Page 50 of Veil of Shadows

“And who said gray on any man is a bad thing?”

My cock twitched. “You look breathtaking, darling.”

Her cheeks flushed with my words before she unraveled her legs and stood. “You think so? I wasn’t sure the dress Merida let me borrow was going to fit. She’s a bit, you know… curvier in some areas than me.”

My eyes devour her. “And you fill it out perfectly.”

She walked up to me, sauntering those hips of hers that called to my dick. “You think so?”

I licked my lips as she closed the distance between our bodies. “I know so.”

She stood beneath me, gazing up into my face with those doe-eyed amber orbs of hers. I couldn’t stand it a second longer. I didn’t care what her makeup looked like. I didn’t care if I ruined her hair. I had to taste her. I had to feel her.

Just once.

“Goddamn it, darling,” I growled as I scooped her into my arms.

“Voss,” she gasped.

I covered her lips with mine as I drew my arms around her waist. I picked her up against me, feeling her feet leave the floor as our teeth clattered together with the force of our kiss. She moaned down the back of my throat. She draped her arms around my neck. And as I held her there against me, feeling her toned curves blanket my muscles, my cock shivered with need for her.

I released her lips long enough to press mine to the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you tonight.”

Bexley shuddered in my grasp. “Oh, Voss.”

I pressed a warm, wet kiss to the crook of her neck. The moan it elicited shot electricity straight to the tip of my cock. If I didn’t release her, we’d never make it through the celebration. If I didn’t let go of her and put some space between us, I’d paint this entire compound with our scent before we even got to dinner.

“Remember,” I said as I backtracked toward the bath house door, “you’re mine tonight.”

When she looked over at me with a dazed and flushed expression, I tossed her a wink before I slipped out of the bath house.

Only to watch Merida slide back in before the girls started squawking again like a goddamn hen house.

16

BEXLEY

“Alpha!”

“Alpha! Alpha! Come look!”

“Miss Shirley’s about to tell a story. Come oooon!”

I giggled as the children of the combined packs pulled me along. Miss Shirley sat there in a beautiful bright yellow dress and matching sandals as she waited for the kids to gather around her. Even some of the adults from my pack sat with us as well. Gregory sat there holding Annabelle in his lap. Terraria sat next to him with Little Billy. Joseph crawled into my lap while Silvia sat next to me, eager to listen to whatever story was about to be told.

And after Miss Shirley did a head count, she launched into a story.

“Once upon a time, on a mountaintop so sweet and fair, lived The Thunderfall Pack?—”

“That’s us!” one of the kids exclaimed.

Annabelle leaned over and whispered in my ear. “What’s our pack name?”

I smiled as I looked over at her. “Why don’t we take a vote on it tomorrow and see?”

She nodded her head vigorously before she turned her attention back to Ronyn’s mother. So, I did the same.

“—and the pack was happy and full and filled with delight. Until one day, a storm came.”

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