Slade’s hot flesh was pressed to hers as he carried her to her bedroom. Their bedroom now. She was amazed at how easily she’d accepted Slade and their mating, but she did. Her wolf was so content she was doing the wolfy version of a purr in her mind, which sounded kind of like a broken lawnmower. She pressed her lips to his as he carried her. He purred, which made his chest vibrate. His lips were soft but firm, and he parted them immediately and stroked her lips with his tongue. She chased his tongue with hers, wrapping her arms around his neck more tightly and digging her fingers into his thick, short hair. He tasted wild and the scent of him, like sunshine and deep woods, made her pussy clench in anticipation. Their tongues tangled and danced. He lowered her to the bed and straightened, pulling off her bra. She’d been so involved in their first kiss she hadn’t realized he undid the clasp. “Good one.” His brow cocked and he grinned. “I haven’t gotten started yet, baby.”
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