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    When he slid a second finger inside her, she lost it. “Faster,” she said against his mouth. “Please.”
    She grabbed Xavier’s wrist and squeezed, guiding him into a faster pace. He growled and gave it to her. Hard and fast and frantic, he thrust into her. His kisses became harder too, catching her lips in his teeth as he nipped and licked at her. With a final thrust of his hand, he sent her up and then crashing over.
    Laurel held on tight, her hips rocking as the aftershocks continued. Xavier stroked her softly, encouraging her to take her time riding them out. When she finally stilled, he was there, his kisses soft now. Inviting. Comforting. Easy.
    Laurel’s limbs felt liquid. She hugged him, smiling as she stroked his scruffy cheek. Xavier was right, and they would fix each other. They had to; there was no going back for her.
    Claiming or no, she was his.

    T he sun had already dipped behind the mountains, throwing shadows over the parking lot as Laurel followed Xavier onto the deck at Mack’s. She understood now why no one else bothered to use the deck out here. Only shifters wouldn’t be bothered by the drastic temperature drop when the sun went down. Even in August, it was chilly with the sun gone.
    Her hand was in Xavier’s as she walked. She spotted the Wilde crew at their usual table but stalled when she noticed Lucas wasn’t in his seat. He’d moved to the far end, leaving her the empty chair beside his alpha. Her heart panged, and she blinked back an unexpected tear.
    “You all right?” Xavier asked in her ear.
    “Better than,” she assured him. Who knew it could feel like this to have friends? To be accepted.
    Lucas caught her eye. She smiled over at him in thanks as she slid into the chair Xavier held out for her. He ducked his head but not before she caught a returned smile of his own.
    “Mr. and Mrs. Alpha have arrived,” Jake announced.
    Xavier scowled as he took his seat but squeezed her hand.
    “Fucking finally,” Harley muttered before draining his beer. “I’m starving.”
    All of them already had a mug set in front of them, including her.
    “I ordered you what’s on tap,” Nash said. “If you don’t like it, I’ll drink it.”
    “Shit. I already called it,” Jake put in.
    Laurel smiled across the table first at Nash and then Jake. “This is great, thanks.” She held her mug up and gulped while the boys looked on with widening eyes.
    “Daaamn. Mrs. Alpha can drink,” Jake said in awe.
    Laurel emptied the mug and set it down, wiping the corner of her mouth as delicately as she could. She peeked at Xavier, self-conscious now. She’d been parched after their little interlude in his truck but wondered if maybe she should’ve sipped instead.
    Xavier blinked, shaking his head as if to clear it. “That was…”
    “Unladylike?” she finished, wincing.
    “Impressive as hell,” he said and planted a smacking kiss on her lips.
    The crew applauded her. Even Harley clapped three times before scowling at her again.
    Laurel laughed, the relief and happiness at their acceptance was so overwhelming. Laughing was better than crying, she told herself. And she was tempted to do both. Geez, how had she lived this long without friends?
    A face across the deck caught her attention. She looked over and went still. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she recognized Scott, her assistant. He stood near the door, half-turned like he’d been headed inside. He looked frozen in place, just as shocked to see her.
    “Laurel?” Xavier’s voice called her back, but she couldn’t take her eyes from the wiry man’s face.
    Scott’s shock turned slowly to confusion. His brow wrinkled, and he swept a look over the rest of the crew before returning to her. Laurel stood quickly, almost knocking her chair over in the process. Lucas caught it like he had with Xavier’s the other day. She ignored him, ignored them all, and rushed to Scott just as he disappeared inside the bar.
    “Scott!”