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I wipe the tear that has now stained my left cheek. I pass Ashton on the way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water, I lean on the sink and fight the urge to cry. I would never stand a chance if Carter ever meets his mate. My heart aches inside my body. I clamp my eyes shut and drink more water as I try to stop all the negative thoughts in my head.

“Peach,” I can hear Carter’s voice. He softly touches my arm. “What’s wrong, baby?” I shake my head, but I don’t look at him. I just stare ahead, wanting to forget all about what I’m feeling. “Don’t lie to me, Leandra. I can hear your thoughts.” He says as he turns me around to face him. Lifting my head to stare directly into his eyes, I give him the best smile. “I need to go say congratulations to Isabella and Liam,” I say as I try to excuse myself.

Carter was too quick and he pulls me back toward him. Hugging me tight, placing a kiss on top of my head and then my forehead. “No,” he says, looking at me with worry and caressing my cheek with his thumb. “I know what you think when you see them together, but I need you to believe me when I say I don’t care that you're not my mate. I make my own destiny, and I choose you. I just need you. Just you, Peach.”

I can’t look into his eyes because I don’t want to see the truth in them. I should feel relieved to hear that he wants me and only me, but I don’t. Because even though I want to be selfish and keep him for myself, an opportunity for a love like that should never be taken for granted. “It’s hard to watch, knowing you could never have that with me,” I say, my voice cracking. Carter’s face falls, and his eyes look sad.

“Leandra,” he whispers, holding me closer. “You know I love you. You know I want you. Peach, please just trust me. That’s all I’m asking.” His beautiful turquoise eyes plead with me, and I find myself nodding. I need to learn to trust what he says is true. “I’m sorry I’m like this.” I sigh, pausing for a second or two. “I just overthink everything sometimes, and seeing them, I jus —” Carter wraps his arms around me, and my head leans against his chest. “Shhh,” he soothes me as he rubs my back.

With my head buried in his chest, I can’t help but still feel selfish. “I’m selfish,” I say as I pull away from him. “You’re not selfish, Peach. I know it’s hard seeing mates together. It’s intense. I know I’ve seen it my whole life.” He continues to soothe me. Looking up at him, I hold his gaze. “Sucks that I’m not your mate, huh?” I hang my head after, not wanting to see what flashes in his eyes. Carter tilts my head back up to him with his fingers underneath my chin. “You have no idea what I would give to have the Moon Goddess make you my mate.”

My heart warms at his words, and I can’t help but hug him tightly. We hold each other whispering I Love You. I’m not sure how much time passes between us. “I need to go congratulate them now,” I say, and Carter nods as we both pull away.

Isabella cries, and I cry. She's getting married, and I'm happy for her. I'm happy for both of them. She deserves a happily ever after, especially after everything they had to go through.

Almost everyone has gone home now. The only ones left are the pack members that sleep in the pack house. Liam and Isabella leave to go upstairs, claiming that they're exhausted. I laugh. We all know what that’s code for, but they need one-on-one time after today's events.

Finn was in the kitchen cleaning loads of plates and cups that had piled up. I decide to help him tidy up a bit. It’s the least I could do for Isabella and Liam since they allowed me to throw the celebration here. As Finn and I make small talk, Carter waltzes into the kitchen in a pair of gray sweatpants. “Come on, Peach, come to bed,” he says as he loops around on the kitchen island and stands behind me.

“Just after I finish these last few plates,” I tell him. “Finn, go on, get some sleep. I'll help her. Don’t forget training tomorrow at four.” We all say good night, and Finn exits the kitchen heading upstairs. Carter groans behind me. His arm wraps around my waist, and his lips align with my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you look in that dress?” He says huskily.

My skin shivers, but I continue finishing the last few plates. Carter’s soft hands trail up the inside of my thigh before it rests on the outside of my panties. “I’ve been wanting to tear it off you all damn day.” He presses his fingers against my clit through the fabric of my lace panties and I suppress a moan. His fingers push my panties to the side, and he rubs his fingers against my bare wet slit. I let out a shaky moan, embarrassed by how wet I am. “I want to fuck you against this counter.” He says as he pushes two fingers into me. My fingers grip the counter. “Carter,” I moan.

“Can I, huh?” His fingers pump in and out of me slowly. My legs turn to jelly. “Yes,” I grit out. As Carter begins to go faster, I hear someone coming downstairs and approaching the kitchen. Finn stands in the doorway of the kitchen. Carter drops his arm from around my waist but still stays beside me, his hand firmly in my panties. “Oh hey, you’re still here,” he says. I drop the plate down into the sink, causing a loud thud.

