Authors: Lydia Dare
Wolf Who Loved Me (27 page)
Her heart fell. “Only because you’ve put me on a pedestal that I don’t deserve, Wes.” She held her hands out to the side, indicating her current state of subjugation. “I’m already on my knees begging. I can’t go much lower.”
“Stand up, Maddie.” He stood up and pulled her to her feet.
Had called her Maddie? A smile tugged at her lips. Dare she hope?
“I love him,” she said more to the crowd than she said to him, as she needed for everyone to know. She rose up on her tiptoes, captured his face in her hands, and pressed her lips to his.
He gaped at her for a moment. But then she pursed her lips in a kiss and waited for him to come to her. How could he refuse? He clutched her tightly to himself. He pressed her body against his, his hands pulling her closer than she could have ever imagined being. And he did it in front of everyone. Maddie’s heart soared. He finally pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.
“We should go somewhere and talk,” she whispered.
He scooped her up in his arms without even a word and spun around so quickly that she squealed with the joy of it. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, making a path for them. Maddie reached out and touched Sophie’s fingertips as they passed her, and her friend smiled. At least she had one friend who was happy for her. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, her father looked happy. Relieved, even. The rest could all go hang. Wes carried her out into the garden and didn’t stop until he’d kicked the door shut behind him. He set her on the garden wall and pushed her hair back from her face. “What have you done?” he asked softly.
“I’ve fallen in love,” she said with a quick shrug. There was no other explanation. “With you,” she said for clarification.
“It had damn well better be with me,” he chuckled. “Why did you do that in there?”
“Because I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”
“You have all my attention.” He sipped at her lips with tiny touches to her mouth. “I’ll ruin your life, Maddie.”
“Kiss me? Hold me? Love me? Be mine forever?” she said with a laugh. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was too late to take any of it back.
“You made them all think I didn’t want you. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“You could have fooled me,” she said as she dragged her skirts up and wrapped her legs around him. He pressed against her warmth, as though he was meant to be there. He was. God, he was. She pointed to the place where her neck met her shoulder. “I want you to mark me.”
“I can’t,” he said, but he did press his lips to the spot and suckled her skin lightly. It made her belly drop to her toes.
“I want to be yours in every way. I’ll be proud to be a Hadley. To be your Lycan mate. To be the mother of your mutts.”
He cocked his head at her and grinned. “Mutts?”
“Lycans,” she clarified as she rolled her eyes. “Mutts. Whatever they are, they’ll be mine and yours, and they’ll be perfect.”
“Yes, they will,” he agreed. He looked into her eyes. “Do you really love me?”
She smacked at his shoulder. “Would I have done all this if I didn’t? I just dropped to my knees in a crowded ballroom and begged you to make love to me, for heaven’s sake.”
“You needn’t do me bodily harm, Maddie,” he growled. His lips danced across her collarbone. Maddie tugged her skirts higher and reached for the fastenings of his trousers. “What are you doing?” he growled, already growing hot and hard for her.
She leaned her forehead against his as she exposed him to the night air and took his manhood in her hand.
He glanced around the empty garden. “You’re going to kill me,” he growled.
“Tell me I’m the only one,” she urged. “Tell me I’m the one you love. Tell me I always will be. Please.”
“The only one. Ever,” he declared. Then he wrapped her legs around his waist, cupped her bottom in his hands, and lifted her, then sat down on a nearby bench, draping her so that she straddled his lap.
He lifted her skirts until his hands found her bottom and pulled her forward to ride the ridge of his manhood. She slid across his taut skin like satin, wet and ready for him.
“Can we do it like this?” she whispered against his mouth.
He nodded, his lips brushing hers as he did so. “Ride me,” he said softly. Then he rocked her bottom forward and slid his length into her. He groaned loudly as he did so. “It’s like coming home,” he whispered, his voice broken by emotion. “God, I love you,” he said.
