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counter to get his glasses, where she’d placed them the evening before. When he put them on, the room went blurry.
    “Holy shit.”
    Dewi, who’d been on her way back, dashed around the corner and into the kitchen, immediately tense, on alert. “What? What’s wrong?”
    He laughed and pulled his glasses off, examining them. “No, it’s okay.” He looked around the room and it struck him that for the first time in as long as he could remember, everything appeared crystal clear to him without his glasses.
    Glasses on, blurry. Off, clear.
    “Damn.” He looked at her. “My eyes are…working.”
    “What?”
    He nodded and looked around. “I can see without my glasses. I mean, I could see without them before, but everything used to be blurry. I couldn’t even read without them.” He walked over to the canister of coffee still sitting on the counter and read the label without any hesitation. “I’ve worn glasses since grade school. This is incredible.”
    She smiled. “Perk of being mated to a Prime Alpha wolf,” she teased.
    “You knew this would happen?”
    “No, but it’s not unusual for mates to go through some subtle changes.”
    “Getting perfect eyesight back isn’t exactly subtle.” He turned to her and started to speak when Badger burst through the door to the garage, plastic bags in his arms.
    He’d already started to scream, “Dew—” when he lumbered to a stop and looked at them. “Oh. I see ye already know Beck’s here.”
    “Yeah,” she said. “They met.”
    Beck stepped over and took some of the groceries from the older man. “Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt him. Just scared the crap out of him.”
    Badger breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know. I’d hate for her to have to kill ye. Someone help me unload the truck and I’ll get breakfast started since yer all standing around uninjured and being lazy and all.”
    Beck volunteered, leaving Ken and Dewi alone in the kitchen. She turned and wrapped her arms around him even as she seductively ground her hips against his. “Let’s take our coffee upstairs and get a shower.”
    It amazed him how instinctive it felt letting his hands stroke her ass. And he loved the look of her wearing his shirt. “You don’t want to take a shower,” he teased. “You want to nail me in the shower.”
    She grinned. “Guilty.” This time, he caught a hint of playful wolf in the expression. “Who says you can’t read my mind yet?”

    * * * *

    He didn’t bother trying to resist her when she wanted to make love in the shower.
    Hell, he didn’t want to resist her.
    He took her against the shower wall as steam filled the bathroom. He tried to go slow and take his time, but she felt too damn good and begged him to fuck her hard and fast.
    He obliged.
    Somehow, he managed to hold his climax back until after he felt her release start. Then he let loose, moaning with her, his cheek pressed against her wet hair as water rained down on them. They stood there under the spray for a moment, motionless.
    “You okay?” she asked.
    He smiled. “Yeah. I’m okay.” He kissed her, enjoying the way her body seemed to perfectly mold to the shape of his. They stood like that for a few minutes until she reluctantly stepped away after giving him a kiss. She grabbed her razor and gel and started shaving.
    Watching her shave her legs fascinated him. She looked amused. “What?”
    He knew he wore a goofy grin and didn’t care. “I like watching you.” How did he admit he’d never had this experience before? That he had never showered with a woman before.
    Never had a blissful morning after to enjoy before.
    Her bashful smile warmed his heart. He knelt, reached out, and stroked her now smooth leg. “I love everything about you. Even watching you do this. Does that sound stupid?”
    “No, I think it’s sweet.” She looked at him. “I like it.”
    His fingers stroked her smooth flesh, over the rounded, hard bump of her ankle, up her calf. “I