Midnight Wolf (Shifters Unbound #11)(67)

He could make love to her all night and all day for weeks and still not have enough.

This was why Shifters took mates. So they could lose themselves in frenzy and not come out until the female was heavy with a cub. Not that Shifter females held back when they were pregnant. No, he and Tamsin were fated to have wild sex together constantly, for the rest of their lives.

The thought made Angus spread his mouth in a wolf grin, as did the idea of having a cute little girl cub who looked like Tamsin. Would she be fox or wolf? Mixed breed Shifters were born human and first shifted to the animal form of one of their parents when they were about three. It would be fun to find out which way their daughter or son would go.

Now to convince Shifter Bureau, Dylan, and everyone else tracking them to back off and let them live their lives.

Angus had let out a sigh as he’d trotted back to the carnival. He was now as much of a fugitive as Tamsin, having missed curfew by a week or so, left his state without permission, and harbored a rogue Shifter. The Bureau wouldn’t let all that go anytime soon.

At the moment, Tamsin was serenely chatting with Celene on the other side of the tent, her cleaned breakfast plate in front of her. Ciaran had sought Brina immediately when he’d entered the tent, and now the two were bent over another gaming device, the remains of their breakfast around them.

Dante laughed. “You have it bad, my friend. But congratulations. Nothing like finding the right one.” He sent Celene a glance that left no doubt that the two had formed the mate bond.

“How did you know she was for you?” Angus asked him curiously. “When she’s a half Fae? Shifters rarely jump to that conclusion.”

Dante shrugged. “You didn’t see her in skintight leather dancing all over a tightrope. She was amazing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I stalked her for a while and asked her out. You know, as one does.”

Angus huffed. “If one is a nutjob. She was happy with a Shifter bear drooling after her?”

“No.” Dante chuckled. “She ran like hell. I had to convince her I wasn’t going to kill her, or even hold the fact that she was part Fae against her. Took her a while to not hold the fact I was Shifter against me.”

“I’m glad it worked out for you,” Angus answered with sincerity.

“So am I. Match made in paradise. You never know, do you? When the mate bond will strike.”

“Sun and moon?” Angus couldn’t imagine Dante coming out of hiding to find his clan leader to preside over the rites, or a Fae readily agreeing to it.

Dante shook his head. “Didn’t need one. The sun and moon ceremony is just words to show the rest of Shifter-kind what you already know.”

He spoke with conviction, but Angus heard a tinge of regret. Dante wanted to be part of the Shifter world as much as Angus did, but without the captivity, Collars, and the like. Maybe someday it would happen.

Dante turned away, clapping on his feathered hat, his striped velvet coat swirling. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let’s give the good people of Wichita Falls a memorable day.”

Tamsin left her table and made her way to Angus. “Celene will be watching Ciaran and Brina this morning, and then we’ll do some training. Have time to talk?”

“I’m helping fix the swing ride this morning.” Angus had volunteered to make sure another accident with it didn’t happen. “What’s up?”

He made his inquiry nonchalant, but his heartbeat quickened. Tamsin had a look in her eye that meant what she wanted to talk about wouldn’t make him happy.

He wasn’t sure he could take revelations about her life with his brother this morning. Angus had believed her when she’d denied she’d been Gavan’s lover—the surprise and disgust in her voice hadn’t been feigned, and Angus hadn’t scented a lie. Even so, he didn’t want Gavan to ruin his happiness again.

Tamsin glanced around. “Someplace private.”

“Things I need to do,” Angus said, scowling.

“The carnival got along fine without you for a long time—they can give you another hour.”

Angus heaved an irritated sigh. “Is it that important?”

Tamsin widened her eyes and nodded. “Oh, I’d say so.”

Shit. Angus slid his arm around her waist and started to guide her out of the tent.

As soon as he touched her, he longed to sweep her up and run off with her to bury himself inside her once more. He’d kept himself under control while Ciaran had been in the trailer with them, but he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from Tamsin if he retreated someplace private with her.

He stopped her, scooped her to him, and gave her a full kiss.

Tamsin readily melted into it. Angus tasted the sweetness of syrup and behind that, her need, the edge of frenzy that neither of them had sated.

Angus heard hoots and comments from the humans going back to work, but he didn’t care. Tamsin was worth their mocking.

“Sure you want to be alone with me?” he asked in a warning tone as Tamsin hung in his arms.

“Have to risk it. Really important.”

Angus didn’t like the sound of that. He took her hand and walked with her, not to the trailer, but out to the fields beyond the edge of the fairgrounds.

Tamsin didn’t question his choice. Trailers could be bugged—if Dante or one of his employees had been listening last night, they would have heard an earful. Their own fault for being nosy.