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They danced for the rest of the night, working up the heat, and she whispered in his ear, “As soon as Edeen and Lachlan leave, you and I are taking this to bed.”

“Most assuredly.”

A lot of the wolves would run after the wedding, but Edeen and Lachlan skipped it to drive to Edinburgh to stay overnight and get their flight to Bali the next day.

Robert was happy to do anything that Maisie wanted to—a wolf run would be grand, or just going home to make love to his mate? He was all for that too.

“A wolf run?” he asked.

She smiled in such a sexy way, he knew she was too hot for that and was ready to make love.

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Of course Maisie was always ready to run as a wolf with her mate, but he’d gotten her so worked up while they were dancing close that she really wanted to take this to bed.

Once Edeen and Lachlan thanked everyone and left, Maisie and Robert said goodbye, then headed home. They were newly mated wolves after all, and they had their priorities.

But once they arrived home, they were thwarted. They had to greet Ruby, the Irish wolfhound; Rogue and Jinx, the fox terriers; Silky, the Scottish fold cat; and Mittens. Anne was taking care of Conan for the week so they wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed with the pet menagerie.

After taking the dogs out to relieve themselves, Maisie and Robert told the dogs to go to their beds, which they did. Mittens and Silky would do their own thing. There was no racing to the bedroom to make love now, not unless they wanted to start the dogs barking and chasing them as if they were playing with them.

Then they reached the bedroom and began stripping each other’s clothes off, though Robert was having a difficult time unfastening Maisie’s gown. She’d removed his sword and belt and was working on his Prince Charlie’s jacket and pulled it off his shoulders.

“You look so handsome in this.”

“Thanks. You look just gorgeous in your gown, pretty as a bride.”

“I kept feeling like this was a prelude to our wedding.” She unfastened his white shirt.

“Me too. I kept thinking it felt like a full-blown wedding rehearsal except for changing some of our roles. Our menu will be different too.”

“Right.” She ran her hands over his bare chest. “The first time I saw you like this was when you got out of the bed in the guest room at the castle to pull the fishhook out of my arm.”

He smiled and kissed her head, then began removing the pins from the floral wreath she was wearing. “I felt more of a need to remove the fishhook than to worry about being naked. You didn’t appear too shocked.”

She laughed. “Nothing you do shocks me too much, Robert Campbell.”

They finished undressing, then tossed the covers aside and climbed into bed. They ran their hands over each other’s bodies, exploring, enjoying the sensory stimuli.

She kissed his cheek. “In that moment, you could have yanked off a sheet and covered yourself with it. But that wouldn’t have been you.”

He brushed her throat with featherlight kisses.

“I believe I fell a little bit in love with you in that instant,” she said.

He combed his fingers through her hair, looking down at her with love and admiration.

She felt the same for him as she ran her hand over his cheek with a gentle caress.

“I couldn’t believe I’d caught you in the ocean, your blue eyes spearing me with indignation, and I sworeyou’dcaughtmeright in that second, like a mermaid drawing a sailor—”

“To his death?”

Robert’s eyes were lust-filled, his heart beating harder, like hers was, and he kissed her soundly, deepening the connection. Then they separated for a breath of air, and he smiled. “I was under your spell. Right away, I wondered if you had a mate or someone you were seeing, and I wanted to date you in the worst way. But then we were fighting for our lives after that.”

There was no more talking, just purpose in their actions. He slid his hand down and cupped a breast and massaged, making her nipples tighten with need. They were sensitive to his touch. He kissed her so expertly, she felt uplifted and needy at the same time. She couldn’t get enough of his touching her, of feeling his bare skin against hers, of hearing his rugged sighs and beating heart, of smelling the musky scent of him when he was so into her. Their pheromones always laid the path to each other, shouting for them to complete the mission, to make love all the way.

He kissed her down her tummy, his fingers parting her curly hairs, and he began stroking her between her legs with skillful intent. She swore she melted under his caress and tensed with delight at the same time. Then he claimed her mouth with another hot, possessive kiss. Her bud was swollen and sensitive and was straining to reach climax. She loved what he did to her to make her feel so good.