Chapter 27

Ethan wanted to roar in glee. He wanted to beat his chest from the tallest building and shout to the world that Naomi was his mate. And even better, she loved him. She hadn't said it yet, of course, but in their moment of joining, he'd seen it. Seen how she trusted him. Seen how even despite his own misgivings about himself, she cared for him.

She'd chosen him.

It made him want to throw himself on his knees and worship her. On second thought, as her mate, he had every right to revere any part of her he desired.

How freakn' awesome.

Of course, first they needed to revive her. She lay on the bed between him and Javier, her eyes shut, her cheeks flushed and her chest still heaving.

"I guess baby here is going to need some time to recuperate," Ethan commented.

"Well, you know, she is an intellectual, not a jock like us," Javier added with a grin.