Ciara’s POV
We reached the tree line behind my house, our wolves looking like drowned, soggy balls of fur. The rainy weather continued its summer afternoon assault from the blackened skies. Our wolves shake the water out of their fur. I know both our wolves have enjoyed playing with each other, but I feel all mentally pruney.
I shift under one of the big oak trees, and Owen does the same. He pushes me up against the tree before sliding his hands down my naked hips. His soaked beard and lips brush against the crook of my neck, licking up the beads of rain. I moan in delight. “Owen,” it comes out in a breathless whisper. I snake my arms around his waist, loving the feeling of the mate bond sparks as our skin touches.
“Asher wants me to tell you that your wolf, Ember, is stunning.” His li
