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Fallon’s gaze flutters down to my hardening cock, then back up to meet mine. “Yes please.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Gray

I wake the next morning from the best night’s sleep of my life. I spent hours alternating between fucking and making love to Fallon, coaxing moans from her pouty lips and watching her pant and writhe in pleasure. I’m still completely in awe of her, still in disbelief that she’s finally mine, forever. We’ve sealed the mate bond; nothing can separate us.

I was so wrapped up in Fallon last night that I totally forgot about the full moon run, or the fact that my pack was probably wondering where the hell I went after it ended. My bedroom’s far enough away from the main area of the packhouse that I doubt anyone could’ve heard us- but then again, with the way Fallon was screaming, it’s anyone’s guess.

There’s no concealing my contentedness when I enter the kitchen of the packhouse the next day. Deke’s cooking something in a pan on the stove and I stop in the doorway, leaning idly against it and clearing my throat to announce my presence.

“Alpha. Where the hell did you go last night?” Deke asks, his eyes flying up to meet mine. They widen as Fallon slides up behind me, snaking her hands around my waist and peeking at Deke over my shoulder.

My mouth spreads into a smug grin. “Call the pack together,” I say, gazing down at Fallon. “They need to meet their new Luna.”

Deke’s face splits into a bright smile, his eyes alight with excitement as he leaves the pan on the stove, striding over to where Fallon and I stand in the doorway. “Congratulations!” he laughs, reaching out to envelop me in a hug, clapping me on the back. When he lets go, he immediately slides beside me to pull Fallon in for a hug, too, which she graciously accepts. “Welcome to the family!”

“What?!” Holly appears in the other doorway across the kitchen, wide-eyed and frozen. “Are you…?”

I grin, nodding, and Holly flies across the room in one second flat, launching her tiny body into my arms. “Oh my god, Gray!” Holly squeals as I squeeze her tightly, picking her up off of the ground.

When I set her back down, she immediately throws her arms around Fallon, tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy for you guys!” Holly gushes, wiping at a stray tear that’s slipped down her cheek. “This calls for a celebration… Deke, do we have champagne? Mimosas all around, stat!”

Fallon laughs, and damnit if it’s not the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I slip an arm around her shoulders, pulling my stunning little mate into my side, holding her close.

I could get used to this.

My nose twitches- my eyes flying to the stove. Something’s burning.

Deke realizes it too, cursing under his breath and pulling the smoking pan off the stove, tossing it into the sink and turning on the faucet.

“There go the eggs…” Deke mutters, agitated that he inadvertently ruined the breakfast he was cooking. He stalks over to the fridge, pulling it open and surveying the contents, then doing the same with the freezer. “I think the only other thing we have to make for breakfast is toaster waffles.”

“I love toaster waffles,” Fallon pipes up.

I give her shoulders a little squeeze, smiling down at her.

Deke heaves a sigh, retrieving a box from the freezer. “Toaster waffles it is.”

“What about the mimosas, hon?” Holly asks, crossing the kitchen to join Deke.

I chuckle, leading Fallon over to the table. I pull out a chair, its wooden legs squeaking across the stone floor and sink down into it, pulling Fallon onto my lap and nuzzling her neck.

“When can we get the pack together?” I ask Deke as he starts rummaging in a lower cupboard for the toaster.

Fallon cranes her neck to look back at me from her spot on my lap. “Whoa now… don’t you think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves? I’ve still gotta bring my dad’s car back to him, and…” she glances down at herself, smoothing the front of the t-shirt that I dressed her in this morning. I fucking love the way she looks in my clothes. “I’d like to look presentable before I meet your whole pack.”

“You look incredible in anything you wear, baby,” I growl into her neck, pressing my lips to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She giggles, wriggling around on my lap, the stimulation making my dick harden beneath her perfect little ass.

“You mean the blue car in the driveway?” Deke asks over his shoulder as he pops a pair of waffles into the toaster. “The interior may need to dry out, when I got back from the run last night the drivers’ side door was wide open and the engine was still running.”

“Oh crap,” Fallon sighs, spinning herself to sit sideways on my lap and draping her arms around my neck. “I was a little eager when I got here last night.”

“Found some!” Holly announces triumphantly, pulling a bottle of champagne out of the back of the fridge. “Pop this, will you honey?” she asks as she hands the bottle to Deke, ducking her head in the fridge again to retrieve some orange juice.

Deke gives Holly a disapproving look, but he starts peeling the foil off of the top of the bottle, nonetheless. Even as a shifter, Holly’s a lightweight- so champagne in the morning isn’t always the best idea for her. Especially since she’s got a kid to take care of. I glance around, suddenly realizing that their kid is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, where’s Mason?” I ask.

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