Page 87 of Tempted By the Wolf (Mate Hunt 6)

“I love you,” he growled at me, as he began to thrust smoothly, rhythmically.

He repeated the words as he continued picking up the pace, gaining speed and thrusting harder as I began to gasp and pant louder and louder.

When we finally shattered together, I cried out as he snarled, our bodies melded together and our souls feeling almost just as connected.

He was mine.

I was his.

We were mates.

That was what mattered—not the way we’d started, or the things we’d said before we were together.

We were a team, now. A couple.

And that was perfect.