43: mates

*Jonas*

Afterwards, I can't decide which part I liked best. Was it the feeling of completeness I felt when we were joined as one when kissing? Was it the primitive rhythm of Typhon's body as he pleasured me? Certainly, I can't discount the explosive climax I'd felt.

'What a wild night, Cana,' I think, addressing my wolf.

'One to remember, Jonas,' Cana replies within my mind, his voice a comforting echo.

But now, as I lay in Typhon’s strong arms, the fresh breeze from the window caressing our bodies, I think that this might be the best of all. He is so warm and close, and I can hear his heartbeat as it slows to its normal, sedate pace.

I can smell the salt on his skin and the passion in the air. And there is something so right about it all, as if I've waited my whole life just for this moment.

'Can you feel this too, Cana?' I ask, sharing my feeling of rightness with my wolf.

'I feel your happiness, Jonas. It's a warm glow,' Cana responds, his presence a steady anchor within m