Page 37 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

“So fucking greedy.” He growls, nipping at my earlobe, “Practically begging to take my knot. I can’t breed you, but it won’t stop me from trying.”

Oh.

With one swift motion, I’m on my back, my head against the pillow as he lifts my leg, wrapping it around his waist, pressing into me. Each roll of his hips tears a moan from my lips, warmth spreading down my legs until I feel the satisfying stretch of his knot.

I cry out, grabbing at his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh, leaving crescent moons in my wake. The pressure throws me over the edge, his thrusts draw out every crash of pleasure until it’s too much.

Silas bites out a curse, his head falling against my shoulder as he ruts into me, filling me with the warmth of his release.

Our breathing slows, and he eases up onto his elbows, peering down at me through a curtain of black hair, ears flat against his head with a smile, looking between us.

I brush his hair out of his face, my heart threatening to burst at the way he leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed. His demonic features slowly fading away.

We stay entwined, exchanging glances and soft kisses, long after the sun sets.

Ready for the next dawn. Together.

EPILOGUE

Emilia

Nearly One Year Later

I shouldn’t be asnervous as I am, this isn’t the first time that Silas has met my parents, but it is the first time he is picking them up from the airport. Alone.

It was a sweet gesture, but it also worked out perfectly for what I have planned, the small band burning a hole in my jeans pocket. I never thought I’d get married again, let alone want to, but all these months with Silas. It feels like a foregone conclusion, just the continuation of our story.

“It’s not too late for me to grab some whiskey,” Carly Beth says, slotting the tray of dark chocolate espresso brownies into the display, nudging them until they’re straight.

“Gods no.” I shake my head, looking down at the stack of napkins with the Moon Sugar bakery logo in the corner, a stylized sugar cookie in the shape of a crescent moon with the company name below it in a loose script, “I appreciate the offer, but we open in half an hour.”

I didn’t think Silas was serious when he floated the idea of opening a bakery in Moonstone Ridge, not that I doubted his ability. I knew he was feeling pretty listless the first few months in town, stripped free of his demonic calling and trying out the recipes that he learned about from Bake Off.

It was more that he blurted it out while his head was between my legs, punctuating the fact with a bite to my inner thigh. That origin story isn’t going in the company brochure.

Turns out he’s got a knack for business, makes sense with the wealth he’s accumulated in his trips to the mortal realm. The whole thing happened so fast, it only took a month for him to decide to rent the space, then he hired Mr. Jankowski’s daughter as one of the head bakers and not long after Carly Beth jumped ship at the bar and came to work for us.

I was happy to leave and focus on the bakery’s marketing, putting my degree to good use. All it took was one viral video of Carly Beth icing a sugar cookie while dishing out celebrity gossip to put us on the map.

The bell over the door dings, Silas walking in, his long hair half pulled up, falling well past his shoulders. He’s still gorgeous as ever.

His gold eyes find mine, brows furrowing.

“What is it?” I stand up straight, reaching back and undoing my apron as I walk around the counter to meet him.

“Just a warning, your mom is crying.” He says, putting his hands on my shoulder, leaning in and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I pinch his side, “What did you say to her?”

“Nothing.” He chuckles, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his lips, “She’s proud of you. Just brace yourself. I know how you two get.”

He’s talking about the first time she saw our new place, three bedrooms with a large backyard for Poppy. We were both intears the moment she told me how glad she was that I finally found my happily ever after.

That happily ever after in question squeezes my hand.

I had toyed around with the idea of leaving, but I couldn’t. Not when Moonstone Ridge adopted me after the truth came out about Chase. Without the sheriff’s support, he cut his losses and moved to Florida to be closer to his mom.

“Emmy, Silas.” My mother’s voice carries through the empty bakery, “It’s beautiful.”

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