Chapter Fifty-three - Deacon

Deacon pulled up to the front of the motor lodge, his mood lighter than it had ever been since the death of his sister, since he ran away to join the Army. Last night was wonderful, just lying there, his arms wrapped around Purity, her flesh pressed against his as they basked in the intensity that was them at the moment. They made love over and over, long into the night, until both collapsed on the bed exhausted. When they woke, they started all over again until his stomach growled of hunger drowned out the howling of the wolf within him. He knew what his wolf wanted, but even as much as Deacon already cared for Purity, he wasn’t ready to make that major of a move yet.