Page 126 of Smoke and Lure

“Oh.”Her hands paused at her side.

Chanin couldn’t read her expression as he climbed into the bed beside her.“Are you alright with that, mate?”

She was quiet for a moment but then curled her body toward his, placing a hand on his chest.“I’m good with it.I’ll have as many pups as the Great Spirit wants to give us.”

He lifted her hand and brought it to his mouth before kissing her palm.

“Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.My wolf hungers for yours.”He wrapped his arms around her and brought her body beneath his among the soft furs.

She brushed her soft lips along his.“Show me, mate.”

Chapter Twenty

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“Amaros, glad to seeyou and Marceline have made...”Iskah's voice drifted away as she stared beyond Marceline’s striking form clad in a white pencil skirt suit with raspberry stitching and a split that went from the knee-length hem to her hip and finished off her look with fake horn-rimmed glass and a high bun.

His Vice looked like a vicious librarian, especially since she liked to keep her fangs on full display at the council meeting.

However, Iskah only paused briefly before continuing to move her gaze away from him, clad in his black-on-black suit with a dark, blood-red tie, to the female beside him.

Rarely was Iskah stunned, but that was the only way Amaros could describe the blank expression of the Fae Queen’s normally tranquil features.

“And whom do you have with you?”Iskah, who had been standing by her seat at one half of the stone circle within the columns of the preternatural council’s crafted circular hypaethral-style pavilion, now glided toward them in her gossamer, blue gown, the same hue as her fairy wings.

Amaros felt the tremors vibrating through Michaela’s body; where he kept a hand at the lower section of her spine, right where her ass began to curve out just right.Michaela, like him, also wore a black suit and a form-fitting, backless, tuxedo-style jumper, but instead of a tie, her lipstick was rich in color and matched his tie.On her pale, golden-brown skin, the lip stain popped and gave his mate an image of someone confident and wicked.

Calm yourself, little angel.No harm will come to you.Amaros not only whispered the steadying words to Michaela but caressed her along their mind-link.

As they traveled to the meeting, he’d worked to convince Michaela not to fear and that all the entities did their utmost to be civil to one another.

Michaela’s shivers subsided.

“Good morning, Iskah.You appearnature-ly refreshed.The moss and blossoms treating you well?”

Iskah arched a brow at him.“I see you are in rare form today, and the sun hasn’t even risen yet, Amaros.”

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