She’ll be doing this with Grayson soon. He’ll be inside her.

I hold her tighter, tempted to keep flying, to get her to the Underealm and into my bed where I can assuage the heat like last time, but it’ll be a temporary fix.

It won’t solve anything.

This has to happen to keep her safe from the adverse effects of the heat. I can’t let my feelings get in the way. My soul is bound to hers, and her pain is my pain. I crack my shields, and a desire so potent it’s excruciating slams into me. My wings lose their rhythm, and I drop several feet before slamming my shields down and regaining my equilibrium.

“What the fuck?” Mal swoops down to join us, and we rise together. “Azazel?”

“I’m fine.” But I’m not, because she’s not.

Any doubts I have melt away beneath the fresh conviction that Grayson is what’s best for Fee in the Loup world. There’s a greatness in my soulmate, and what we’ve seen so far is only the tip of the iceberg. She’s a survivor. A born leader. An alpha. I can’t deny her the opportunity to pursue her destiny, even if part of it is in the Loup world. I swoop down, letting go of my angst and reservations, ready to deliver the most precious cargo.

Ready to welcome Grayson into our family.

Chapter Eleven

Grayson

Fee moans in the passenger seat of the van. She hasn’t spoken a coherent word since Azazel peeled her off him and clipped her into the van. Her body heat is off the charts, and it’s got my temperature rising. Her need is a sizzle across my skin, and the only thing that can assuage it is feeling her naked form against mine.

I hold the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip and focus on Dean’s words.

“You won’t make it back to Necro before the storm hits,” he says through my hands-free setup.

“I have to try.” The snow is already falling but in soft flurries. Maybe we can outrun it. Maybe it’s localized? “Get to the cabin and dispose of the bodies. You can ride out the storm there.”

“Copy that,” Dean says. “Cora filled me in on what happened with Hunter. Grayson…Larson was the one who attacked them. He’s been using Hunter’s name as a front. Your brother was supposed to be the scapegoat.”

“Larson got away?”

“No, Jasper killed him.”

So, Hunter’s not the mastermind. Good to know. “It doesn’t excuse what Hunter did to Fee.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Call Eldrick, fill him in. Tell him his daughter’s safe. I’ll see you back at base.” I end the call, conflict swirling inside me. Hunter’s not the bad guy, but he took Fee by force. He took the woman I lo—

Whoa.

Fuck.

I glance at Fee, my cock hardening as she arches and strains against the seat belt. Her nipples are hard nubs poking at the fabric of her T-shirt. Fucking hell, how am I going to make it two hours before I can sink my cock into her.

Focus on the fucking road, you degenerate, and watch the drool. I lick my lips, throat bobbing, and reach down to adjust my cock through the denim.

The snowstorm is thickening. Dammit, I can’t see the road.

I swerve off the track and park up but keep the heater running, not that we need it. Fee’s generating enough heat to keep the ice at bay. Still, a frozen engine is worth shit.

The wind batters the van, and the snow is a white-out beyond the windows.

I hit speed dial, and Dean picks up almost immediately. “I’m not gonna make it. I’ve parked up. I’m stuck.”

“There’s a picnic blanket in the back of the van,” Dean says.

“Dean…”

“She won’t last much longer, and you know it. You need to mate with her now.”

Fuck. I wanted our first time to be in a bed. I wanted it to be special, not in the back of a fucking van. Yeah, the initial rut will be quick, but afterward…afterward was supposed to be slow and special. Wine and chocolates and a hot bath where I could soap her up. Oh, fuck.

“I cleaned it out a couple of days ago,” Dean continues.

Fee cries out. “Please.”

“I got to go.”

“We’ll find you and dig you out as soon as the storm’s over,” he says, and then he hangs up.

I unclip my belt and reach across Fee to unclip hers. My body reacts like an inferno to oxygen at her proximity. My Loup fills me, sharpening my vision and tearing a growl from my throat. Fee reacts instantly, climbing over the gear stick and crawling into my lap. Her eyes are hooded slits, her breath shallow, and then her mouth is on mine, kissing me tongue-deep, sucking and biting. I lose my fucking shit. I’m no longer in the driver’s seat, the wolf is, and it wants to rut.

We tear at each other’s clothes, the rip of seams and the rasp of fabric followed by silken skin. I’m all over her, my mouth on her breasts, licking and drawing her sweet hard nipples deep, so she throws back her head and rocks against my cock. Her pussy is a hot brand through the fabric of my jeans, and my cock strains painfully, wanting out of the denim and into her wet heat.

