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  give a flying fuck about right or wrong, not when she tasted this good.

  “Drew,” she moaned his name, making him shift uncomfortably as his cock jerked inside his pants.

  Her sweet little moans were torture and soon had him reaching down to free his cock before the confines of his pants got anymore painful. Once his cock was free, he wrapped his hand around it and slowly rubbed it, moaning with pleasure as his cock cooperated.

  For the rest of their lives he would need this link to her to feel pleasure. He’d resented it before, but now as he slid his tongue inside her and felt unimaginable pleasure spread through his balls and cock, he wouldn’t have it any other way. She tasted amazing and he couldn’t wait until he felt her wrapped around his cock.

  He probably should have waited until he got her upstairs, but for years he’d fantasized about doing this to her so since he knew that no one was going to be showing up tonight, he decided that it was time to live out one of the many fantasies that he’d had about her over the years. At least a hundred of them took place in the club, another hundred in his loft and several hundred more around the city of Boston and on his lands up in New Hampshire and he planned on living out every single fucking one of them.

  They had the rest of their lives and more privacy than he’d ever had in his life now so there was nothing stopping him from enjoying his life for once. He was going to enjoy running his club instead of looking at it as another fucking chore that he had to do in order to give his Pack a cover. Truth be told, he loved his club, but he’d lost his excitement for it a long time ago when it became part of his duty.

  He was also going to enjoy his mate. He was going to spoil her, drive her crazy and enjoy every fucking minute with her. He couldn’t express how excited he was to be a father. He was going to spoil his kids, protect them and enjoy raising them. They wouldn’t be part of his obligation to ensure that his Pack survived anymore. They wouldn’t have to be trained to take over the Pack one day, their lives wouldn’t be filled with the constant knowledge that one-day their lives would revolve around the safety of the Pack.

  His children would be free.

  Christ, he never thought that he would want this. He’d always looked down on mutts, thinking that they were too fucking weak and selfish, but now he realized how truly dangerous it was to be with a Pack and was fucking relieved.

  He wasn’t on his own anymore, because now he worked for the Sentinels and in exchange they would protect his mate and children. They would never allow his mate or children to be used to make an army of bloodthirsty shifters hellbent on pleasing their Alpha. His children would grow up with the choice to form their own Pack, lead their own lives or work for the Sentinels.

  He didn’t care what they did as long as it was their choice, something that he never had before and from what he understood, neither had Kara. They could be whatever they wanted, love whoever they wanted and he couldn’t wait to see how they turned out.

  “Drew, please!” Kara gasped as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held his mouth against her pussy.

  Greedy little thing, he thought with a grin as he shifted his attention to her clit, released his cock and slid a finger inside her. He loved her moans, the way that she rocked her ass so that she could ride his finger and his tongue. She had absolutely no problem taking what she wanted from him, wasn’t embarrassed to tell him what she wanted and always gave back as good as she got, but better, so much fucking better.

  “Drew!” she gasped his name as he felt her sheath clamp down around his finger.

  He growled with pleasure as she came, coating his finger in her juices and making it so much easier for him to live out his next fantasy. Before she was done screaming his name, he had her flipped over onto her stomach, her ass at the edge of the table and his cock shoved inside her wet, welcoming pussy.

  When he saw her claws come out and dig into his private table for purchase, he licked his lips and fucked her harder, determined to ruin the table before the night was over. At the very least he would always be able to look at those scratches with fond memories, he absently thought as he continued to pound inside her, loving the way that she demanded more.

  As far as he was concerned, she was the perfect mate for him and planned on doing whatever it took to keep her by his side, even if he was now considered a fucking traitor to his own kind.

  None of that matter, not as long as he had her.

  Chapter 48

  “What time is it?” Kara mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, but she was too exhausted to open them so she simply lay there, waiting for Drew to join her in bed and put his arms around her.

  “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, just go back to sleep,” Drew whispered as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against the back of her bare shoulder.

  “Is the club still open?” she asked, taking a guess that he was just up here to check on her.

  “Mmmhmm,” he murmured as he pressed more kisses against her shoulder, unable to help himself. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

  “Mmmkay,” she mumbled sleepily before she added, “love you.”

  She felt him go still before he asked, “What?”

  Opening her eyes just so that she could roll them at him, she looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, “And you’re madly in love with me.”

  He noticeably swallowed as he stared down at her as though she were absolutely every dream that he’d ever had come true. “And what makes you think that?” he whispered hoarsely.

  Smiling hugely, she leaned up and brushed her lips against his. “Because you really can’t help yourself. I’m so damn loveable.”

  Chuckling, he brushed his lips against hers in a whisper soft move that had her body trembling as he agreed, “Yes, you are.”

  Turning over onto her back, she wrapped her arms around his large shoulders, loving the way the material from his suit jacket felt against her bare skin and she pulled him down for a proper kiss. He moaned against her mouth as he reached between them and pulled the covers off her body. Since she was a shifter, she always slept naked, mostly because she hated waking up after having a dream and finding her favorite pajamas shredded because she’d accidentally shifted while she slept, but mostly she did it for this reason.

