“Anyone could see it needed to be done,” I say carelessly, but inside I’m glowing.
“All these years of anger… I hated him so hard.” Forge shakes his head in disbelief. “Just—gone. You’ve healed us,” he says and there’s such a tone of wonder in his voice. “How did you do that?”
“It was easy because I love you,” I tell him.
He puts his arm around me and draws me against him. “And I love you,” he growls.
Butterflies start up in my stomach. These little words are all so new, on my tongue, in my ears, but already I thrill to hear them.
When we get inside the motel room, Forge has barely shut and bolted the door before he turns to me and starts tearing my clothes off.
He’s different tonight. As fierce and passionate as ever, but there’s a new softness there. And I feel us getting closer, complementing each other. I sense that he no longer just sees me as someone he needs to protect, but truly as his mate, his equal. He falls back onto the bed and pulls me on top of him. For the first time, I sit astride him, bracing my hands on his big chest and riding his cock while he looks up at me adoringly. I feel his love in every thrust, in every sweet, filthy word he growls in my ears.