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Grasping his right hand, I brought it where I wanted it. “Do it. I’ll be able to feel it.”

“Okay.” His fingers curved under mine. “But I can’t wait either.” Lifting his hips, he let his body drop to be speared by my cock. I growled, grumbled, and made noises I couldn’t describe, freeing my fingers from his to clamp both hands on his hips. As his hand jerked between us, I picked up his rhythm, moving faster and faster as he did.

He was tighter than I’d expected, if I had expected anything at all. But he showed no signs of my hurting him. Just whimpers and urgent pleas for “more” and “faster,” that went straight to my head. He flung his head back and howled. A noise more wolflike than human as he spurted his cum onto our bodies.

Standing, I turned around and laid him on the edge of the bed, driving deeper and faster, my heart rate climbing until I couldn’t even think straight, if I had been at all. I emptied my balls into my omega with a grunt and lay over him, braced on forearms, knot swelling in his hot, tight hole.

While we were bound together, I dipped my head and sank my fangs into his skin, piercing his throat and filling my mouth with hot, sweet blood.

He called out, gripped my head, and tried to keep me there, but I couldn’t without causing harm. Easing back, I licked the wound closed and gazed down at my mate. Marked. Mine. A lonely hacker like me had been granted this incredible male as my partner in life and beyond. Gratitude swelled my throat nearly closed as I rolled to the side, bringing him with me.

We woke again and again to make love, napping past sunrise and into the new day. Only dehydration drove me to the kitchen for water before grasping him close again.

Chapter Eighteen

Malone

By the time we came up for air, it was late in the afternoon. Riglan tightened his hold on me as I attempted to squirm free.

“Don’t go,” he murmured into my ear. This man who I once thought was callous was now a doting sweetheart. Maybe he was just waiting for the right person to be soft with.

“I need a shower, Rig. I’m sticky in all kinds of places.”

He chuckled low and deep, placing his mouth over the new mark on my shoulder. The branding that made me his. It tingled and made me want to do anything but get out of his bed. But as I scissored my legs in need, the aforementioned stickiness screamed for my attention.

Good stickiness but still.

“Do you want company?”

“Give me five minutes to myself and then I’d love for you to join me. I have some things to get straight in my head.”

That made him sit up straight. “Did I hurt you? Are you freaked out by the ferret thing?”

“Hey,” I said, kissing his chin. “I’m okay. And I am not freaked out. My human mind has a lot to catch up on. That’s all. Nothing bad, and yeah, I’m sore but in the best way possible. Okay?”

He nodded. “Five minutes.”

I darted into the shower where the hot water came instantly. I washed myself up and then took a few moments under the spray to work through everything that had happened. I was the omega mate of a ferret shifter. A very hot and talented and genius ferret shifter alpha.

One night really could change the course of your life. Or, in our case, day. We’d napped in between love-making sessions all day, but it was getting to be late in the afternoon now. I could see the sunset through the window in the bathroom.

Soon I heard footsteps and since there was no door on the shower, Rig waltzed right in. “I lied. You only get four minutes.”

He leaned toward me and reached for the soap and washed himself head to toe, all while keeping his gaze firmly on me.

A smile grew on his face. “Are you really okay with everything?”

“I am. A week ago, I begged for help on a forum; now, I’m mated to the man, ferret shifter alpha who blocked me and basically told me to go to hell. All is well.”

Rig shook his head and closed the distance. Our wet skin met in a different kind of intimacy. “I never did apologize for that. I’m sorry, Malone. That was mean of me.”

“You made it up to me. Four times.”

“How about I make it up to you again? I designed this shower for two with some very unclean thoughts in mind.”

“Show me, alpha.”

We emerged from the shower and got dressed only because my stomach cried out for sustenance, and Rig’s alpha nature wouldn’t let him do anything but feed me.