On Friday, the moon’s brightness had waned, and Blaze found Logan at the spot where he’d promised to be. Before he’d changed and disappeared into the tunnel, he had howled for Logan’s benefit. But now when he walked out of the forest and wrapped Logan in his arms, his inner wolf pranced. “Ah, Logan, you feel so good to me. All man, solid and warm.”
“And you, Mr. Canis, smell of forest and fur, dirt and—” he sniffed “—a man whose passionate lovemaking I know well.”
“And do you like it?”
“Oh, yeah. I most certainly do.”
Their lips met, the kiss sweet and slow. When they turned toward the car, Blaze threaded his fingers through the long, gifted digits of a man he admired and trusted. He also sent a message of gratitude to the wolf in his nature for approving of this union. When they reach