Carter stops moving his fingers but keeps them inside me. My thighs clench around his fingers desperately. “Hey, yup, still here,” Carter says, almost too confident. I look up at Carter, and his eyes are dark with desire. The corners of his lips twitch up, giving me a knowing smirk. Finn’s eyes flick to me, and I force a smile. “Hey,” I say hoarsely. Carter begins to move his fingers inside me again. I almost let out a squeal, but I bite down on my tongue hard causing it to bleed.

Finn walks around to the fridge as he starts to talk to Carter about the training, but I couldn’t focus because Carter was still pumping his fingers in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. My mouth hangs open as I breathe deeply. Carter removes his fingers and pinches my clit, making me jump slightly. Finn turns his attention to me and furrows his eyebrows. “You okay, Leandra?” He questions. I purse my lips and nod. I can’t speak right now. Out the corner of my eye, I can see Carter's smirk. He was killing me.

“Well, I’m going to bed. I just came to get some water. I will see you guys in the morning.” He says before exiting the kitchen. “Night,” Carter calls after him. Removing his fingers from my panties. I wash and dry the last plate, drying my hands with a towel. Grabbing Carter by the waistband, he slams me into the counter. His lips cover mine as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“There’s no way we’re doing it here if people are still awake,” I murmur against his lips. Carter kisses me forcefully again, reaching down to hoist me up around his waist. “Guess I’ll just fuck you on the couch.” He says gruffly which makes my core clench. Slapping my ass, I was soaking wet; I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. When we get to the living room, he sets me down on the couch, removes my dress and panties, and kisses my skin as he goes.

Then he bends me over the sofa and pushes me down onto all fours. His thumb slips down my slit, and I instantly arch my back. Carter slides his fingers inside me and begins to move quickly. I cry out in pleasure, my hands tightening around the fabric of the couch. “Come for me, Peach,” he says as he vigorously finger fucks me. His long fingers continuously touch my G-spot, causing me to moan his name. His other hand smacks my ass, causing my skin to burn up in pleasure. I begin to clench around his fingers letting go.

I come all over his fingers, my body shaking against the couch, Carter flips me over on the couch so I’m looking up at him. He pulls my lips slightly with his thumb.

“Open,” he demands roughly.

My mouth immediately opens, and Carters slides his two fingers covered in my cum into my mouth. I don’t even wait for his next command. I wrap my lips around his fingers as I suck and swirl my tongue cleaning them. I maintain eye contact with him.

One of his hands comes up to delicately rub my nipple. Carter watches me in awe before he rips his fingers from my mouth. “Fuck,” he grunts. I watch as he pulls down his sweatpants and positions himself against me. Entering me in one hard thrust. We moan at the feeling. He fucks me long and hard against the couch. Making me cry and scream out his name with every orgasm he gives me, not caring who can hear me. Carter thrusts into me one last time as I feel his seed spill inside me, coating my walls with his cum.

I was never going to forget this night.

As I enter the training facility with Isabella, we see our men doing God’s work. Who knew working out could be so hot? I sit on the bleachers as I watch him put on gloves making his way over to the bag. All I can do is stare at how his muscles flex, how the sweat rolls down his body.

Holy Fuck!

I’m getting wet just looking at him.

Damn, who would have thought I would be jealous of a boxing bag? But damn, do I want him to pound my pussy like that.

I watch him hit the bag for another five minutes before he jumps into the ring. Liam is in the ring with him but has protective gear around his stomach and hands. A group of warriors have started to make their way around the outside of the ring to observe what's about to happen. Carter gets ready and starts slowly showing the young warriors what a jab is. He then shows them what a cross and a hook are—followed by an uppercut and overhead. Carter then shows the warriors what a slip is and a weave. After doing them a few more times, he prepares to show them what it looks like when sparring or fighting.

He starts to get into position, giving Liam a smirk as he mouths, “You ready big guy” Liam smirks and motions to bring it on. Carter starts with an uppercut combination. Jab-Cross-Right Hook-Slip-Uppercut. Followed by a Jab-Cross-Hook-Body Shot -Uppercut. He continues with a Jab-Hook-Uppercut. He then shows the warriors a Jab-Right Hook-Left Hook-Uppercut and does a Jab-Body Shot-Uppercut.

Fuck!

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