Page 78 of His Curse

Operation: Big Dog

COLT

Something as simple as holding Lark’s hand while we walk up to Vok and Cora’s house shouldn’t feel so fucking incredible, but it does.

It shouldn’t feel like the most amazing, the most beautiful, connection, the way my hand wraps around hers; the way our fingers twine, the way they mold together and fit perfectly as though my hand was created to hold hers. But it fucking does.

It’s mind boggling really, how even the slightest touch moves me so deeply, stirring that long dormant but not forgotten bond and has it springing to life in my chest, practically busting through my sternum in an explosion of joy and happiness.

It probably also shouldn’t keep my dick almost standing at full attention the way it has, not after the marathon we just had, but even something like holding my mate’s hand has him thinking about how amazing it would feel to have those delicate fingers wrapped around him, too. Especially since we’ve had sex, a ton of sex, but little time for any real exploration or getting to know each other, not in any ways other than knowing I love Lark more than life itself and her pussy fits me like a goddamn glove. But I want to know it all, knowallof her.

I want to know what makes her laugh, what makes her angry, what makes her cry happy tears or even the sad ones. I want to know all of her favorites, all of the things she despises, and everything in between. I want to know what makes Lark tick, what she’s passionate about, or what she can’t stand doing. I want to know what my Birdie looks like first thing in the morning while she’s still half out of it, and what she looks like when she’s tired and close to sleep.

Hell, I even want to know what she looks likewhileshe sleeps, but that might be a little creepy. Probably. Maybe, but I don’t care because I just want to know all of my mate, inside and out, which includes every aspect of who she was before me, after we met, and who she’ll be now that we’re together, mated as fate intended. I want everything Lark has to offer no matter how big or small, and I can’t wait to see the way she changes, the way we change and grow together. And I sure as fuck can’t wait to experience every little opportunity our life together creates and the way we take it on as a unit.

Total sap mentality but I can’t seem to give a shit because having my mate, my Birdie, with me and knowing that she is mine forever means everything is just so goddamn good right now.

And yeah, I really want to know what it feels like to have my Birdie’s hand wrapped around my cock. Her hand, her mouth, definitely her pussy again and again, and I want to know what every single inch of her beautiful body tastes like, how it all feels under my tongue and my rough meaty paws. I may be a sap for my mate but I am also a total horn dog—no pun intended—for her too. Nothing is going to change either one of those things, and something as simple as holding her hand while we walk into my brother’s home definitely isn’t going to curb that.

“Thank the fucking gods.” Ronny sighs as he gets to his feet and walks toward us, his eyes lowered and head bowed in respect. “Luna,” he addresses my mate first, as he should, those warm blue eyes smiling as they flick my way. “Alpha.”

I rollmyeyes, and give him a smirk, but still mind everything I’ve been taught. “Beta.”

Ronny rights himself, smiles big at Lark, then wraps her in his beefy arms. “I was about two seconds out from beating his ass again.”

“Oh, really?” Birdie hugs my nephew like she’s known him since he was a pup as her gaze clashes with mine. “Again, you say?”

“Oh yeah. Colt and I had it out the other day. Alpha or not, uncle or not, he was handling things like a dumbass and I wasn’t gonna stand by and let it happen.”

“So you…” Lark pushes him back and searches Ronny’s eyes then nods at what she finds. “You challenged your Alpha over me?”

The young pup blushes fiercely but keeps his head high, his chin lifted in pride. “I did. And I was ready to do it again,willdo it again, if it ever comes down to it.”

“Which it won’t.” I can’t help but smile at Ronny even though my wolf is not a fan of my nephew’s words.

I am, though. Not only am I thrilled to be back in a place I didn’t think we’d be, I’m proud as fuck of Ronny, more than I usually am, because who I am to him didn’t matter in the least because of whoLarkis to him. I honestly believe he’d whoop my ass—or try to—repeatedly if it meant knocking sense into me and defending his Luna—his aunt. Best damn Beta I could’ve asked for.

“Glad to hear it.” Ronny’s blue eyes lock with mine as he grins. “Hate to have to embarrass you in front of your mate.”

I grunt, my grin mirroring his even though I roll my eyes again. “You’re dreaming, Beta. I had you by the scruff most of that fight.”

“Bullshit,” Vok coughs as he comes strolling through the living room with Dizzy and Baby K strapped to his chest in the carrier he modified for both of them. “If I remember correctly, the only reason Ron didn’t hand you your tail was the fact that the couch broke, therefore Zan and I had to intervene.”

He places a kiss to Lark’s temple as I huff. “Yeah, well, boy has good genes.”

“Exquisite genes.” Zan smirks then smacks my ass as he walks by. “Now that we’ve cleared the air despite the pissing contest between whose wolf is prettier, perhaps we can carry on with our meeting and the very large breakfast my sister and mate have been slaving over?”

With a sigh and feeling of ease filling my chest, we follow Zan and Havok through the living room, down the hall and into Vok’s recently furnished study.

It’s basically his command center since the vampire does most of our techy shit, which cracks me up a little because he’s older than our king and his brothers, but Vok can hack better than I can—when we combine forces, it’s gold—while Milos still can’t even make a fucking pot of coffee. Throw in Kai’s inability to text and Andrej’s refusal to do anything more than set up an iPad or TV for his young, it’s a wonder they’ve lasted as long as they have in the modern world. Most of that can easily be attributed to Henrich and his enormous brain, but even the second oldest dragon isn’t much for technology outside of medical necessity, and he chalks it all up to the way they were living in Slovakia. Which was, admittedly, very old school, but Havok spent centuries living in caves and has hacked into CIA systems, so it’s a sorry excuse at best.

Something we all razz them for, but honestly, Vok and I cover all of our relativelyillegalneeds, so it works out. And it’s what makes our clan such a force to be reckoned with. We bring everything and then some to the table, and anyone who willingly fucks with us is a deadman, and Kentworth is easily at the top of that list.

Once the females are seated with heaping plates of every breakfast food known to man, and the twins are happily occupied in their play yard, I sit next to Birdie on the couch with my own meal. I watch as Vok slides into the chair behind his computer monitors while Zan starts screwing my cork board into the wall next to the gigantic TV that doubles as a way to share what’s on the Mac’s screen, and sigh because this is going to be a long day.

These two are some of the best males I know, and I’m honored to be in a clan with them, but get either one of them going on certain topics and they will not stop flapping their fucking gums.

After a few moments and a few keystrokes from Vok, an image flickers to life over the TV, and as soon as it does, Lark tenses at my side.

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