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wasn’t enough.
    “This is all that matters, right Clo?” He slammed into me for emphasis.
    All I could do was nod.
    “Vicki will never have this. And Kelsey never thought of me this way. You’re my mate, no one else. Understood?” Another slam hit me as he sank deep into my core.
    I nodded again and he leaned down to kiss me, his warm chest pressing into my breasts, the hair their teasing my nipples. Then he went to my neck and after planting a soft kiss, he bit me. Hard.
    It hurt, but I didn’t care. The pain just heightened the pleasure of being claimed.
    He pulled back after a moment leaving my neck stinging. “There, you’re marked as my mate.”
    I wrapped my legs around him. “Jackson?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Stop talking and fuck me already.” It was time to come again.
    “You sound impatient. Am I getting to you?” He grinned, liking the idea.
    He was under my skin, in my head and buried inside me, of course he got to me. I just squeezed him with my legs, pulling him deeper yet. When I started contracting my core around him, he lost the ability to make smart ass remarks. His dark eyes glazed and his breathing came fast. Sweat slicked our skins as we both chased release.
    Jack son had the endurance of an athlete, but no one can last forever. His climax burst in a hot wave and triggered my own. We shuddered into each other, lost and found at the same time.
    When we recovered, I snuggled up against his side and he laid a possessive arm over me.
    “Jacks?”
    “Yes, baby?” His voice was full of drowsy satisfaction.
    “What if I am an Omega wolf?” I bit my lip knowing he would hate the question as much as I did. It was just that I’d always assumed my parents’ deaths had set me back, but what if that wasn’t it. What if I’d been delayed because I was weak?
    He sighed. “We’re talking about this again?”
    “I just...what if I am?”
    “You can’t be. We wouldn’t be mated.” He gave me a squeeze. “It doesn’t matter, Clo. It’s not true and I’m not letting you go.”
    I wanted to say more, but he stopped me. “Look, you either believe in us or you don’t. Are we mated?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “Then that’s all you need to know.” He rolled over then and fell asleep.
    Still awake, I stared up at the ceiling alone with my worries, which came roaring back without the distraction of sex. I knew we were mated, Jackson knew we were mated, but why didn’t anyone else believe it?
    Chapter Six
    Morning came with the sound of loud knocking at our door. Jackson and I both jerked upright at the noise. For a second, I was disoriented. My sleep had been dreamless, my body humming with deep satisfaction. Being thrust into abrupt consciousness hurt.
    “Jackson,” yelled the familiar voice of Cal. He sounded upset.
    “Coming,” Jackson shouted back. He didn’t bother to get dressed; wolves didn’t care about nudity and the urgency in Cal’s voice said this was not a social visit.
    Bed sheet clutched around my body, I trailed after Jackson to the front door. I hadn’t been a wolf long enough to lose my human sense of modesty. Being naked in the pack clearing didn’t bother me, but, in a more human environment like my home, I struggled with shyness. Sometimes I worried I’d been human too long.
    “What’s up, man?” Jackson covered a yawn and wiped sleep out of his eyes.
    Cal didn’t bother to step inside the house. Outside, I could hear his car still running. His usual scent of tobacco and warm green grass filled the air. He always smelled like he’d just cut the lawn while puffing an expensive cigar, but just then there was also a dark undertone of worry to his scent. “Tonya’s missing.”
    “She go out on a run last night?”  Jackson asked. Sometimes wolves lost track of time and dawdled until people panicked. The thing was, people worried about schedules while wolves followed whatever enticing scent crossed their path.
    Cal shook his head. “No. She was with James until