He groaned.
"Hey! I thought you were giving me some private time tonight."
He stalked forward, wholly intent on getting inside her. "I did. And then I couldn't stop thinking about you naked in here and covered in frothy white bubbles. I got tired of waiting. A man can only take so much you know."
"Maybe I'm worn out. Marathon sex with a hot guy like you can take a real toll."
He stopped walking, concern replacing need. "Are you okay? Have I hurt you? That was never my intention. I cherish you. It's just, I don't know. I can't keep away."
The corners of her mouth quirked moments before she broke into a huge grin. "Oh my God, I was kidding! You are too easy.”
While relief swept through him, he frowned and moved forward, stopping at the edge of her porcelain tub and placing the wine and glasses on the floor.
“Just for that…” He lifted her from the tub and stepped in behind her. He then spun her around before settling her against him chest to chest.
“You feel happy to see me.” She tried to continue joking with him, but he heard the husky need in every syllable. Her skin was flushed and the dark points of her lush breasts made it clear she was as needy as he was.
“Smart ass.” He didn’t wait for her next comeback. He leaned forward and kissed her, hopefully searing them both to their soul. They weren’t yet officially mated, and wouldn’t be until next spring, but he swore the bond was already there. It held him in thrall every day.
With her scent teasing him in every way, he reached for her leg and bent it out of the way so he could slide inside her.
Ahhhh.
Sometimes he enjoyed taking her slow, but this wasn’t one of those moments. He groaned as he grabbed her waist and dragged her up and then pushed her back down. He’d wanted Prue from the moment he scented her and nothing had changed.
Hopefully feeling as frantic as him, she took up his rhythm and moved them faster and faster, while water sloshed from the tub. Neither stayed quiet either. One of the reasons they stayed this far out from the others in the tiny cabin.
Prue threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged, not at all gentle. Normally he preferred to be in charge, but he’d learned with his mate, letting go was as powerful as being in control.
Prue’s cries grew louder as he frantically held on. One last thrust inside her and the love of his life came apart in his arms.
Beautiful and exquisite.
The joy filling his heart as he came with her nearly broke him. Her cries, his shouts, they all mingled together in a primal declaration that no words needed to convey. All doubts were erased and in his mind they were already mated.
“Mine,” he growled, breathless.
She simply lifted her head from his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.
“No,” she panted. “Mine.”
He grinned. She was going to make one hell of a wolf.
* * *
Damien eased the door to the greenhouse open and walked in. He found Dante hunched over a row of Devil's Club extracting the oil from its roots, the secret ingredient in their island distilled whiskey of the same name.
"Hard at work I see."
Dante didn't look up. "Someone's got to do it. Not all of us have the luxury of standing around Club Diablo and checking out women."
Damien scoffed. "Yeah, you're hilarious. Don't let Faith hear you say shit like that or there will be blows."
"So what brings you down here tonight? Club business not going well?"
Damien poked at one of the berry covered flower heads. "Business is as usual." He didn't elaborate beyond that. The club had normal weekend business and no other hunter incidents had occurred since the confrontation Brody had with his family at the beach a few weeks prior.
Dante straightened and focused his attention toward him instead of the plants they grew only in this greenhouse. "So what is it then? This isn't one of your usual hangouts."
"Something is still off and I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I doubt we've seen the last of the hunters. It seems taking in Allison and Brody is proving to be as dangerous as I suspected."
Dante snorted. "I would have liked to have seen you try to take Allison away from Diego. I could have sold tickets to that show."
He ignored his brother’s sarcasm. He wasn’t in the mood. "Ms. Davis is still a wild card. I believe she didn't intentionally help the hunters find us, but that doesn't mean she won't in the future. Not to mention she still keeps trying to find this stupid plant on the island."
"Only until the next mating season when Brody can turn her. Although to watch the two of them now seems no different than us with our mates. With her by his side his entire attitude and demeanor have changed. As for the plant, is it really going to hurt anyone to find out?"