Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,100
filled her, harder, deeper, with such pistonlike power her front legs collapsed and she went to her knees. Panic edged her conscious mind, a fear of this man she loved as his stronger body overpowered hers. His wolven cock suddenly swelled inside her and she knew this was the moment, this indescribable link when they tied and she accepted the mating bond.
They would be bound for all time.
For all time, Annie. You and me. For all time.
His voice calmed her as his thick knot filled her tight sheath and his thrusts slowed. She felt the steady, rhythmic pulse of his ejaculation, and something more. Something intrinsic to the Chanku mating as their minds found that perfect synchronicity and linked.
She didn’t remember falling, but she and Alex lay together, bodies tied, eyes half lidded, as she fell deeper and deeper into his mind. Like a movie in highest definition showing every detail, she saw his first shift when he was barely five and listened while he agreed with Lily that no, this was probably not something they should share with their parents. Then she experienced his first sexual explorations with Lily, two bright and precocious kids on the cusp of their teen years, touching and learning with the innocence of the young.
She’d expected jealousy, yet felt none. Instead she felt honored to learn this about two people she loved without reservation, knowing their love was as constant and strong now as it had been when they were children—the love of true friends who were also lovers, yet not fated to love as mates.
His life spilled into hers, and she felt her life flowing into Alex. She knew he recognized how she’d always been there, on the periphery of everything he did, a silent yet steadfast admirer of a young man still finding his way.
She felt his hesitation when he learned of those long, lonely years when she’d studied in England, traveling all over Europe, meeting people, learning languages and customs, and yet always alone. A pack animal without her pack.
And, within the power of the link, he knew those languages she spoke with ease. Accepted the impossible and knew it was the magic of their kind, that what she knew, he would know. What he had mastered, Annie would share in full.
But all of it wasn’t perfect. He saw how her visits home had grown farther apart. They’d been painful reminders that both she and Alex were growing older, both of them unmated, and yet the specter of his relationship with Lily was proof he would one day have his mate, and Annie was destined to go on alone.
Not anymore. Never alone again; never without Alex.
She had no idea how long they lay there in the dappled shadows. How long they shared memories, ideas, beliefs, and fears. Long after their bodies had relaxed and Alex had slipped free, they remained connected by their mating link. The bond was strong and true, and when Alex finally lifted his head and stared into Annie’s eyes, they shifted as one, lying there naked in the lush grass, mesmerized by the sharing that had changed each of them forever.
“You’re an amazing woman, Anne McClintock. A beautiful, intelligent, strong, amazing woman.” He rolled over on top of her, supported himself on his elbows, and looked into her eyes as if he saw her for the first time.
Maybe he did, because she knew she’d never seen Alex like this. She hadn’t understood the struggles he’d had finding his place within the pack. It wasn’t easy, the eldest son of the über-alpha’s second. So much expected of him at such a young age, when he’d only wanted to be a kid. And always the expectation that he and Lily would bond as mates, something they’d continued to deny. Then he’d grown and discovered he loved his work in research and development with Chanku Global Industries, but the job as pack liaison to the local sheriff’s department—originally designed more for public relations than an actual position—meant his career had been put on the back burner once the murders of the young women had been linked to both wolves and humans.
The deaths frustrated and angered him, and he took each one as a personal assault. The attack on Annie last night had just about put him over the top. Making love to her this morning had been the finest moment he’d ever known, at least until they mated, and he loved her so much it made her want to weep.