Luc leaned against the door jamb and grinned. “I found the clothes and the envelope. They’re all inside. I even chilled some champagne and your mother sent strawberries. The pack has dropped off enough food to feed an army. I’m going to stay at my parents for the week while I look for a place to live. Four Hunters are stationed around the property and I have this…” He held up Brett’s cellphone. “The next week is yours, a gift from the pack to you both. I’ll handle everything until then. I promise it’ll only be a little bit of a mess for you to clean up.”
Brett shook his head at him, then nodded once. Luc stepped out of the door and pushed it wide. Colby wouldn’t move through it till Brett took a stance between her and Luc. He’d won her trust. It was enough for now.
His best friend glanced at him and said, “Congratulations. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” The smartass remark was followed by the wisdom of running down the stairs. Shaking his head again, Brett let it go. He’d get even next time. Inside, he shoved the door shut with his shoulder and glanced at the sitting room. Colby was already changing.
Pride flooded him and he let go of his wolf form in a rush. He wanted to be able to help her if she needed it. It took her longer and twice he thought she’d nearly given up but she finally sat on her hands and knees trembling. Careful to not touch newly shifted skin, he closed the distance between them.
Head raised and tears in her eyes, Colby whispered, “I did it.”
“Yes,” he beamed. “You did. Do you remember?” If she didn’t, they had their whole lives to run together and repeat the experience until she did.
“I do.” She reached over and licked his cheek. Laughter flooded him. Then her arms were around him and their mouths fused together. He wanted to spoil her with champagne and soft sheets, but she climbed onto his lap and sank onto his cock with such speed, it robbed him of breath.
Every touch sent shivers over his skin and electricity along every nerve ending. She’d never been shy, and tonight she was a woman possessed. But then what did he know? He couldn’t sate himself enough. Her lips. Her breasts. Her hips. Everything about her drew him, every thrust drove him closer to her and every grip of her nails against his back dragged him to her, binding him. When her orgasm crashed over her, he didn’t slow his rhythm, drawing it out for as long as he was able. As his balls drew up tight, he sank his teeth into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder.
Bliss exploded within him as his world righted to perfection. His mate. His woman. Their wolves.
Mine.
On the third morning of their honeymoon, Brett woke to find Colby standing at the edge of the bed with a tray of food in her hands. Cereal. Toast. Milk. Coffee. “It’s not bacon and eggs like the master, but I thought this would do.” They hadn’t left the house, barely leaving the bedroom except to eat.
Sitting, he tugged the tray from her hands, placed it on the bed, then caught her and tugged her into his lap. The morning kiss was well above and beyond any food. That she’d gotten up at all when the sun was barely a thought in the sky told him how important he was to her.
“Good morning,” he murmured against her lips. She opened to him for a long, tongue-stroking kiss that left him stiff and ready to sink into her again. Colby, however, was sore and he could wait. Having her skin against his, her hands in his hair and her mouth open to him was more than enough. Later, he’d pamper and soothe her until they were both drunk on the pleasure.
“Morning.” She gave him another kiss. Still snuggling her, he leaned against the headboard and pulled their breakfast over. They took turns eating and feeding each other, a habit he found he wanted to maintain even when they left their sweet escape from reality.
True to his word, Luc let no one in the pack bother them. No one came to the door. The phone didn’t ring, yet Brett could sense his pack’s happiness. The bonds were strong again, refresh and renewed. His own contentment returned threefold.
When they were left with only the coffee, she twisted and retrieved the envelope. Saying nothing, he watched her turn it over in her hands.
“I think I’m ready to read this, but…whatever it says. I don’t think it matters. Even if my mom is a latent, she probably won’t change will she?”
“Not likely. She is much older and more settled. We can check when we go to meet her.” He still wanted to, and if it took them a decade to get there, that was fine, too. Colby’s parents were his responsibility, whether she understood what it meant or not. If she was a latent, he wanted her protected. Nothing would come at Colby through them and they had given him a precious gift. It seemed only fair to repay them.