Grace repeated the words and it was over.

The party went on into the very late hours of the night until Carla tucked Grace up into one of the spare bedrooms in the Pack house. Dave settled in a chair nearby. He’d decided to come to Boston with them to stay as her guard. Megan would be the new Enforcer of Cascadia.

Cade came in as the sun rose and woke Dave. Cade carried his sleeping mate to the car and they drove back to the condo. Tracy and her men had gone back to Portland and the place was all theirs. Dave took the place just across the hall and a full guard regiment passed from Templeton to them and were in place in the office downstairs and would be twenty-four hours a day. Monitors, movement sensitive alarms and sniper positions would guard them and keep them safe.

Epilogue

A year later

“Hurry up! She’s asleep and I’m so horny I’m going to die if you don’t touch me.”

Cade closed the door to Becca’s room and tossed his clothes as he approached his very beautiful and demanding wife.

“Naked and horny, my favorite combination.”

She laughed and opened her arms. And he went where he belonged.

Her hair had gotten longer and he freed it from the loose braid. It fell down around her face and shoulders like fine silk, her scent hitting him in a way only she had the power to.

He kissed her. Took her mouth, owned her, possessed her and feasted. Teeth and lips, tongue against hers as her gentleness made way for his ferocity. She gave him what he needed, her hands held his head, keeping him in the kiss until he was drunk with it.

She pushed and rolled him, straddling his body.

“I can’t wait. I don’t want to wait.”

“I wanted to go down on you,” he said in a growl.

“You can later, after.”

He let her have her way with him, watching the sweet line of her body as she reached around and grabbed his c**k and thrust herself down on it.

Sensation rushed through him, nearly blinding him as the tight, hot silk of her cunt gripped him.

“That never fails to feel so f**king good I think I may die.” He caressed up the curve of her hips, over the flat again belly, even just months after Becca’s birth. She’d joked about wanting to find a way to bottle werewolf metabolism and make a billion dollars. But he’d loved her body when she’d been heavy with their daughter as much as he loved it now.

He found her br**sts, marveling at their shape and sensitivity as he always did.

She made the sounds that drove him wild as she began to ride his cock, her nails slightly digging into his ribs as she held on.

He fell into their link, lazing through the heady pleasure they both felt. Even tired, he wanted her every moment. He wasn’t going to rush through now that they had the time alone.

She dragged it out, keeping her rhythm slow and steady.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Grace. You make every day worth living.”

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, cleared as she looked down into his face with a surprised, but pleased smile. “Cade, I love you. I don’t think I even had much of a life before you came into it.”

He slid a hand between them and found her clit, brushing his fingertip over it slowly, just a feather-light touch.

Her body tightened slowly as he drew closer and closer. When she came, he held back so he could watch the transformation of her features. “So gorgeous when you come around my cock.”

“Now you,” she gasped.

And after he came and had laid her down, he spent long minutes kissing her. Taking her lips and across her jaw. She arched and he took the invitation to kiss down her beautiful neck and over her collarbone, stopping to feast on the hollow of her throat. Her br**sts, the nipple and the enticing curve below beckoned as did each rib, the hollow of her belly, the rise of each hip bone—all drew his lips, all gave him a different taste of his wife, his woman.

He coaxed her with whispers and caresses and her thighs parted. Pressing his lips at the hollow behind each knee, he moved to her center, opened the folds of her pretty pink pu**y up and gazed. Feasted his eyes on the part of her that’d sheltered him half an hour before.

Long slow licks, he took her slow and with great care. He tasted every part of her cunt, the line of each curve and dip, loving her responses.

She came in a hot rush, and afterward, he simply rested with his head on her thigh as she sifted her fingers through his hair in that calming way only she had and he closed his eyes against the overwhelming goodness of that very moment. His wife in his bed, his child in the room next door and his people all thriving.