Page 114 of Wolf.e
It’s time.
I watch as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket and reads my message.
Queen
Already?
Unless you want me to hurt you more than I need to?
Brinley rolls her eyes across the room and turns to face me just as Shelly pops up beside me. Instantly quelling my already thickening cock.
“You’re gonna marry that one, aren’t ya?” she asks, nudging me with her frail elbow.
“Me? Marriage?” I ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, Shell, you know me,” I add.
“Yeah, I do.” She winks. “Got what you asked for.” Shelly hands me the cut I had made last week fromRacine Leather Co.the finest shop in Savannah, and I hold it up and smile. The buttery black leather with the Hounds of Hell insignia in the center and theProperty of Wolfescroll under it is exactly what I wanted for her. On the front over her heart is her very own patchWolfe’s Queen, and under it, a smaller patch that saysSoldier of Bedlam. A patch she earned when she killed Jake and Marco, saving my life.
It’s perfect and it’s going to look hot as fuck on her.
“I also know you don’t look at women like that. Ever. I just want fair warning so I have plenty of time to help plan another wedding is all.” Shelly pats my back. “Both of you are down a mama,” she adds.
I pull her tighter into the side hug. Shelly is, in fact, the closest thing I have to a mother.
I kiss the top of her head then let her go. “Promise I’ll give you lots of time.”
“Lots of time for what?” Brinley asks, approaching us.
“To torment me with those fucking jeans,” I say, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her.
Shelly scampers off muttering something about us getting a room.
“What’s this?” Brinley asks when I back up, looking down to the fresh leather in my hand.
I hold it out, Brinley raises an eyebrow and motions to take it, but I don’t let it go just yet.
“It’s an announcement to everyone who looks your way that you’re mine, and if you put it on right now, you don’t take it off,” I tell her quietly so no one else can hear me. “And you wear it while I makeeverypart of you mine.”
Brinley doesn’t even hesitate, she bites her bottom lip in a grin and reaches out to take it, then holds it up. I watch her, taking in the detail of the embroidery and the patches on the front.
Her eyes flick to mine in question as her finger runs over the Soldier patch.
“You took lives for the good of the club. You earned it,” I tell her. “And if I do my job right, you won’t have to do that ever again.”
She nods. I can see the question in her eyes before she asks, “You wear it as pride for who you’ve killed?”
I shake my head no. “We don’t wear that patch to boast, we wear it to remind ourselves that we’re bonded, that there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. Nothing comes beforethis brotherhood. This family.” I watch as she takes what I say at face value and doesn’t question it, slinking one arm in and then the other. Her eyes stay on mine the whole time. It’s a perfect fit, and when she fluffs her hair and turns to look at me over one shoulder, I know this woman was meant for me.
“How do I look?” she asks, knowing full well I’m about to bend her over the table she’s standing in front of. Brinley Rose Beaumont looks like a future I didn’t know I was missing, and as my body begs to touch her, I feel the warmth only she can bring spread through me, filling me with the truth.
I grab Brinley by her hips and pull her to me, wanting her to understand as I whisper in her ear, “Like everything I never knew I wanted. Like you’remine.”
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“Just relax,” I tell Brinley ten minutes later as I spread her ass cheeks wide, willing my cock to stand down. I have to leave, I’m already almost late but my cock doesn’t understand that at the moment with her bent over in front of me wearing her cut.
I run my hand along the small of her back and I’ve never been so fucking desperate to take her.
“Never thought this was how I’d deal with a traumatic day. But what can I say, you keep things interesting,” she says over her shoulder.