“Grayson, fuck me. Now,” she demands.

Beautiful words that propel me into action. I shove back her seat and practically drag her into the back of the van. There’s a wicker basket in the corner, and I tear that open and pull out the blanket. I barely have it spread out when Fee is on top of me, hugging my back, sucking on my earlobe, tongue probing, body rubbing up against me so I can feel her hot breasts and hard nipples on my back.

I flip her so she’s on the blanket beneath me, and pin her hands above her head with one of my own just to keep her still while I free my cock.

Fee thrusts her hips up, panting and sobbing for me to enter her. My mind is a blur as I take off her jeans and rip her panties out of the way.

“Grayson, fuck, it hurts, please make it stop. Please.”

She’s wet and glistening and ready. Her scent hits me, and my Loup takes over. I grab her thighs and open her wide while she makes the craziest fucking sounds that have my cock jumping. The head of my erection kisses her entrance, and I draw a sharp breath at the contact before sinking into her hard and fast. Blood pounds in my head and primal lust takes over as I pound into her over and over again. She’s a silken sheath of muscle hugging me and pulling me deeper and deeper. I’m lost to sensation, balls so tight I know I’m about to blow, and then she comes around me, body bucking with the violence of the orgasm. Her cry is a guttural sound that pushes me over the edge.

I come so hard my head feels like it’s about to fucking explode, hips slamming into her, balls slapping against her ass as my seed shoots deep into her. She digs her nails into my ass cheeks, milking me, thrusting with me. She’s lust and primal need, and she’s mine.

Her movements begin to slow, her hips undulating, and a tingle begins to spread through me. It’s in my blood, no, it’s in my soul. It infuses my Loup and fills me, spiraling up and coalescing at the base of my neck. Fuck, oh, fuck. Something is about to happen. Something wondrous and perfect.

The explosion is fireworks in my mind. The creation of something new. Something preternatural and ancient.

“Grayson, can you feel it?”

I look down at the stars in Fee’s eyes. I look down, and I see the cosmos looking back at me, and I’m falling. I’m fucking falling.

Fee

I’m falling, spiraling.

It’s freedom and connection and bliss.

I see the moon, lunarific and bright, and I’m one with it. I hear Grayson’s howl. It fills my heart and my soul. He’s with me, joined to me.

My mate.

I lock gazes with his husky eyes, and he gives me a wolfy grin, and then we’re running, frolicking through the moonlit forest. This place is made for us. Made by us. Joy blooms in my chest, potent and pure.

This is how it’s meant to be.

This is the definition of happiness. Of completeness. Grayson nips playfully at me and then pounces. We roll in the soft grass and then he’s on top of me. We pant, grinning at each other. His eyes darken, and he licks me. My stomach flips, and a low rumble vibrates my ribcage. I want him again. Here and now. I want us to mate as Loup.

A distant mournful howl has his head jerking up. He’s off me, chin up, listening. The howl comes again, and I know instinctively that this is wrong. There shouldn’t be another Loup here. This is our place, and yet when the howl comes again, I can’t help but run toward it.

I weave through trees and leap over logs with Grayson at my back, then by my side. We burst into another clearing taken up by a serene lake glistening with moonlight. An obsidian wolf sits with his back to us, head tipped back as the final notes of his lament drift up into the air.

I can’t breathe. I can’t move, because I know who this is even before he turns and fixes his golden eyes on me.

Hunter.

I slam back into my body, Grayson still hot and hard inside me. His eyes are wide with shock, his heart beating just as fast as mine.

“What the fuck?” we both say in unison.

Chapter Twelve

Fee

“Grayson?” The heat was still there, simmering between us, but it was no longer all-encompassing. This was my body wanting him. This was me still pulsing around him.

“No,” Grayson said. “Not now. We’ll worry about it after. I won’t let him ruin this.” He kissed me, rolling his hips against mine, and I groaned into his mouth, sinking my fingers into his golden hair. I began to move with him, but he grabbed my hips to halt me so he could pull out.

“No.” I couldn’t help but cry out at the loss. “Grayson?”

He chuckled low and sexy.

“Roll onto your front and get on your knees, legs wide. I want to fuck you from behind.”

I got into position, ass up, body tight with need, clit pulsing hungrily.

He grabbed my hips and entered me slowly, inch by inch. It was sweet fucking torment, and it took everything I had not to back my ass up against him to force him to hurry and fill me. And then he was flush against me, cock pulsing deep against that elusive spot that once found could blow my mind.