“What kind of slut do you think I am?”Theo bumped his hips against hers. “This might not be the best moment to ask me that.”

“His eyes narrowed to slits.Power passed over her, intensifying her desire for him. She moaned and rotated her hips against him. “What will you do with me now?”

“So do you have a kilt?" Megan asked him. When I glared at her, she said, "What? He only said you couldn't ask." She looked at him. "So do you?"Straightening up, Zachary rubbed the back of his neck and smirked. "I might, I might."God, he was gorgeous. And Scottish. But maybe kind of an ass.”

“She’d run over Dankyo in an instant to get to Theo. Be a darn big bump in the road, but she’d do it.”

“Ah baby, you know I do what I want.” Rubbing his chin on her hair, he squeezed her hip. “Man and wolf, we both adore you. No way am I letting you go after the hell you’ve put me through over the years.”

“Do you think you might be able to love me someday?" He asked and heard her laugh softly."I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked."Yes my love." He said softly."They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed."I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real.”