of a pink sunset peeped over the mountains. “I don’t want it to be over.”

Wyatt looked at the creek. “It’s warm in there.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Want to skinny dip with me?”

Aly laughed. “I’ve always wanted to, but I was too scared.”

“What about now?” He picked her up from the ground, stepping on one rock and then another.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t think I could be afraid of anything with you.”

He pressed his lips to hers. She felt him start to grow hard against her. Wyatt lowered them into the water. She gasped as the hot waves enveloped their skin. It felt like being in a large hot tub. She ran her hand through the water, dripping beads onto his shoulder. God, she loved his huge shoulders.

“Feels good,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

“You know you can put me down,” she said, her hands making circles against the smoothness of his firm chest.

“I could.” He dipped them lower in the water, so that it rushed over their shoulders. “Or I could do this.”

Her eyes flew to his as he adjusted her against his waist. She smiled and pulled her legs on either side of his torso.

“Your stamina is very impressive.” She smiled.

He nipped at her bottom lip. “I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

She sighed as she felt his cock sliding between her legs.

“Don’t let me stop you.” She fastened her hands to his shoulders. The hot water swirled between them.

Wyatt looked at her. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Ohh,” she moaned as she sank onto his hard shaft. The ripples of intensity exploded through her as she floated up and down on him.

They held onto each other, surrounded by heat, drowning in their desire for each other until their bodies consumed the other. Aly clutched at Wyatt and held him while they each shuddered under their release.

“Is this real?” she whispered.

He held her in his arms. “It is.”

She looked up as the last rays of pink hid behind the mountain. “We better get back to the inn. It’s getting dark.”

Wyatt laughed. “Scared of the dark?”

“I grew up hearing the stories about the ghosts and goblins out here.” She grinned at him. “Silly to think that now.”

“Yes.” He helped her from the spring and grabbed their clothes from the ground.

Aly shivered, trying to shake the water from her arms and legs before struggling to pull the sweater and jeans over her damp skin.

“I didn’t bring a flashlight or anything.” She looked for signs of the trail.

He threaded his fingers through hers. “Don’t worry. I can remember our way.” He got the look of sudden focus in his eyes as his lead her down the path.

She looked up at him. It was going to take getting used to. The love of her life would always be a soldier first.