Page 36 of Forced Wolf Bride

I look at him, and he takes my hands. "You’re getting the mating ceremony you deserve in front of your friends and new family. If you'll have me?"

Tears suddenly choke my throat, but I manage to nod and say, "Oh, Diego, of course."

My tears fall as he steps forward to embrace me, much to the crowd's delight. "Quinn, you have my wolf and my heart." And then, he speaks louder to the crowd. "This is your home, your pack, and our future."

The dark witch steps forward and quiets the excited crowd to perform the ceremony. It's all symbolic, as the words have already been spoken, but it means so much more. As I look at Diego, I see a man transformed. Though he was always handsome, he now exudes life and light. When he holds Savannah, I see the love in his eyes as pure as any could be imagined.

He has my whole heart.

The ceremony concludes, and I'm swept into his arms again in a passionate kiss that I know promises so much heat later. The afternoon spills into an evening with dancing and the arrival of a very special cake, which was the real reason Saffy had waited for the delivery.

"We're going to head off, get Rose to bed," Gina says, embracing me. "Such a perfect day!"

"I'll walk you out,” I say, walking with her. “I think Diego is ready to go, too. He's been dancing with Savannah to keep her awake, but she's just fallen asleep."

Gina laughs. "Our daughters do seem to enjoy the dancing, don't they?"

We pause at the edge of the pavilion. "I never thought I'd have all this, Gina,” I say. “A family, a pack of my own. Diego. If it wasn't for your friendship, I wouldn't."

Gina is tearful as she takes my hand. "This was meant for you. It was all fated, and you deserve all the love."

After one final embrace, I watch my friend walk toward her own family, marveling at how we both got everything we ever wanted.

Suddenly, an arm snakes around my waist, and I lean back, instantly warmed by Diego's presence. I turn slightly to see he has a sleeping Savannah against his shoulder, and I don't think a man has ever looked so attractive. I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him. What starts off slow and sweet, he quickly deepens.

As we break apart, he chuckles. "Definitely time to get out of here and get this little princess to bed."

I couldn't agree more, and after saying our goodbyes, we walk back to the truck, arm in arm.

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Diego

I insisted Quinn get ready for bed in peace so I could put my little sleeping princess to bed. It's my favorite time of day, and I try to do bedtime as much as possible. As I tuck the blanket around Savannah's tiny body, I feel a rush of love I know will never fade.

Her surprisingly thick blond curls make her look angelic, and when I think of her sweet, sunny disposition all day, I wonder how I got so lucky.

“I think you're more like your mom,”I whisper to my beautiful sleeping daughter.

All my worries about having another pup disappeared the moment Quinn handed me our daughter. As soon as she was put into my arms, a whole lot of healing took place. Meeting Quinn made me want to be a better man, but having my daughter only cemented that. I would do anything for my family, including living well and creating a harmonious pack.

I turn on the baby monitors and close the door quietly, heading back to our suite. I thought Quinn might already be in bed, but the room is empty, though I can hear the taps running in the en suite. I shrug out of my shirt and talk through the door, "You must be ready fo—"

I stop talking as the door opens and Quinn steps out, wearing a floor-length dark blue slip. The cut is low on her breasts, and because she's breastfeeding, they are full to the point of straining against the fabric. My mouth waters, and I have to hold myself back from the urge to rip the garment away. She looks incredible.

"I… um, I was saving it for a special occasion," she says shyly. "I didn't know that was going to be today."

I step forward and trail my hands up her bare arms, marveling at the goosebumps racing across her skin in response. "You look amazing. So hot."

Before she can respond, I capture her lips in a kiss that almost knocks us both sideways. I push her back against the doorframe, my hand instantly palming her large, firm breast and eliciting a moan from her that only drives me on.

I turn and walk her backward to the bed, never breaking our embrace. Slowly laying her down on the bed, she looks at me with a mix of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. I start by tracing circles around her nipples before moving lower, my tongue exploring every inch of her body as I go. My hand slides between her legs, feeling how wet she is for me.

She whimpers, obviously trying to stay quiet, and grabs my hair as I start to circle my tongue around her clit, finding the pace that makes her body tremble. Her hips rise off the bed, and she stifles her cries as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave.

"That's just the first, Quinn," I say with a chuckle. "I'm not done with you yet."

I move up her body to kiss her, my lips slick with her arousal. I never tire of her taste; it simply drives me wild. My fangs are slightly descended in arousal, and I know my eyes are glowing amber.

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