Page 61 of Wedding for My Werewolf

The flash of Baldwin’s fangs was answer enough, and she groaned. Her mate had not been happy about the girls’ night at the Moonshine Tavern and he would be even less happy if Baldwin told him someone had tried to touch her. She darted a quick look at the door, half-expecting, half-hoping to see Eric come storming in. She told herself she wasn’t disappointed when the door remained firmly closed.

“Let’s get you out of the danger zone,” Nichola said, guiding her back to their table.

Alison was still nursing her one glass of wine, Elara was giggling to herself, and Posy had her head on her hand, a dreamy smile on her face. Nichola looked at the four of them and shook her head.

“I think my work here is done. Time to start delivering you home to your mates.”

“But you don’t have a mate,” she protested. “Thash so sad. You should talk to Flora.”

Nichola shuddered.

“No, thank you. Although I might need to spend a little time with a werewolf. Or two.”

She followed the troll’s gaze and saw Baldwin giving her friend a hungry look. She giggled again.

“Are you going to let the wolf eat you up? Did you know they can make their tongueth longer? “

“Really?” Nichola gave her a wicked smile. “That sounds promising, but home first. Up you get.”

At least all of them were capable of walking this time, which was an improvement over the previous time, but they didn’t have far to go.

Eric was pacing outside the door while their other mates were on the deck by the river, talking to someone in the water.

“Ooh, is that Sam?” she asked as a tentacle flashed in the moonlight. She’d yet to meet the mysterious kraken who lived in the river.

“Yes, it is and no, you’re not going over there,” he said sternly. “In your condition you’re likely to fall in the river and you’re my little bird, not my little fish.”

“I’m fine,” she said, and promptly tripped over her feet.

He caught her of course, then picked her up and cradled her against his chest. She nuzzled his neck, nipping at his skin, and he groaned.

“If you keep that up, we won’t even make it home.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do. It’s too cold for you. We’ll save outdoor fun for the summertime.”

“Are you going to chathe me?” she giggled.

“Absolutely.”

He started to kiss her, then growled.

“Did someone touch you?”

“Nope. Pack hangout, remember?”

He opened his mouth, then shook his head. “I’d probably rather not know.”

The rest of her friends and their mates had already dispersed, and Nichola gave her a cheery wave before heading back into the Tavern.

“I told her she should let a wolf eat her up,” she giggled as they started back towards the cabin, and his eyes started to glow.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.”

“What if I want to eat you up inshtead?” she whispered and her sure-footed mate almost stumbled.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he growled, but he didn’t sound upset about the prospect.

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