But he’d taken any rational thought from her head when he slid inside her. Her cry was her only response. She couldn’t put two words together in her mind for all the pleasure that occupied it.
His hand slid into her curls as she rocked against him, taking her higher and higher and higher until her cries filled the night air. “Shhh…” he whispered against her lips. But she couldn’t. Not with the way he made her feel. She rose and fell on him, controlling the movements of their bodies with her quickening movements. But then she toppled over that precipice, fluttering in ecstasy around him as he groaned and spilled himself inside her. He held on to her hips, holding her above him, buried deep inside her as he finished. She dropped her head onto his chest and drew in great heaving breaths.
“Do you think anyone heard me?” she asked quietly.
He pushed her hair back and looked into her eyes. “I’m afraid everyone probably heard you, Maddie. You’ve been completely ruined.”
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed. It was difficult being perfect. Everyone needed a little ruination if it meant finding love, didn’t they?
“Why is this a good thing?”
“You can’t possibly give me back to my father now,” she informed him. She needed to be clear that he was stuck with her. By her own choice. He was hers and she was his forever and always. “I’m yours. I’ll ask you to kiss me every day.”
“You won’t have to ask, Maddie.” Then he leaned forward and did just that.
“I do not like surprises, Weston,” Maddie complained, tugging at the dark cloth covering her eyes.
“Behave,” he growled and swatted at her hands. “We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?” she asked, though she knew he’d never tell her. He’d been more than secretive ever since they boarded the ferry in London.
“You are worse than a child,” he replied, then he kissed her cheek to soften his words.
“Can’t I get at least a hint?”
“Hmm.” He draped his arm around her shoulders and leaned his head against hers. “I made a promise to your father some time ago—”
“Weston Hadley, if you think you can be rid of me again—”
He laughed. “Spoiled and impatient, Maddie. May I please finish my sentence?”
She huffed indignantly and folded her arms across her chest, pursing her lips in the process.
“He didn’t like the state in which he found you in Gretna and told me if he ever saw you in a disheveled state again, he’d have my head on a platter, or something like that.”
“I did look awful.”
“You’re beautiful. Even in muddy clothes and wild hair, you’re the most beautiful creature in the world.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. “You’re just partial since I’m your wife.”
“Anyway.” He cleared his throat. “I took him at his word. My income was never very much—”
“I don’t care about that.” Besides Papa
had
relented and given Wes her dowry when he saw how much she truly did love her husband.
“Well, I did. I do,” he clarified. “I want to support you and care for you and…” Wes untied her blindfold. He gestured to a large structure near the edge of the water that was in the process of being built, if she wasn’t mistaken.
“What is that?”
“That is my legacy. Mine, Gray’s, and Archer’s. It’s a gambling establishment, or it will be once the construction is complete.”
Maddie couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. “You are so fortunate that Papa has already given you my dowry. He will faint dead away when he finds out.”
Wes grinned at her. “I don’t care about your father. I only care about you. Can you stand being married to man who runs a gaming hall?”
Maddie gently touched the mark on the side of her neck. “I’m not sure,” she teased. “It is so very Hadley of you.” Then she looked down at her belly and touched it with her hand. “What do you think? Shall you be embarrassed to have a father who owns a gaming hell?”
Wes’ smile vanished and his mouth fell open a bit.
“Hmm.” Maddie bit back a smile. “Wolf got your tongue, Wes?”
“Are you saying I’m going to be a father?”
She nodded and softly touched the scar on his cheek. “I love you, Weston Hadley. I will love you if you run a gaming hell. I will love you all the days of my life.”
Wes lifted her to his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Lydia Dare is a pseudonym for the writing team of Tammy Falkner and Jodie Pearson. Both are active members of the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America. Their writing process involves passing a manuscript back and forth, each one writing 1,500 words after editing the other’s previous installment. Jodie specializes in writing the history and Tammy in writing the paranormal. They live near Raleigh, North Carolina.
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,
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