Page 162 of Awakened
“Good to know. I don’t think you’re ready for everything I’ve done to dream Celeste.” His tone may have been teasing, but there was nothing funny about the rocking of his hips and the rough squeeze of his hands.
I pushed his pants and boxers down with my heels and took a peek. “Even better than the picture.”
Regret replaced the levity in his eyes, so I tried to bring him back to the fun side. “You know, I kept that picture and the whole conversation. It’s brought me many, many happy endings.”
He rested his forehead against mine and sighed. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know.” Tilting my chin up a fraction of an inch, I kissed him. My taste on his lips stoked the fire in my belly. The image of his head between my thighs made me moan, desperate for more.
I grabbed him at the base of his cock and stroked him, lining him up to thrust into me, but he pulled away for a moment.
“Condom?”
“I’m on the pill and was tested recently. You?”
“I was tested before I left the pack and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Seth’s dark eyes were serious, letting me know just how different things were between us. He was all in. No more fucking around.
Wrapping my legs around him, I brought him into me, but his thrust was what brought it home.
Never breaking eye contact, he thrust in and out, holding the back of my head to keep it from banging into the cabinet. He used every bit of his body to pleasure and protect me. The intensity in his eyes told me he would never stop.
I held on to his shoulders, my nails digging in as my climax built. His hips snapped into me, sending ripples through my thighs. My breasts jiggled at the force of his thrusts, catching his attention. He ran his tongue over his full bottom lip before nipping above my nipple.
I moaned at the sting of his sharp canine on such sensitive skin. “I’m so close, Seth.”
He circled my clit with his thumb, pounding me into the counter like it was his only mission in life. “I can feel you tightening around me. Goddess, you feel so fucking good. Come for me, Les.”
One more hard thrust and I buried my face in his neck, biting down as my body spasmed around his. His thrusts became wild until he stiffened and moaned out my name.
I leaned back to see his face and placed a hand over his heart. “I love you, Seth.”
Mimicking my move, he laid his hand on my chest. “I love you, Les.”
A calm settled over me. With all the changes happening in my life, I needed Seth’s love more than he would ever know.
EPILOGUE
Standing with the other bridesmaids, I tried not to focus on the empty spot next to Michael. Instead, I listened to the words of never-ending love, watched the way the sunlight made Sarah’s hair look like fire, and lamented the pinch of my shoes, but none of that worked.
After Sarah and Michael acknowledged all those missing, the light kept playing tricks on me. One moment, I swore I saw Zach standing where the best man should be—the next, the spot was empty, and I was the weirdo staring at Michael’s intense cousin Luca Moretti.
Sarah bumped my arm. “Les, the ring?”
A blush stained my cheeks as the guests all laughed. “Sorry—I—uh. Here you go.”
I shoved the ring in her hand and looked at where Seth was sitting. He shook his head and mouthed, “Are you okay?”
I put on a small smile and nodded. As I turned back to the makeshift altar, Sarah began her vows.
“I know it was my idea to write our vows, but I’ve got to be honest, it was a bad one.” Everyone chuckled. “I’ve written and rewritten these words a hundred times. I got so desperate that I even tried usingthe five W’s.
“Who? Us. What? Married. When? Today. Where? Nature. Why? That one was a little harder. I thought about why we were getting married, why you asked me to spend the rest of our lives together, why you put up with my nonsense, why you’ve sacrificed so much for me. Love. I love you, and you love me. It’s that simple. Neither of us is perfect, but my love for you is. It’s unconditional and never-ending. You’re it for me.”
Michael used his thumb to brush away a tear on Sarah’s cheek. Pulling her hand to his mouth, he kissed her wrist. “Ditto.”
They both started laughing, and Michael stole a little kiss. When the preacher cleared his throat, Sarah jumped, and Michael looked surprised. “Sorry.”
