Page 172 of Conner's Luna

I pick Bailey up and kiss her. "I love you. I hope she goes back home to Puerto Rico soon. I love you."

Bailey laughs. "I love you, too. She will. She can't be away from her island for too long."

"Wilkinson's death raises more questions than answers," Uncle Alex rubs the bridge of his nose. "I have to call Devel."

Carmichael slaps his back. "Live to fight another day, ey,Jefe?"

I kiss Bailey again as we join the crowd walking into the packhouse. I can smell dinner, most likely Aunt Cassie's cooking.

"Congratulations, Alpha, Luna," one of the ClearHowl says as we walk by.

I meet Bailey's twinkling, magical eyes. "Shit."

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Epilogue - The 60%

4 years later

Bailey

"Conner, stop it," I beg in my hubby's ear while he teases me mercilessly. Jerk.

"Aw, honeygirl," he croons. He slaps my bum and rocks into me gently, just a tiny bit deeper. "You need something?"

"I need you tomove!" I hiss furiously. I wriggle helplessly while he effortlessly holds me steady against the wall. "Damnit, Conner!"

"You've been bad," he murmurs to me. In the dark, his eyes glow. "Stressed out. Yesterday you missed breakfast." I huff irritability and he smacks me again. "Hush," he scolds. "You need to relax."

"I want to," I whine a little, "but you're such a mean brute!" Insulting him typically gets the job done.

"Not mean to my honey," he grunts. He lifts me and lets me fall. My legs start to shake with tension. His thumbs ghost over my body, more teasing that I don't need right now. "Honeygirl, tell me what you want. Be real specific, my smart girl." I see the beads of sweat glistening on his skin, the lust growing in his eyes. I tighten my thighs around his hips and lock my ankles.

Growling a little, I huff, "I want you to use that enormous dick of yours to fuck me properly."

"All you have to do is ask," he says hoarsely. His hands press more fully. His open mouth takes mine with a carnal kiss. Canting his hips, he takes full advantage of the wall behind me to pound into me, his muscles flexing and shuddering while I cling to him.

"Conner, please," I gasp out.

"Yeah, baby. Ride my cock, sweetheart. Right there." Grunting, he reaches down between us and pinches my clit.

I come screaming his name. My legs violently shake. I hear the clatter of something metal. If he wasn't holding me against the wall I would collapse in a heap on the dirty floor.

"Fuck, Bailey," he grunts, unloading deep into me. I clench my muscles the way he likes, enjoying the show when his eyes practically roll to the back of his head.

"Mommy?" An imperious, impatient knock rattles me to my bones.

"Conner!" I hiss softly. He just groans and buries his head in my hair to inhale my scent deeply. I smack his shoulder. "Conner! Our daughter is outside!"

After what seems like forever, Conner lifts his head with a louder groan.

"Daddy? You ‘Kay? Where's Mommy?"

"How did she find us?" Conner asks me quietly.

"Daddy! Unca Brax said you in there!"

"I'm going to kill him," Conner rasps out, but his broad shoulders are shaking in silent laughter.

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