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Every drop is mine. I growl against her, the wolf in me awakened, my claws scraping her thighs as I lick her through her first orgasm—the first of many, if I have anything to say about it.
My cock is throbbing, fully aroused and erect without a touch, just from tasting her. Feeling her pleasure through the bond is enough to make me spill over the edge, and I’m too lost in her to care.
Her legs wrap around my head, pulling me closer, forcing me to keep tasting until she shakes out another orgasm. This time, her pleasure becomes mine, washing over me with a shuddering moan.
Heat warms the fabric of my boxers as I spill my seed onto nothing.
I pant against her, kissing the side of her thigh and closing my eyes as her vise grip on my head releases.
“Mac,” she whines. “My mate. I need you to fuck me.”
“I can’t.” I stand up, guiding her hand to my wet underwear. “Look what you did to me.”
“Oh!”
“You’re just going to have to wait.” I smirk and lean down, kissing her on the mouth. “Tonight. It will be worth the wait, I promise.”
Tonight, when everyone knows she’s mine, and that I’m hers. I can fuck her without worrying about anyone hearing. I can claim her as many times as she’ll let me.
It will be worth it for me, too. Soon. So soon.
Chapter 32
Aspen
My dress came together justin time. I finish making it the day before the party, but there are always a few last-minute adjustments. Wearing one of my designs feels like the perfect way to start this new phase of my life.
Today is about Mac and me, but we’re painting a bigger picture than that. My designs being in the spotlight is part of that.
My gown is cream rather than the traditional white dress, because nothing about our wedding is traditional. I wouldn’t want it to be. I’ve been thinking about my wedding since I was small, but it was never conventional.
The lace is made of white gold, and the bust is a corset-style with no straps, perfect for showcasing the glitter on my collarbones. It suits me with its glitz and glamour, but it fits our backyard wedding just as well. Pink and gold flowers rest in my hair, which is braided in a crown that wraps around my head. A single pearl hangs from the white ribbon on my neck, and more pearls dangle from my ears.
Mac is right under the apple tree—myfavoriteapple tree, and one that has so much meaning for the two of us. Istill remember the morning after we first made love, him tackling me under the tree…
And we made love again, and again.
The party is just that—a party, a celebration of our love. There are no vows, and no priestesses. We already received a blessing from Aphrodite, and we don’t need anything more.
I stride through the party with Rowan and my other sisters behind me. They lift the train of my dress as I walk toward my husband, peering around the crowd that’s gathered for me—forus.
Seeing so many familiar faces makes me warm inside.
Seth Bautista is the only one bold enough to stop me. Our neighbor has always been quite talkative, and he hasn’t had a chance to speak with me since I arrived home.
“Aspen!” Seth gasps. “You look so pretty.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I’m happy you could make it. I hope you’ve been enjoying the drinks.”
“Oh, I have been. The pink one is great! It’s giving me a good buzz.”
The pink drink is just strawberry lemonade. No alcohol, no magic. There’s a chance Seth doesn’t realize that, but if it makes him happy, who am I to point it out?
I nod. “Sorry. I can’t linger for long,” I say. “I’m looking for…”
My gaze falls on Mac. He still stands under the apple tree, off to the side, alone. I suppose he is alone in this town, but in time, he’ll be right at home.
I already saw his suit—black, but with a soft pink tie, a perfect match for the flowers in my hair. Seeing him is different now. Him wearing the suit in the boutique was one thing, but now… sunlight shines onto his golden brown hair, and his expression lights up for me—all for me.
