Page 209 of Moon Craving

"I did the first time. I didn't know what I was saying, but in my heart I was giving

everything of myself to you."

"But . . ."

"I told you I had changed my plans once we wed. I no longer wanted to be reunited

with my sister more than anything. I wanted to stay with you."

"You meant the oaths you gave," he repeated in wonder, needing to take in this

truth to heal the wounds in his heart.

"Absolutely."

"That is good because I can never let you go."

"Never."

"You will allow my wolf to scent you now?"

No fear showed in her brown eyes. "Yes."

Dropping to all fours, he let the wolf take him. His already acute senses grew

stronger, and the scent of his mate's emotions mixed with those of the forest. She smiled

down at him, love and acceptance glowing on her beautiful features.

He tilted his head back and howled in joy, sending the sound through their

mindspeak link.

Her smile became a grin."Your wolf is happy."

"I am happy."

"I love you, Talorc," she said inside his head with a conviction her spoken words

could not hold.

"You do not fear me in this form?"

"Never."

He chuffed with happiness as he rubbed his head against her. "Take off your

clothes, I need to scent your skin."

Giggling with clear delight, Abigail undressed.

Though the sight of his wife's nude body would always affect his libido, the most

pressing emotion he felt right then was relief. And joy. Finally, he could scent her properly.

He rubbed her belly, leaving his scent behind for all Chrechte to know she was his.

She brushed her hands down the sides of his head, laughter lurking in her gaze.