Wolves' Bane (The Order of the Wolf, #3)(90)

I frowned with confusion. My heart leaped, grasping for the words I wanted to hear. All the while my head told me it couldn’t possibly be.

“I can’t live without you, Morgan.” Cal tilted my face up to his and brushed his lips against mine.

The touch, just that little touch, sent my body burning, desire pulsing through me. And then came the words.

“I left the Order. Broke my vows. To be with you.”

The very words I wanted to hear. I felt as if I was underwater, my mind only half comprehending what he was saying. It was too good to be true. Too much what I wanted. I gasped as I pulled away to look at him. “What?”

Cal frowned. “If you’ll have me.”

I blinked, hard. Was Cal really there, standing right in front of me, just as he had in my dreams? Telling me what I so desperately wanted to hear? “Am I dreaming?”

Cal smiled and ran his fingers along my jaw and down my neck, leaving a trail of fire as he went. “No. You’re not dreaming.”

He slanted his lips over mine, capturing my mouth with a need that matched my own. As his tongue slid past my lips, I moaned, my body melting, my heart bursting.

But before passion could totally consume me, I forced myself away, dragging my mouth from his, my hand on his massive chest.

He frowned at me.

“Cal? Are you serious? Did you truly leave the Order to be with me?”

Cal nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

I ran my hand through my hair, nervous all of a sudden, uncomfortable. “But it’s your life. You devoted your life to the Order. How could you do that? How could you leave without knowing if I would have you?”

Cal licked his lips and nodded, his eyes shadowing over, shutting me out. “So I’m too late then? You’ve met someone else?”

I flinched. “No, I haven’t, but how can I be responsible for tearing you away from the only thing you’ve known? Your loyalty. Your life.”

Cal lifted his hand to brush my cheek, his eyes burning with new intensity. “It was my choice to make. And I realized that it was a choice I needed to make. You are my life. You have my loyalty. It shouldn’t be any other way. You are my Huntress, my other half. So if you’ll have me, I’m yours, Morgan, for eternity. I belong to you and no other.”

I stared at him, my mind lost in his words. “Mine?”

He nodded as he bent down to nibble at my jaw, his hand running up and down my back as he crushed me closer to him. “Mine.”

And as if a puzzle piece had finally slipped into place, I moved my face to the side, capturing his lips with mine. “Then-I-think-I-will-have-you-Cal,” I said between kisses.

He growled, grasping my waist as he heaved me up, lifting me to him as he devoured my lips. Kissing me with more intensity than I’d ever known. Claiming me just as surely as I had claimed him.

Mine, I thought as I was swept away in a world of dizzying desire and fulfillment.

Mine.





Epilogue





Wolf Slayer


Waking up with Morgan in his arms felt right. It felt more than right. It felt perfect.

They hadn’t talked much since he arrived, their mouths had been too busy with other things. He smiled at the memories of the night before. They’d hardly made it into the house before they’d ripped each other’s clothes off. The first time had been quick and hard, right there leaning up against the front entrance wall. But then the rest of the night had been about loving each other, again and again and again.

Morgan stirred next to him and he ran his hand along her arm, nuzzling his nose into her hair. God, how he’d missed her delicious smell. There was no way he’d be letting her go anytime soon.

“You awake?” she murmured as she shifted to her back.

He pushed himself up on his elbow so that he could look down at her. Her luscious breasts strained against the sheet that covered her, her nipples puckered and calling to him. He’d woken up hard for her, ready to slide into her again, and he suspected that wasn’t going to abate anytime soon. He’d wanted her so badly over the past couple months he thought he’d die from it.

She giggled as she lifted her finger to touch his chin, drawing his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. “Stare much?”

Cal moaned as he grinned foolishly back at her. “I’m like a starving man who’s just had a steak put in front of him. You can’t blame me for drooling.”

Morgan’s playful smile faded. “I’ve missed you too.”

He bent down and kissed her gently, pulling away to look at her once again. “I was dying for you.”

Tears sparkled in her eyes. “Then why did it take you so long?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat. “A lot has happened since the battle. Kelly came out of her coma.”

Morgan gasped “What?”

He nodded as he ran the back of his hand along her abdomen. “About three weeks after the battle, she woke up. Right away, she told us that Andrew had kept her in that state. But it took weeks for her to regain the muscle strength and stamina to stay awake long enough to tell us everything. If she had been a normal human, her muscles would have atrophied by now, but with the healer’s help, she’s regained a lot of her mobility. And of course her mind is intact.”

Morgan’s mouth hung open, and he gently eased it shut, laying a soft kiss to her closed lips before continuing.