“I love you, Liz Wharton. I forever will protect you with my life.”
She choked out a sob.
Her pussy stretched and pulsed and her heart lodged in her throat as she accepted the magnitude of what just happened. She was finally with her men in every sense.
Her body throbbed as she dropped on top of Trax. He wrapped his arms around her and tightened his hold. He kissed her shoulder and nipped the skin. She belonged to them and couldn’t be happier.
#
Three weeks later
“Okay, light her up.” Liz hadn’t bothered to put up a Christmas tree in years. She’d asked her mom if she wanted one last year, but she said it reminded her of the good times that would never come again.
“Ready?” Dante plugged in the tree.
She clapped her hands. “It’s beautiful.”
Dante moved behind her and pulled her into an embrace. “Not as beautiful as you.”
“Aw.”
He spun her and then kissed her. When one hand cupped her ass and the other her breast, she stepped back. “We can’t. The guests will be here any minute.”
“Fuck the guests.” Dante returned her to his arms and ran his tongue down her neck and across to her throat.
She allowed her head to fall back slightly and laughed. “Trax, come save me. Dante is getting horny.”
“Getting horny, sugar? When I’m around you, I also want you.”
Trax was eight feet away in the kitchen making the final preparations. “Why don’t you give him a blow job and then stop when the first guest arrives? That way he’ll be frustrated all night long. He’ll have to wait until the party is over to have you.”
Dante stepped back. “You really know how to get to a guy.”
Before she had the chance to try Trax’s suggestion, the downstairs bell rang. The surveillance camera showed it was Chelsea.
Her friend was dying to meet not only Liz’s men, but the other Pack members Liz had told her about. She also wanted to see what a werewolf looked like up close. Liz rushed downstairs to greet her. Trax unlocked the door from their loft. Liz rushed down to escort Chelsea upstairs.
“Hey. You made it.” Liz hugged her tight, careful of the platter full of cookies Chelsea held. “You didn’t have to make anything.”
“I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”
“Come meet my men.” After all that had happened, there hadn’t been a good time for them to meet. Chelsea had straightened her long auburn hair and wore a mega sexy, red top. “Nice boobs by the way.”
Her friend’s face pinkened. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“Hell, no. I can see it now. All night long, the rest of the wolves will be after Little Red Riding Hood.”
Chelsea laughed and ran a hand along her collar. “I’m not wearing a hood.”
“The men will overlook that flaw,” Liz said. “Come upstairs.”
For some reason, Liz’s palms were sweating. She wanted—no needed—her friend to see how amazing they were.
“Trax and Dante, come meet Chelsea.”
They shook her hands. “It’s nice to meet a friend of Liz’s.” Dante lifted the tray from Chelsea’s hands. “I’ll put it on the island.”
As soon as they stepped away, Chelsea pivoted so her back was to the men. “Oh. My. God. They are incredible.”
Excitement raced through Liz. “I know.”
“I can’t believe you even considered leaving them. I wouldn’t care if they turned into cockroaches at night if they look like that during the day.”
“Ew. That’s nasty.”
Chelsea waved a hand. “You know what I mean.”
The bell rang again and Trax headed over and pressed the button. The four men who helped capture Couch came upstairs. Drake Stanton and Kurt Wendlick entered first, followed by Clay Demmers and Dirk Tilton. The second team headed straight for the food, but Drake and Kurt lingered, repeatedly glancing at Chelsea. It was probably the glow from the Christmas tree lights, but it looked as if their eyes turned a pretty shade of amber, the same color her men’s turned when in the throes of making love.
Liz grabbed Chelsea’s hand and led her over to the two men. “Drake and Kurt. I want you to meet my best friend, Chelsea Wilson. Chelsea this clean cut man is Kurt Wendlick, and his sidekick, who always seems to forget to shave, is Drake Stanton.”
Drake rubbed his jaw. “Hey. I’ll have you know it takes work to look like this.”
The bell rang again. Chelsea ran a hand up Liz’s arm. “Go greet your guests. I’ll be fine.”
Drake winked. “Yes, please go greet the other guests. I’ll make sure Chelsea gets something to drink and is well taken care of.”