Page 91 of Shifter's Homecoming

She nodded and they strolled that way, hand in hand. The night was cooling off, the air smelled crisp, and the forest pressed in on them from both sides of the lawn in the most delicious way.

Trent was home, he was with his mate, and life was good.

Behind the house, he pointed out all the cabins to her and told her who lived in which ones… until they came to the very end of the row.

There was a brand-new building there, a double-wide cabin that had not existed when Trent had left to hunt down the beast. It sat facing the farmhouse with one full unit to the left, and another to the right, connected by a kind of dayroom in between.

Somehow, in only a few days, Trevor had made him and Troy a place to live together, with their mates. Trent could only smile up to the sky. He and Rowan fell into step with Troy and Reed. Troy and Reed headed to the cabin on the left, and Trent and Rowan headed to the cabin on the right.

The door was unlocked. Trent pulled his mate into the dark room, barely noting the shapes inside. There was a couch, some other furniture, a hallway leading to the back. Perfect. He closed the door behind them, and pressed her up against a wall.

“Nice place,” she said, not looking at anything but him, pulling her too-big shirt up over her head and arching her back for his touch.

Trent complied immediately. He put his hands on his mate, all over his mate. He kissed a trail up and down her chest and her breasts and her neck, consumed with the need to be inside her. He pulled her to the couch and covered her body with his. He stripped off her pants, then stripped himself down to bare skin as well. They didn’t speak, they did not need to. They touched instead. They kissed instead. They gave each other pleasure, instead.

Trent had so many things he wanted to try, so many pleasures that had been denied him for so long, and eventually he would experience them all. For now, though, he would only make sweet, tender love to his mate. He would pour out his heart to her through his touch. He would make her understand just how perfect she was, and just how lucky he was.

Some door somewhere opened and Troy barged into the room, heading straight for the kitchen. “Trent, do you have any whipped cream?” he yelled to the house in general. Trent ignored him. He found a blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it over himself and his mate. Rowan giggled underneath him.

“Got it,” Troy yelled, then barged right back out the door.

“We’ll get a lock for that door,” Trent growled to his mate.

“Maybe just for the bedroom,” she whispered back to him. “I like Troy.” After a moment she quietly added, “And I love his brother.”

Trent captured his mate’s lips in a kiss. Love. A Mate. Sex. A new home and a new life as a man. The chance to have young.

Happiness had finally found him.

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