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Her hand left my leg, and I slammed up into her, meeting her erratic rhythm, until she seized. Her legs trembled, and her head was thrown back against my shoulder.
Her cunt convulsed around me and then I felt it another hot rush of come. Another stream of seed pumped deep inside her. Her cries had gone thin, barely a whisper, and I felt her body sag, but I was ready to catch her.
“Such a good wee fucktoy,” I said, grinning as she groaned.
Her head lolled back on my shoulder.
“You’re carrying me home,” she croaked.
I laughed, low and pleased.
“Aye. It’s just as well ma maw brought all those pillows fur yae.”
Chapter 34
Nia
With the final touches added, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.
The silk-grey dress shimmered like silver. It was subtle, but the perfect shade against my brown skin. The front was modest. The back? Nearly nonexistent, save for a few delicate strings crisscrossing to keep it all together.
The diamanté earrings and necklace caught the light and glittered like stardust.
“Ye’r goin’oot like that? Where’s the rest o’ it?” Lyall shrieked like a panicked schoolgirl.
I rolled my eyes at the dramatics.
“I’m meeting your pack. Didn’t you tell me they practically wander around naked?”
He ran his hand through his hair before rubbing a hand over his jaw, looking me up and down while I admired his formal attire. He wore the MacDougall tartan complete with kilt and cloak. Unfortunately, his chest wasn't bare, and his hair could be a few inches longer, but his dangling manbag—
“Naw. Yae cannae go oot like that. Change intae summin’ else.”
His voice shattered my fantasy.
Not a fucking chance. My shoes, makeup, and handbag were all perfectly matched to this dress. We were past the point of negotiation.
“Lyall,” I cooed, walking toward him.
He shook his head even as I reached up to stroke his neck. The exact spot where I’d marked him. His weakness.
“Your parents went to a lot of trouble arranging this party. Didn't you say that your pack is like your family?” I asked softly, but suspicion rolled down the bond like a fog bank, followed by the stubborn weight of his ego.
“Aye, what of it?”
“Don't you want me to make a good impression? You’re their Alpha. For them to accept me—being human and all—” I said, letting my words linger.
He closed his eyes, teeth clenched. Silent war.
“I guess yer front is all covered up,” he muttered, before spinning me around.“But—for the love of—yer arse cheeks are right in ma face. Are yae even wearing yer knickers?”
I grinned. His voice had gone full squeaky panic.
Sweet victory would be mine.
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“We’ve been in hiding for two weeks. Won’t they be annoyed?” I asked as we drove through the countryside.
