When I looked in the mirror a few hours later, I gasped.
I remembered this person, but instead of shying away from it, I embraced it.
(Caspien)
I had our things packed this morning, and Cali helped go through Willa’s new clothes and set aside things for the weekend.
I showered and ensured my beard was trimmed, combing my hair back a bit. That took all of fifteen minutes. I sat with Holden, and we watched some TV to pass the time while I answered some emails on behalf of The Dracos Group.
Dusk was starting to settle, and that was my cue; I put on my tux, and Holden handed me a glass of red when I came back down.
“Nervous?” Holden asked.
“No,” I responded honestly.
What did I have to be nervous about? I was worried about how it would affect Willa, but not for my sake. None of these people had ever intimidated me before, were even second thoughts. Now that I had my perfect mate, my princess, by my side, they mattered even less.
Cali came down and stretched out on Holden’s lap, feigning exhaustion. Rachel stood to talk to Willa on the landing but blocked my mate’s view. She turned with a timid smile and walked down, and handed me a polaroid camera.
“I already got some for Anthony, but you should take it along,” She offered a smile, and I held my hand out for it, “Bye, everyone.”
“Goodbye,” I managed out, trying not to sound angry. I knew some of the anger was misplaced, but I found it hard to forgive anyone that crossed my family intentionally or not. “Bye,” Cali called after her, but I wasn’t paying attention to them.
Willa was walking down the steps; even from the side, she was breathtaking. I stood and set down my glass to meet her at the bottom.
When her eyes met mine, a bright smile tugged at her lips, painted a dark, alluring red. Her eyes, my favorite color, were big and bright but seductive.
“Holy,” I breathed.
I didn’t have words to describe this Goddess. Atlas seemed to purr in my mind at the sight of our mate.
I grabbed her hands, enjoying the feeling of the cool material of her gloves against my warm palms, and looked her over.
This dress, Goddess, help me. It hugged her perfectly. Her breasts swelled with her shallow breathing, and a slight blush came over her cheeks at my appraising stare.
I brushed my hand over her neck and ran my thumb along her marking spot. She shuddered under my touch. I just had to make sure that it was real, that she was mine, only mine.
“Willa, you are everything,” Words didn’t describe the range of feelings crashing through me.
Awe of her and her ability to face what she was about to with her head held high, humbled that The Moon Goddess let me be paired with this perfect woman. Love, so much love for everything that she was and how she helped shape me, and complete and utter pride at being able to stand by her side. And that barely scratched the surface.
Awh
Shut up I tried to tuck Atlas away.
Willa took a deep breath, not looking away from my gaze.
“We should get going,” She whispered, swallowing.
“I cannot wait to peel this off of you later.” I lowered my voice.
“Very gently,” Cali called from the couch, “That dress is expensive. Damn, werewolf hearing really is great.”
Willa closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head once.
“We got everything here. You guys have a good time.” Holden said, “You look fantastic, Willa. Go give them h.ell.”
“You guys have an apartment, you know,” I looked at them, cuddled up on my couch.
“I’m comfy, and it smells like you,” Holden settled in.
“Lock it up when you leave. Go to your place tonight.” My voice didn’t leave room for question, and even Holden wasn’t dumb enough to go up against my requests.
This was my family house now.
I wrapped my hand around Willa’s waist, savoring her steady warmth. We went downstairs to say our goodbyes to Emmett before we left for the weekend.
“A limo really?” She raised a brow.
“I like to arrive in style, also fashionably on time.” I helped her in, “I also like to make an entrance.”
“That I know,” She responded.
I could feel her nerves through the bond. I took her hand in mine and rubbed the back of her soft knuckles with my thumb.
With each passing mile, she seemed to get more fidgety.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I finally asked.
I realized that usually, once I gave her some time to sort through things, If I gave her an opening, then she would be ready to talk about it. She was willing to share her thoughts and feelings, but I often had to prompt her.
She opened her mouth and then closed it again, “Nothing that you don’t already know. No matter how we approach it it’s going to make a big scene, something I usually try to avoid,” She shrugged, looking at me, “I want this weekend to go well, and I don’t want drama to loom over the reason why we are going and it will.”
“This weekend will go well,” I promised.
I would bribe, threaten or coerce any Alpha to agree to my challenge, if they didn’t agree in the first place, that is. I wouldn’t say I was desperate, but I was willing to do anything to get this behind us this week.
“Willa, it will go well.” I looked into her wide green eyes; even in the dark of the car, they seemed luminous.
She nodded once, “Okay,” But she chewed on her lip and didn’t seem confident.
“Anything else you want to talk about?” I placed a hand on her thigh.
“Not really,” She shrugged, “Just crippling anxiety,” She tried to give me a small smile.
“Now that I can help with.” I shifted in my seat and pulled an open bottle of champagne and filled a flute for her, “Don’t spill this,” I looked at her seriously.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Her brows bunched.
I got on the floor of the car, thankful for the amount of room there. I planned on being here for as long as she could handle.
Grabbing her ankle, I looked at her black stilettos appreciatively before meeting her gaze.
“More comfortable than you think,” She shrugged, but her eyes were hungry, and her breathing was already quickening. I loved that I was the one that could make her feel like this; all of her o.rgasms from here to eternity belonged to me. You think she’s never going to m.asturbate?
Go away – I shook my head, smiling at my i.diot wolf.
“Drink, princess,” I met her hungry stare, “You make sure that doesn’t spill, and I’ll make sure nothing down here does.” She swallowed.
I slowly pushed up her dress, readjusting her so that the skirt fanned next to her; I was thankful that the part that hugged her perfect body was able to push up enough to right under her belly button.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.