Page 51 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“We’ll wait,” he growled. “But make no mistake—you’re mine, Robin. Bite or no bite.”

The conviction in his voice sent warmth spreading through her chest. She’d spent so long running, so long being nobody to anyone, that his words felt like an anchor in a storm. His certainty wrapped around her like a shield, making her feel protected and cherished in a way she’d never experienced before.

His knot finally eased and he slipped free of her. They both groaned as her pussy clenched, as if trying to hold him inside. She couldn’t help feeling a little sad as he moved off her. She didn’t want to be apart from him, not even for a second.

“Shhh, little bird.”

He curled around her, pulling her against his warm chest, one arm draped across her waist.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

His breath was warm against her skin, and the heat of his body lulled her. Exhaustion pressed down on her and her eyelids drifted closed. She snuggled back against him, safe and happy.

She woke to an empty bed and the smell of something delicious. She climbed out of bed, wincing a little at the soreness between her legs, and took a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up.

As she walked out into the living room to investigate that tantalizing smell, she noticed that he’d fixed the door while she slept. She found him in the kitchen, a wooden spoon in his hand. He smiled as she walked in, the same smile that lit up his face and made his eyes glow and she smiled back, ridiculously happy.She walked over and leaned against him as he put his arms around her.

“Are you sore?” he asked softly.

“Maybe just a little.”

“Then I cooked the right thing.”

“What is it? It smells delicious.”

“It’s an old family recipe. My grandmother swore it could cure any ailment.”

“What’s in it?”

“I can’t tell you. Then it wouldn’t work.”

He winked at her and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t get enough of his playful side, which only seemed to come out for her.

“Well, I trust you. What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. Just sit down.”

He’d made soup, rich and warming and redolent with spices, warming her all the way down.

“This is amazing,” she said, devouring it hungrily.

“I’m glad you like it. It contains ginger and turmeric, both good for healing.”

“You’re very thoughtful.”

She blushed as his golden eyes gleamed.

“Maybe it’s because I can’t wait for you to heal. I don’t want to keep my hands off you, little bird.”

“Maybe I don’t want you too.”

He started to lean towards her, then sighed and sat back.

“We need to give you time to recover.”

She gave him a playful pout, and he grinned and changed the subject.

“I do have some good news. I checked and whatever Kendrick might have threatened, he never reported you. There aren’t any outstanding arrest warrants for you.”

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