Saving the Beast(73)

“Me, too,” he swore. “I’ll be the only man who will ever know you like this. You’re mine. Mine,” he rumbled.

“Yours,” she agreed. “Give it to me harder, Zane. Faster. Deeper. Please.”

The purr rumbled from his chest again as he gave in, his hips pumping faster as he slammed in and out of her. It was exactly what she wanted. Her ass rocked against the vinyl as he picked up speed. She reached down, clenching her fingers over where his gripped the table and arched her breasts high, head dropping between her shoulders as she came around his pistoning cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Zane groaned. “Milk my cock. That’s it, baby. Ahhh!”

He thrust deep and held himself buried inside her as his cock jerked and filled her with warm splashes of seed. They stayed locked there for a long moment before he gently moved his hands, turning them in to cup the backs of her thighs and slide her legs down off his arms. He reached for her face and brushed a strand of hair away.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Not possible,” she swore, wiggling her hips and loving the tug as his cock moved inside her.

He leaned over her, pinning her chest to the table with his. “I love you, Diane Renway. When we get the chance, I’d like to share the claiming ceremony with you. And if you’d like, we could be married.”

A smile split her face as she began to nod. “Yes. To both or either or whichever we can arrange. I love you, Zane Ephraim, and with or without a ceremony, I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”

“I know there’s a lot going on,” he said. “Three of us showing differing signs of feral fever. Lydia. Dillon. Moving west. Abby and the new baby. Kenzie. I want you to know that I will be here for you, in any and every way you need.” He glanced down when she tensed. “What?”

She wasn’t sure what to say, but she knew she couldn’t keep secrets from her mate. “The shot the Professor gave me.”

Zane nodded.

“He gave it to Kenzie, too.”

“I smelled she was close to heat,” Zane admitted. “When I walked into the cabin, and the scent of sex was thick.”

“You didn’t say anything,” she accused.

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have.”

“What’s she going to do if she’s pregnant?”

“I have a number to call. I won’t hesitate to use it if she’s pregnant. Did she tell you she was?”

Diane shook her head. “It’s too early. She’s just beginning to ovulate. I’m not sure how long shifter sperm will survive inside her. All we can do right now is wait and see what happens. And be there for her.”

“We’ll keep an eye on her,” Zane promised.

“She won’t want him to know,” Diane said sadly. “He left her. He made his choice, and it wasn’t his mate.”

“I know,” Zane agreed. “But I smelled the change beginning in her when I arrived. I wasn’t completely sure because my senses were wrapped up in you and your body’s needs. But I sensed something. As her mate, he would have felt it, and knowing all of this, I’m betting it played a hand in his inability to leave her untouched. He knows the possibility exists she could conceive. He’s not just trying to protect his mate. He’s trying to protect the unborn child she may end up carrying. God! Tah’s right. This is a fucking mess.”

“I’m so glad I have you,” Diane whispered.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Zane vowed.

“I’ll be here for you, as well,” Diane stated. “This is just the beginning for us.”

“Here’s to new beginnings,” Zane agreed and planted a heated kiss on her lips. “Now let’s go to bed,” he purred.

Diane giggled as he stepped back, his spent cock slipping completely free, before he lifted her into his arms. Whoever made it to the labs first tomorrow would find a pile of discarded clothes on the floor, and this time, they belonged to her and her mate. If she’d wanted to do one more thing before they left Colorado and this house behind, making love in the labs would have been at the top of her list. Finally, it was her turn for love.