Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“We’ve got you, Aurelia,” Vemar murmured, steel in his voice. “We’re right here. You tell us when we should let you go.”
“No, that’s not protocol,” Hadriel hissed. “We need to—”
“I don’t give two shits about protocol,” Vemar growled. “We go when she says we go. Guard the asshole, always.”
We walked between the fires, and a hush fell over the crowd. Then I saw him, a little beyond the fires as Hadriel had said, standing with the king and queen in a black suit that was practically molded to his delicious body. He turned his head when the king stopped speaking, finally seeing me walk toward him.
The world fell away when I saw his handsome face. He wore his tie loose like the others, and no belt. He also stood barefoot, his pant legs just that little bit longer to make that seem normal. He turned around fully then, pulling his focus away from the king and queen and giving me his undivided attention.
I nodded at Vemar, and he and Hadriel drifted away to either side as Weston scanned my face and then raked his gaze down my body. When it hit my sash, his eyes widened and his gaze snapped back up. Surprise and warmth rushed through the bond, followed by hard love and unshakable devotion.
He took several steps toward me to close the gap between us and cupped my face in his hands.
“You are my chosen,” he said. The way he said it, in a loud, clear voice, seemed like a ritual or ceremony. His gaze was rooted to mine as his thumbs softly stroked down my cheeks. “My true mate. My beloved. I will die to protect you, Aurelia, and work every day to make you happy. I love you more than words can say, and I am honored that you have chosen me as your mate.”
He didn’t kiss me. Hunger burned in his eyes.
“I see you remembered my favorite color,” he said softly, for me alone. He was going to be really surprised at the Moonfire Lily label.
“We can take turns now,” I replied. “One of us can be levelheaded and the other bold. One of us rational while the other takes risks. We can balance each other. Tonight, you can be the dirty, dark, devious alpha, and I’ll be the submissive good girl, doing as her alpha says.”
His breath hitched, and his fingers slipped down to my neck and tightened as he stared at my lips hungrily. I let my arms fall to my sides, fully under his control as my desire burned through me. I didn’t care that people were watching, just like I hadn’t cared before. When I was with him, it didn’t seem to matter. He was all I noticed, all I focused on. With him, I didn’t deny myself, because I knew I’d be protected no matter what happened.
“What do you crave, Little Wolf?” he asked, his voice deep and dark. He pushed up my chin with a thumb before kissing down my throat.
“You, Weston,” I moaned. “I crave you.”
He tsked, shaking his head. “What do you crave, Little Wolf? What do you need from your alpha?”
He dragged his lips first down one side of my neck and then the other, sucking in my flesh. One hand slid down my chest, cupping a breast before sliding down and around to my ass. He gripped a handful.
“Tell me.” His voice was riddled with power.
“I need my alpha’s thick cock deep inside of me while he stamps me with his mark, claiming me. Ruin me for every other male, Weston. Make me yours.”
“You are mine!” He ripped my head to the side while bending, and sank his teeth into my shoulder. His magic tingled as it worked over my skin and then down into my bones. Heat pooled low. I needed his touch, his cock.
Chapter 39
Aurelia
Without thinking, I worked at his tie, loosening it further before going after his buttons. They came away easily, as they were not buttons, just snaps. His pants were next as he ripped the sash from my waist, his teeth still in my shoulder.
“Yes, Weston,” I groaned, shoving at his pants and taking his cock into my hand. “Yes. Take me.”
I stroked as he pulled his teeth from my flesh so he could pull the tie over his head and toss it away. He yanked off the shirt and jacket next, then stepped out of his pants, making me lose contact with his shaft, before slowing a little as he reached my dress. He stood naked before me, a dribble of my blood down his chin, a god among men.
Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the top of my dress. A cough sounded somewhere, and it reminded me of everyone watching. I nearly looked around to see how many as reality started to seep into this strange dream state.