  “Are you going to say it?” she asked as she broke off the kiss with a moan since he decided to keep his lips busy by kissing a path down her jaw and neck.

  “Don’t have to,” he paused long enough to say.

  “Oh,” she said on a small moan as she tilted her head back to give him better access to that spot just below her ear, “and why’s that?”

  “Because,” he said while he settled between her legs, reaching between them to free himself, “you already know how much I love you,” he groaned as he slid inside her, earning a gasp of pleasure from her.

  “It’s still nice to hear,” she said, trying to focus as she spread her legs wider, allowing him to slide deeper inside her.

  “You want to hear how much I love you?” he asked in a sexy drawl as he took her earlobe between his lips and gently suckled.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she managed to get out as the combination of his large erection pushing inside her, hitting every one of her favorite spots and his pants brushing against her skin, creating an erotic combination that had her toes curling.

  “I. Love. You,” Drew whispered in her ear, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips.

  Grinning like a fool, she cupped his jaw and brought his mouth back to hers. She kissed him, letting him know exactly how much she loved him. He returned the kiss passionately, rolling his hips slowly as he took her.

  She’d never felt so much for any man as she did for Drew. He was her mate, the love of her life and her best friend. He was everything and more than she’d ever expected in a mate and it still stunned her that after all these years that it was Drew who ended up being everything that she ever wanted in a man.

  *-*-*-*

  He paused by the
bedroom door, telling himself that it was pointless to go downstairs. The days of Club Luna were over and he had to accept that fact sooner or later.

  It would probably be sooner rather than later considering that at some point Kara was going to figure it out. He might as well just get it over with and tell her that everything was ruined, but somehow he couldn’t find the words. He’d tried to tell her several times now, but each time that he tried to tell her, he couldn’t seem to find the words.

  He’d intended on telling her tonight, but once he’d touched her, he couldn’t seem to get the words out. Then she’d told him that she loved him and he hadn’t wanted her to know. He knew that she loved the club as much as him, had always wanted to have a club of her own and if Club Luna hadn’t been completely destroyed the moment that word spread that he was a fucking mutt, he would have given the club to her.

  Deciding that tonight wasn’t the night to tell her the bad news, he walked away and headed downstairs to the large empty club that had once been his dream. Now it was just an empty space, a reminder of everything that he’d given up so that he could have a future with his mate.

  Rubbing the back of his neck, he reached the bottom landing, crossed over to the door and-

  “Not the face!”

  -sighed heavily when he found Ryan pinned to the ground with one arm bent behind his back and a large Sentinel holding him in that position by placing his knee on the middle of his back.

  The Sentinel with the angry pink scar on his neck didn’t bother looking up as he said, “Your Pack is fucking weak.”

  Snorting, because he’d already figured that shit out for himself, he walked past the Sentinel amusing himself with his Beta and went to the bar, making sure to flip off the fucking mutt that he hadn’t seen in nearly thirty years and reached behind the bar for a beer. The bastard that he couldn’t stand, stood up and reached over the bar and helped himself to a Coke.

  “Asshole,” he said as he walked past the mutt.

  “Asshole,” Kale Quinn, the biggest fucking pain in the ass that he’d ever met, returned as he popped the top off the Coke and took a sip.

  “Chris,” the Pyte sitting at his private table said with a heavy sigh that had Drew frowning because it was the sound of a parent who was being put to the test by a pain in the ass child, “leave him alone.”

  Sighing heavily, the Sentinel apparently named Chris released his hold on Ryan, stood up and joined the Pyte. With an inward sigh, he decided that he might as well sit with his new allies now that he was a fucking mutt, too. Taking a sip of his beer, he sat down and glanced around the empty club that used to be packed every night of the week and took another sip of his beer.

  What the fuck was he going to do now?

  “You know that you can’t stay here, right?” the Pyte asked, breaking the silence and saying the words that he’d been dreading for days.

  “I can’t leave,” he said, knowing that it was bullshit.

  “There’s nothing for you here, asshole,” Kale said as he joined them.

  Glaring at the mutt, and somehow resisting the urge to call the large bastard that since he was now a mutt as well, he bit out, “This is my home.”

  “Was your home,” Kale pointed out simply because he was an asshole.

  Narrowing his eyes on the bastard, Drew took another sip of his beer. “What the hell are you doing in my club?” he asked, deciding that he wasn’t in the mood to play fucking games tonight.

  “We came to bring you home,” Chris said as he leaned back in his chair and watched him with a pitying look that was going to get the Sentinel’s throat torn out.

  “I am home,” he stubbornly bit out, furious that his plans to give Kara and their child the life that they deserved was crumbling all around him.

  For the first time in his life he had absolutely no fucking clue what he should do. Before this it had been simple. Protect his Pack. That was it. He protected his Pack and everything else came second, but now…