"I'm close," I said frantically as I took his lips in a violent kiss.
"Bite me," he demanded against my lips. "Now."
As I sunk my fangs into the smooth skin of his shoulder he did the same to me. Blinding color ripped across my vision as I screamed in ecstasy. My body tightened like a vise around him and the sounds that came from deep in his chest prolonged my orgasm almost to the point of pain. His roar as he came got tangled with my scream. I dropped my head to his chest and gasped for air. Hank held me tight and whispered words of love in my ear. Everything was right with my world.
I didn't care who wanted me dead or that I hadn't found a wedding dress or that Were Cows were something that existed. I was in the arms of the man I loved more than my own life. Tomorrow would be a new day, but this very moment was perfection.
"I'm dead," I grunted. "I'm fairly sure you just screwed me to death."
His chuckle made me grin, but I was too wrecked to pick up my head to glare at him.
"You feel alive to me," he said as he sat me on the shower bench and proceeded to gently wash my entire body—including my hair.
"You are a keeper," I mumbled and he rinsed me and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
I watched him clean himself with the same efficiency he used in his daily life. If I'd had the energy I would have copped a feel, but all I could do was sit back and enjoy the show—and it was a very good show.
"We have twenty minutes to get ready before we leave for the ceremony." Hank exited the shower and handed me a fluffy bath sheet. "You gonna be able to walk out of there?" he inquired with a cocky grin.
I was still a useless but very satisfied noodle. I stuck my tongue out at him as I gingerly rose and followed him into our bedroom.
"How dressy are we going?" I asked as I pawed through my closet.
"Just wear something that will be easy to take off for the shift," he said as he pulled on some loose pants and a collared shirt.
He could make a garbage bag look hot.
"Okay." I grabbed a sundress that was easy to slip out of and stepped into my Prada sandals. I considered flip-flops, but that kind of hurt my soul. My legs looked far better in heels and even though I was a wanted woman, I planned on going out in style.
"Oh," Hank said absently as he twisted one of my wet curls in his fingers. "I was able to procure an invite for Dwayne."
"Oh my god." I laughed. "This could turn out to be a shit show."
Hank's grin made my heart flip. "You are correct, my mate."
I shook my head and grabbed my purse. "Did you tell him not to bring the faux fur?"
"Of course not." Hank laughed. "I can't wait to see the elder's faces when he pulls that baby out."
"You're really bad," I said with a light punch to his arm.
"Actually," he said with a smirk, "I'm really good."
I giggled and gave him a kiss. I certainly couldn't argue with that logic.
Chapter 5
"Um, Dwayne, what in the Hell are you wearing?" I asked as I took in his ensemble.
"Drawstring gauchos and a spandex tear-away halter top," he answered. "You like?"
"Is that a trick question?" I asked as I bit back my giggle.
"Doll face," Dwayne informed me with raised brows, "this is all the rage right now. I'll let you borrow the gauchos whenever, but I'll probably destroy the top when I tear it from my body later."
"Thanks, but I'll pass," I mumbled as I glanced around the clearing.
"Where are the boys?" Dwayne asked, referring to Hank and Junior.
"At the big house with their dad getting ready," I told him.
We were on Hank and Junior's parents' property. The Wilsons owned several hundred acres of the most beautiful and lush land on the island. Magic hung thick in the air and I wrapped my arms around my waist and breathed it in. My wolf itched to come out and play. I hadn't shifted enough lately. Hank, Granny and I had shifted in Jamaica and played on the beach twice while Dwayne kept watch, but it wasn't the same as shifting with my Pack.
"OMG," Dwayne whispered. "You should get married here. It's fabu."
"You know what? You're right. This place is perfect," I told a delighted Dwayne truthfully. "I'll have to ask… "
"Ester?" an imperious female voice demanded. "Is that you over there skulking with the Vampyre?"
"Damn it," I hissed and wondered if I could make a break for it. I'd hate to miss Junior's ceremony, but dealing with Junior and Hank's mom was tantamount to a living hell.
"Do you want me to mind meld her?" Dwayne asked with wide eyes.
She clearly scared him too. I shook my head and stepped bravely in front of my BFF.
"Hello, Mrs. Wilson," I choked out as I glanced around wildly for Hank, Granny or Junior.
All the Weres in the immediate vicinity stopped what they were doing and watched. Several pushed each other out of the way to get a better view.
Crapballs.
"From what I understand you'll be calling me mother soon—not that anyone bothered to inform me," she purred silkily as her eyes flashed with anger and her fists clenched at her sides.
There was excited whispering amongst the Pack as they waited for a showdown.
"Does she have any daughters?" Dwayne asked frantically in my head. My very pissed soon to be mother-in-law's fangs descended, much to the delight of the crowd.