"No, I need you now."

Flint's hand slid back to her pussy, and he found her wet and ready for him. "Are you ready?" he growled.

"Yes, please, please."

He thrust his cock into her.

She wrapped her arms around him, gripping him. Their bodies moved together, rhythmically. Her breathing hitched. He stroked into her deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Emma pulled her face back and gasped. “I need more.”

He growled, “Oh, my little apple, I need you, too.”

“Like this,” Emma panted, tilting her hips up. “I need all of you.”

Flint groaned. "Oh shit," was all he could say. Together they brought each closer. Flint bit down on her neck, sealing their mating.

Emma's body twitched with her release, and her back arched. His balls tightened, and he followed her over with a wave of pleasure he'd never felt before.

Tasting her, he pulled his fangs out and sealed the wound with his tongue.

"Ah, Flint?" Emma's legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, her arms around his neck.

When his senses returned, he realized his back was pressed tight against the ceiling of the cabin.

And Penny barked.

"Shit, don't let go." He let his breathing relax and pictured them returning slowly to the bed.

Which worked until the last two feet where they dropped and bounced.

Emma's hair flung around him, matching her laughter. "We're mated," she said into his ear.

"We're mated," he whispered back into hers. "We're mated,” he yelled.

EPILOGUELATE APRIL

She’d baked her famous chocolate chip cookies—at least, they were famous in her own mind. Getting used to working in Flint’s kitchen—their kitchen—was a lot easier than working in her old condo, or at least a lot less crowded. Which was why she was in Jack’s shop with a large plate of sugary goodness.

This was one of the few places her security detail actually waited outside. Oak had figured that the dead witch had worked for someone at Waterhouse and that someone had plans for Emma, or a seer witch. But the dark-haired witch hadn’t wanted to be replaced, so he took it upon himself to get rid of the competition. Emma was growing used to the Stone security agents who followed her everywhere. She’d already dropped off a plate at their black SUV.

“Emma!” Jack came out of his office. “What do you have there?” He eyed the plate. The bear was a complete sugar addict.

“Cookies.” She pushed them out to him, taking the cover off. The chocolate aroma twirled around them.

He eyed her. “Emma, what are you bribing me with cookies for?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall of his office.

“Bribing—who, me? I would never.” Emma held the bribery tray of cookies out to him with straight arms.

Jack raised his eyebrows as the garage door to the shop opened, and the beeping of the truck rang around the shop. “The guys are back, so if this is a silent bribe, I’m going to need you to be quick about it.”

“Fine, but you can’t tell Shiori.”

“No deal.” Jack pivoted back into his office.

“All right. Goddess. I need to borrow some tools.”

He took the cookies. “That doesn’t seem like it needs bribery cookies. So okay. What tools?”

“A jack-hammer or something that could break concrete.” She swallowed. Carter wanted to give her condo to Mia, but he didn’t know about the large dragon concrete sculpture in her kitchen. And she wanted to keep it that way.

“Concrete? Sure, I guess I might have something. Actually, it’s in the truck.”

“What’s in the truck?” Corbin, the blue-eyed shifter all the females in the pack were talking about, walked in swinging the keys. He’d taken over the installation crews for Jack.

“The pneumatic hammer.” Jack shoved a whole cookie in his mouth.

Corbin reached for a cookie, but Jack dodged him.

Emma cocked her head, and Jack, with the energy of a toddler sharing his favorite toy, offered Corbin a cookie.

“Thanks, Emma. These are great,” Corbin said with a mouthful of cookie and hung the keys on the wall. He sat down on the clean workbench. “Truck’s all gassed.”

“Good.” Jack pulled the cover over the cookies.

“Can I have another?” Corbin reached for the plate, but Jack danced around him.

“Those are Jack’s, but I’m making more for the pack run tomorrow. I know Spencer would love to have you come out.”

“I’m not interested in joining the Hundsburg pack. At this point, my wolf thinks he’s a bear. But thanks.” He shrugged, standing up.

“You wouldn’t have to join to run. I know there are lots of people who would love to meet you. You could make more friends in town?” The girls of the pack would love it if she could convince him to come.

“I’m good, but thanks for the cookie. I’m out on a delivery tomorrow anyway.” Corbin nodded. “You want me to get the tools out of the truck?” He thumbed at the parking lot.

“Just the pneumatic hammer. Can you put it in Emma’s car for me? Thanks.” Jack hid the cookies in his office and reappeared, after Corbin had left. “Emma, I get what you’re trying to do for him. But his life hasn’t been an easy one and he’s not going to change. Seriously, I’m shocked he came out here to work for me. It’s kind of you, though. I’ll give him a few more cookies.”

“I’m not giving up that easy.” Emma smiled. Something about Corbin felt familiar, like one of her visions that was just out of reach. Which usually meant someone close to her. And since Corbin wasn’t someone close to her, she had a hunch that he would be important to someone in the pack. Her pack. The only pack of witch-wolf shifters in the world.

The door flung open. “Thanks Jack.” Flint laughed. “I helped your guy load the tools. I’ll have them back tomorrow.” Flint gravitated to his mate and kissed her neck.

“Monday’s fine.” Jack stood in the door frame of his office.

“Perfect. You ready, Emma?” Flint wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Emma nodded. “Sure.”