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He fucked me, desperate now, full of urgency, like he would never get enough. I couldn’t either.
“Keane,” he groaned, guttural, and I felt him swell inside me, felt the catch and hold of his knot, locking us together. It filled me, impossibly thick, and I arched into him as I bit into his shoulder and he did mine, marking each other as mates.
“Keane,” he said, softer now, his lips against my hair. “Mine.”
I shivered at the sound of it, turning to see his eyes, so close to mine. “Yes. Yours.”
His arms were strong, inescapable, and I let myself sink into them as he rolled us around, leaving me on top. I was too spent and happy to care where he ended and I began. We lay there, the rest of the world fading away, until it was only the two of us, a mess of limbs as I drifted off to sleep.
The rest of the world would still be there when we woke up… the drugs, the violence… his job. But for now, we were nestled in our new bond, enjoying the gift that fate had given us, being one for the first time.
Tomorrow we could deal with the ugliness of this world. Now? Now was about us.
9
BOAZ
“We should go.”
Keane was still in bed, the sheets wrapped seductively around his hips, the mating mark visible on his shoulder.
He tilted his head. “I’d rather come.”
A fierce heat erupted from my center and rippled over my skin. This mate of mine, this cat shifter, had tamed me. I no longer preferred to be at Alpha’s beck and call but in bed, naked, with my beloved.
I kneeled on the mattress and whispered in his ear. “Me too, but you need to get checked out.”
Keane rolled onto his belly. “But the bad guys might be after you.” He’d voiced his fears that if the shifters who spiked the drinks were aware he’d survived, they could come after him too because he was a witness.
I doubted that, because the staff, who weren’t drinking and who were weaving between the tables and around the dance floor, would be more likely to remember who was sober than a customer who’d consumed alcohol and been drugged.
But if I was a target, I didn’t want to have to both defend my mate and fend off attackers. Keane would be safer at the family home, and that was what I’d told Maynard this morning when he called.
“There’s a family-slash-pack meeting at our place later, so we have to get going. But doctor first.” I held up clothes that had been left in the cabin by one of our family for him to wear.
Keane threw off the sheets. He and his naked butt sashayed to the bathroom. He paused in the doorway and said over his shoulder, “I’d like to play doctor with you.” He wiggled his hips and disappeared, leaving me dripping with sweat and my cock painfully hard.
I was tempted to follow him, but I gripped the nightstand, repeating in my head that duty came first, both to my mate and to my family and pack.
While I drove to the doctor’s, Keane clamped his hand on my thigh. My flesh tingled, and I gritted my teeth, determined to continue driving and not pull over, yank down my mate’s pants, and plow into him.
“Do you know what you're doing to me?”
My mate stared straight ahead, but he couldn’t hide his grin. “I do.”
But when I pulled up outside the doctor’s office, my sassy mate vanished and was replaced with Keane who sported cheeks drained of color and a quivering lower lip.
“What if there’s permanent damage?”
“Firstly, don’t let your mind go to the worst conclusion, and secondly, if there’s a problem, we will find a way to solve it.” I took his hand and squeezed, and he returned it with a wan smile.
But the doctor was all smiles when he told us the tests came up negative. “There’s no longer any traces of Duskthorn in your blood. It’s possible that you had an accidental dosing, possibly an unwashed contaminated glass, and that your small beast skewed the testing results. But whatever the case, it’s all gone now.”
Keane flung himself into my arms, and we kissed, and he even stuck his tongue down my throat. I considered shoving the doctor out of the examination room and getting naked, but Maynard would be peeved if we were late.
“Seems there’s been a new development since we last met,” the doctor observed.
“Well, yes. I’m no longer stuck in my fur,” my mate muttered. He hadn’t forgiven the guy for thinking he was an addict, though he didn’t have the same misgivings about me.
