Page 62 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“You’ll like it.”

“Oh, little bird. I already do.”

He kissed her and his kiss tasted like forever.

Two weeks later…

Robin woke slowly,her body deliciously sore and aching in all the right places. Even after all their nights together, the knot still surprised her every time.

She reached for Eric, but found the bed empty and opened her eyes.

“I’m already up, little bird. How do you feel?”

He grinned at her as he carried in a tray of coffee and pancakes and set it on the nightstand.

“Wonderful.” She blushed as she noticed all the little bite marks on his neck. “I guess I got a little carried away last night.”

“You can get carried away like that any time. I love having your mouth on me. Everywhere,” he added, his eyes glowing.

“You did seem to enjoy it.” She blushed again, remembering the way he’d groaned when she wrapped her lips around him.

“Very much. And I’m more than happy to return the favor. Anytime.”

He bent down and nuzzled her mating bite. She shivered happily, then shot a quick glance at the clock and winced.

“I guess that’s going to have to wait or I’ll be late for work.”

“Don’t worry. I talked to Garrick and he was fine with switching to Thursday this week.”

She still worked for the big gargoyle but the mansion was finally in good enough condition that she only needed to spend a few days a week there. She’d started sketching again on her free days and spent a surprising amount of time with Marjorie, involved in Pack matters. Ever since the night of the Winter Festival, they had accepted her as one of the Pack. It certainly helped that Lila had slunk out of town.

“That’s nice, but why? Is this some kind of special occasion?”

He paced over to the window and back, and she frowned. He was rarely that restless any more. But then he flashed her his devastating smile and her worries disappeared.

“Well, let’s see. It’s been six weeks since you agreed to be my mate.”

“A wonderful six weeks,” she interrupted and he grinned.

“Agreed. You’ve transferred all of Martin’s stolen money back to the company.”

Since her signature was on everything, it had turned out to be surprisingly easy.

“Kendrick is on the run,” he continued and she couldn’t help smiling. There was a certain poetic justice to the fact that now he was the hunted criminal.

“Those are all good reasons to celebrate,” she agreed.

“But that’s not all.”

He climbed onto the bed next to her and drew her into his arms. She snuggled happily against him, stroking her fingers down his chest and toying with the waistband of his jeans. He immediately started to stiffen beneath the denim, but he captured her hand in his.

“Stop distracting me.”

She waited, but he didn’t say anything else, just played with her fingers.

“Eric, what’s going on?”

“I have a confession to make,” he said slowly, darting a quick glance at her with those golden eyes, but for once she couldn’t read his expression.

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