From the way she’d gone limp against him and her breathing had evened out, he could tell she’d fallen asleep. He turned his head and kissed her forehead. She didn’t stir. Making love to his mate was even better than he’d imagined. Her touch, taste and smell had heightened his pleasure. He’d also had the urge to claim her, to bite her and make her truly his. Just before he’d come, his eyeteeth had shifted, becoming longer like a wolf’s. It’d taken everything inside him not to bite hard enough to break her skin. It’d gone against instincts that had yelled at him to do it, to mark her, and have the invisible link form that would join them as mates. Then there was the fact that after the mate brand had appeared on his skin a countdown had begun. Cyrus didn’t think he’d have to worry about losing his humanity now that he’d found Shyla, but her being human added a new variable to a wolf shifter mating. There was no telling how she’d react once he told her what he was.
