Page 112 of Shifted Desire

I stroke the leg hitched up over my waist. “Shh, go back to sleep.”

She hums and nestles her face against my shoulder, her lips pressing against my skin. “S’nice.”

Her sleepy understatement of how perfect this is has me grinning.

“Want this every day,” she continues.

My chest tightens. When we got home from the wedding, we went straight to the bedroom, and afterward the crash from the emotions of the evening hit us like a truck. We didn’t talk about all the things that come next, now that the biggest hurdle to our happiness is gone.

“Move in with me.”

Samantha’s eyes blink open, and I’d feel bad that she’s not getting more rest, but the smile that comes a few seconds later erases any guilt.

“I was saving for my own place,” she says with a sigh. “But I guess I could move in here instead. Though I’m not sure I can afford half the rent on this place…”

I put on my best disappointed frown. “Damn. Nevermind, I was only in this for your money.”

Samantha’s laugh is rich and a little hoarse, and gods, if I could bottle it up and keep it with me at all times, I would. “That’s a fun twist on the age gap gold digger relationship.”

“I thought so.” I stroke some of the hair out of her face so I can better see her expression. “So you’ll live with me?”

Her goofy smile softens. “Yes.”

My stomach swoops. “If you don’t like this place, we can find something else. All that matters to me is that we’re together.”

“Hmm, I don’t think all your stuff will fit in my bedroom at my parents’ house, and that might be a little awkward, so this place works. Although…”

When she doesn’t finish her thought, I give her hip a squeeze. “What? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

Samantha shakes her head. “That’s not how relationships work.”

“They do if you’re a werewolf who wants to make their mate happy,” I counter.

“Yes, but I want my mate to be equally happy.”

My dick thickens at her referring to me as her mate and the fierceness of her tone.

Samantha giggles as she senses my flare of arousal. “Mmm, you like that, wolf? When I call you my mate?”

“Yes,” I rasp, hitching her leg draped over me up so she can feel how much I like it. She’s already slippery as my length brushes against her, and I let out a low growl. “Tell me what you were thinking. Tell me what you need so I can give it to you. That’s what’ll make your mate happy.”

“You sticking that thick cock inside me and making me scream would make me very happy,” she purrs, rocking her hips against me.

Now that we have all the time in the world to fuck whenever we want, no dread hanging over our heads, I don’t let her distract me.

“What else? If you want my dick, be a good girl and tell me.”

She laughs and kisses my throat. “Alright, alright.” Her hips keep subtly grinding on me as she continues. “I was thinking…mmm, it might be nice to look for a place in Moonvale…for the weekends and when we’re off work.”

It’s not at all what I expected, but I love the idea. Sam and Max clearly adore each other, and from what I’ve heard, Moonvale is a great place for monsters to settle down.

She’s thinking about settling down with me.

My dick is fully hard now, knot throbbing.

“I’ll text my real estate agent. We can look at places next weekend.”

Samantha’s brow furrows. “Really?”