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Moonlight illuminates the room as Tara stands in front of me, her dress starting to fall away like flower petals in a breeze. The skin of her shoulders is exposed. I want to lick it to see if every part of her tastes as good as her mouth. She’s a marvel, a beauty like I’ve never seen before, and while she’s not only mine, she’s all mine right now.
I reach out and touch my wife, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back into my body. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again. I pull her legs around my back so she’d riding my hard erection, and drink in her squeak of surprise at my size.
Our kiss is deep and slow. I let her take the lead as she hesitantly kisses me harder and harder, letting her own tongue slide along my own. A groan slips from my lips as more blood rushes south. My cock is happy to see her enjoying my touch.
She lavishes me in long and short kisses that makes my cock ache, and I slide her dress off her thighs, letting my hands linger against her pale flesh. Knowing just inches from my hands, is her sweet core. It’s a place I’ll be touching, and stroking, and tasting, all night long.
For now, there’s no rush. We have the whole night ahead of us. It’s like there’s only the two of us in the world. Me and my sweet witch.
Suddenly, a slam shatters the perfect moment. My lips break from her as my bear rushes forward, ready to attack anyone who dares to hurt my woman. But instead of an attack, I see three jealous wolves standing in the doorway, their eyes wild, their fists clenched.
Ready for a fight.
Except, there won’t be a fight tonight. This is my time. With my woman. And no matter what they do, I’ll have her.
TWENTY-FOUR
Tara
I climb off his lap, but Garrick wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me between his legs. My hands fly up to cover my body, not that a lot of it is exposed, but I feel exposed. I mean, we were just… kissing and touching. And for the first time in my life, I had the sense that I was really going to make love with someone. Someone I felt an instant deep connection to that I can’t explain, even after such a short time.
Now, I feel vulnerable. The last thing I want is for the wolf princes to see me like this. With someone else. Even though I don’t know why I feel that way.
Maybe because I’m married to them and Garrick is a guy I barely know, and who they hate? Yeah, that sounds about right.
My attraction for Garrick had sent every logical thought fleeing from my mind so quickly that I’m embarrassed. I wasn’t thinking with my head. I was thinking with my… would it be ‘vagina’? I truly don’t know. This is all new to me.
I try to make a run for the bathroom, but Garrick’s arms are still wrapped around me, keeping me in place. It’s like he’s not the least bit embarrassed about what we were just doing. That makes one of us. My face heats up as I quickly look away from the princes, trying to avoid Garrick’s gaze as well.
Is there a spell that could make me shrink to the size of a bug? If there was, I probably shouldn’t do it. I’d end up being that size forever.
“You fellas need something? We’re busy,” Garrick says. He’s trying to sound chipper, but there’s anger behind his words.
The low growl I’m now very familiar with as coming from Drogo slides through the room, bringing the tension up by a few more knots. I glance toward the men and see their gazes locked where Garrick is touching me. It’s almost like… they’re jealous.
These guys don’t make any sense. They’ve made it clear since the day they came here that they had no intention of being with me in an intimate way, but now they’re jealous of Garrick? What the hell for?
Are they deluded? Do wolves simply have such small brains and such big dicks that this kind of behavior seems normal?
“Seriously, guys, another time I might let you watch and learn from me, but not tonight. Tonight’s just for Tara and I, so put your dicks away, and get out.” Garrick is calm again, but that anger is definitely there.
Prince Arlys takes a step forward. The jealousy raging on his face eases, and he gets that familiar calm mask, the one that doesn’t work very well at hiding his emotions underneath. “The thing is, we’re worried about Tara.”
“Worried about her?” Garick runs his hands down my back causing me to shiver. “As you can see, she’s in good hands.”
“Stop touching her,” Prince Drogo orders angrily.
“She’s not just your wife any longer,” Garrick tells him dryly.
There’s a tick in Prince Drogo’s jaw. “Remove your hands, or I’ll remove them for you.”
“Prince Drogo,” Prince Rinan says, a warning note in his voice, and then he continues. “It’s just… well, it’s been a long day already. It might be better for you two to… sleep separately.”
Garrick laughs. “No.” His answer isn’t humorous.
Prince Arlys seems to be trying again. Why? I have no idea. “She might need more time. This doesn’t need to happen tonight. You two just met.”
He’s right, and yet, since when does anyone care what I want? Did they care about our five-minute wedding? Did they care when they practically threw me in a carriage and took me from the only home I’d ever known? Did they ask me when they started crashing my bed each night?
