Midnight Wolf (Shifters Unbound #11)(66)

The glare of the carnival flashed and glowed against the thin curtains, light chasing shadow over Tamsin’s face. Angus kissed her and gave in to the frenzy.

He drove into her, she came up to him, the two matching in need and strength. Shifters could make love for a long time—hours, days—but Angus’s desperation for her was too strong for that.

His need built high, a hot wave that swept him up and erased all existence but Tamsin, her softness, her body squeezing him until he was lost. He shouted her name as he came and came, kissing her face. “Tamsin. My mate. My heart.”

The words ended in another groan as he gave up to her everything he was.

Tamsin moved against him, her climax as intense, her face beautiful as she released herself into it. She pulled him close, the two hard against each other, seeking, needing.

Tamsin kissed Angus frantically as he collapsed onto her. He surrendered into the soft strength of his mate, who caught him and held him, secure against the world.

Tamsin had never been anywhere she liked better than lying under Angus’s warm weight. He pressed hot, openmouthed kisses to her neck and breasts, his fingers gentle as he moved his hand up her arm.

Beyond the trailer’s walls, music thumped and bells rang as rides shot screaming humans through the air.

“Better than the Zipper,” Tamsin whispered.

Angus let out a soft grunt. “Goddess, I hope so. Never getting on that thing again.”

Tamsin threaded her fingers through his mussed hair. “Big bad wolf, afraid of a carnival ride, and he blushes about the mating frenzy.”

Angus raised his head. He wasn’t blushing now, and his eyes held confidence and warmth. “Mating frenzy isn’t so bad.”

“You’re right, it’s not.” She traced his cheek. “Not with the right Shifter.”

Angus kissed her breast, then licked his way down to her nipple. He brought it to life with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth.

He suckled her slowly, then raised his head, finishing with a little nip. “You’re the right Shifter for me.” His brows came down. “Am I for you?”

“I think we already had this discussion. On the ride that had you screaming like a cub.”

“That was heat of the moment,” Angus said. “You were being tossed around until you were dizzy. Maybe it shook up your brain.”

“Yeah, that was it.” Tamsin gave him a sage nod. “That’s why I said I’d be your mate.”

Angus darted his tongue over her throat. “I’m finished arguing. We need a clan leader to do the ceremonies. My clan is scattered to the four winds, so it will have to be a Shiftertown leader.”

“I’d like my mom to be there,” Tamsin said softly, her heart squeezing with a familiar ache. “But it’s impossible.”

“Maybe not. If we can convince Shifters you don’t have anything they want, they’ll help us. We can retreat to Kendrick’s and have Dylan keep Shifter Bureau off our backs.”

He made it sound so easy. “There are one or two things I need to tell you about your brother,” she said.

Angus’s sudden snarl shook the bed. “I do not want to talk about my fucking brother while I’m in bed with you.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Oh, go ahead—get it over with. You were his lover?”

“No!” The word burst out indignantly. Tamsin struggled to sit up, but Angus held her down. She’d never once touched Gavan, nor he her. “Not my type. I prefer males with sanity, thank you. And it’s not about your former mate. Well, mostly not.”

Angus’s scowl was fierce. “I don’t want to talk about her either.”

“Neither do I, really.” Tamsin couldn’t imagine a woman preferring Gavan to Angus. She must have flushed her sanity as well. Gavan had been charming and charismatic, but so were most megalomaniacs.

“They’re gone. They were my family, but they’re gone.” Angus’s voice went hard, the walls he surrounded himself with rising once more. “I want now. Here. With you.”

“So do I.” On this mattress in an old trailer in the middle of a carnival packed with humans, Tamsin was more content than she’d been in a very, very long time.

“Good,” Angus said. “So no more talking.”

He growled again, the sound low and unceasing. He continued to growl as he kissed her, only easing off as he slid inside her again, nowhere near sated.

His hardness opened her, filled her, chasing away all troubling thoughts. Tamsin happily pulled him to her and lost herself in him once more.

At breakfast in the morning, Dante’s grin was knowing. “Feel better?” he asked Angus.

Angus’s face heated—what he did with his mate was none of the bear’s damned business. Angus had made himself leave Tamsin later last night to walk over and fetch Ciaran home. She’d been asleep when he’d returned, and he’d put Ciaran to bed, gone outside into the dark park, shifted to wolf, and exploded into a run.

Sprinting over fields and up and down low hills hadn’t calmed him. He’d seen a fox, and he’d pulled up to a dust-raising halt, but it had been a wild creature, as surprised to see him as he was to see it. The way it had vanished reminded him of Tamsin and how fast she could move.

That made him remember how she’d smiled sleepily at him after their third round of lovemaking, softly touching his face before he’d risen and left her.