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“I love you, Donna.”

“I love you, too, Nicholas.”

Our lips meet in a rhythmic dance, everything we’ve ever wanted to say now out in the open and making the kiss feel lighter and more magnetic than ever. Donna’s body molds to fit mine as she straddles me, and my hands are all over her body, caressing, smoothing, feeling her physical form the way my heart and soul feel our bond.

“Are you sure?” I ask when we break the kiss to catch our breath, and Donna tightens her arms around me.

“Don’t ask me silly questions, Nick,” she groans, her next kiss firm, her teeth latching on my bottom lip. “I’ll never be surer of anything.”

Smirking against her lips, I kiss her again, happier than I’ve ever been.

I’m probably the luckiest werewolf alive, and I’m about to show my mate how grateful I am when I pray between her thighs.

Chapter 25 - Donna

Feeling Nicholas’s reaction to the news on my lips is more satisfying than anything I’ve felt before. My toes curl, and my body tingles in all the right places.

Or maybe it’s because I feel lighter that everything feels more intense now.

I’ve just told him the secret I’d been keeping for two days—a secret that was gnawing on my existence—but I had to find the perfect opportunity to tell him.

I guess that’s what makes our relationship work well. We seem to be in alignment at the most unexpected times, like how he thought to surprise me with a day away from Wells. Coming to Terramor was ideal, and I was able to reveal the secret and my feelings for him.

In hindsight, not telling him I loved him was something weighing heavily on my heart since last summer. Though tragic, it was unspoken love that had turned to hatred.

Now that love blooms between us, nothing weighing us down. I can feel it in our kiss, so featherlight, so freeing, so liberating as his tongue freely explores the cavity of my mouth.

My body is nothing more than a pliant mass that he molds and bends to his will, his skillful, strong hands groping and squeezing, kneading my soft body in all the right places.

He breaks our passionate kiss, a hand lightly fisted in my hair as if he’s holding me upright, keeping my head steady.

His eyes flit to the necklace—my graduation gift with the teardrop moonstone pendant—and his breath catches as if there’s silent communication between him and the jewel. He lifts his eyes back to mine, his hand loosening from my hair so his fingers crawl to my neck.

“I brought you out here tonight to do something I should have done a long time ago,” he admits, his voice a deep, husky drawl like he’s a starved creature begging for some form of sustenance. When his eyes flicker to my neck, to the spot he begins rubbing a circle over with the pad of his thumb, I already know what he means.

My body instantly reacts to his touch, back arching to push my chest forward, my head lolling back to give him access to my scent gland.

“It’s about damn time…” I purr, meeting his eyes through the veil of my lashes. “There’s nothing I want more than to be yours, Alpha Nicholas Bartalow….”

Nicholas’s lips part on his exhale that almost sounds like a gasp. He leans in then, breath hotter than the water in the hot tub as it fans my neck. His lips ghost across my skin, almost there, but not quite, when he presses a loose, open-mouthed kiss on my collarbone instead.

Perhaps it’s impatience that prompts the groan that reverberates in my chest, but I grab a fistful of Nicholas’s hair and tug at the roots.

But he doesn’t relent, and instead chuckles, the heavy sound rocking me above him as he slides the straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders.

When he draws his head back, most of his face is shielded by my mounds, only his eyes, dark and lustful, peeking up at me through his damp lashes. There’s a glint of green mischief in them while his hands smooth over my arms.

He reads the disbelief in my eyes and becomes more amused, lips curling to a sly smirk, and just when I’m about to protest his teasing, he slides his hands over my breasts and gives them both a gentle but firm squeeze.

“Oh!” I cry out from the pleasure when my nipples are rolled between his thumbs and index fingers. Sensation rushes through me in stormy waves, an explosion of pleasure coursing through every nerve fiber in my body and turning me more pliant.

Nicholas continues teasing my nipples as he nibbles the flesh covering my collarbones. His audible breathing adds to my heightened awareness until I’m rocking my body onto him. Between my thighs, his rigid erection burns against my folds, and I’m grinding my hips, desperate for friction, desperate to feel him inside me.

The last time we’d been together, Nicholas had been gentle because I was still a virgin. This time, he isn’t holding back when he rips the spandex material off my torso, tearing it from my tummy down to between my thighs. In one swift motion, he rips all of my bathing suit out, flinging what’s left of it out of the hot tub. Somehow, he uses that same hasty expertise to remove his shorts, then plants his hands on my bare ass.

He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, eyes glossed over with lust as he hungrily devours my body with his intense gaze. Those penetrating eyes come up to my face, reeling in my soul through my own eyes as his hands begin traveling to my thighs.

“You are really beautiful, Donna…” he whispers with praise, in awe. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes….”