Shadow of the Wolf(25)

She nodded and tried to drag her libido back into line, but the image of  his naked body had bought a condo in her brain and moved in to stay.  Damn that sneaky morning sex. Tricky dog. "What day is it?"

"Friday. Why?"

She winced. "Crap. Tomorrow's the wedding."

She bit her lip as Chris's entire body tensed. "Wedding."

"Um. Yes. Kelly Andrews and Dennis Littleton."

"Who? And why are these people worth your life?"

"Kelly and Kerry are twins, and two of my best friends. Dennis is  …  a  nice guy?" She smiled at him hopefully, but was pretty sure this was one  battle she wasn't going to win. "Wednesday's party was for Kelly. It  was her bachelorette party, remember?"

"Who does a bachelorette party in the middle of the week?" Chris flopped back against the pillows, his arms behind his head.

"It was supposed to be a surprise party, except the bride wasn't all that surprised. I think her twin spilled the beans."

He grunted, the frown on his face darkening, possibly thinking about the  half-naked men she'd supposedly partied with the other night. She  didn't dare tell him about the twenty bucks' worth of ones she'd shoved  into some masculine g-strings. Her wolf would have a major hissy fit if  he found out.

"Yup. Brides do that little thing called getting married. It usually  happens on a Saturday or Sunday, depending on your religious  preferences. Frankly, I'm partial to Friday nights myself. The rates are  cheaper and the religious people are more available."

Chris was already shaking his head. "We can't go. It's too dangerous."

Lana sighed. "I don't think I have a choice. I'm a bridesmaid, and Kelly, the bride? She's mundane.



I can't exactly call her and tell her I'm dropping out of her wedding due to a bad case of evilwiz-arditis."

Chris growled. "Well, you'll have to come up with some reason for  dropping out, because your life is more important to me than a party,  even a wedding."

"There's no way she can replace me last minute." She ignored the  incredulous look he gave her, concentrating on how to get out of this  particular little pickle. "Besides, I gave my word."

His eyes closed. "You gave your word on what?"

"That I'd be there to keep Kerry from pushing Dennis too far."

"Dennis is the groom?"

"Yup, and a man with a bigger stick up his rectum has never been found.  Kerry loves yanking his stick, too, and Kelly gets stuck in the middle."

"So you promised Kelly you'd stand in between Kerry and Dennis?"

"Not quite. I promised Kerry I would. See, Dennis makes Kelly happy, but  drives Kerry nuts. She can't help herself, but she doesn't want to make  Kelly upset on her wedding day. And I have to say Dennis is a good  sport about it usually."

"Huh." He reached over and pulled Lana on top of him, thus proving once  and for all that, yes, he definitely slept naked. She could feel his  steely erection poking her thigh, distracting her from the wedding. "If  Cole knows about your family he knows you'll be at the wedding tomorrow.  You might as well wear a dress with concentric circles on it and yell  ‘shoot me now!'"                       
       
           



       

She thumped her head down on his bare chest with a groan. "What do I do?  They'll never forgive me. I have to be there." She settled in, soothed  by the sound of his heartbeat. "We have to make this work, Chris. It's  important to me."

"All right, Lana. If it means that much to you, we'll work something  out." He stroked her back, his tone thoughtful. "Remember what I said  about how wizards work their magic?"

"Yes?"

"It's entirely possible he already has something in place for the  wedding. Actually, it's highly probable he has something in place."

"Do you think it would be something that happens whether or not we show up?"

"That would be the question. If it's something triggered by our  presence, then we need to avoid your friend's wedding like the plague.  But if it's something meant to go off at a specific time and place,  regardless of our presence … "

"They'd be sitting ducks. Two families of mundanes under magical  attack." She grimaced. "Not even Cole would risk the karma backlash on  something like that, tame warlock or not."

"That little storm he pulled up didn't start right over us, sweetheart.  Odds are good he's already hurt innocents." His fist clenched in her  hair. "What the fuck is wrong with him? He has to know there's no way  the king will name him his heir once he gets wind of this!"

"Unless he hopes the king will be so far gone by the time he does that it won't matter anymore."

Chris frowned. "The council would act. There'd be a civil war, those  loyal to the new king, those who oppose the very idea of how Cole was  crowned. It would throw us into total chaos." He gasped. "Could you not  squirm, sweetheart? I'm really trying to be good here but all I want to  do is fuck you until we both scream, and I figure we should wait on that  until after we talk."

Lana froze.

"Damn." His laughing groan was rueful. "Me and my big mouth."



She closed her eyes. He wanted her, she wanted him, but damn it, they had too much to do! "Not this morning. Okay?"

She could feel every muscle in his body tense. "This afternoon?"

She looked down into his hopeful face. Damn. Puppy dog eyes. "We'll see."

His eyes closed on a swiftly muttered prayer of thanks before giving her  a deep, hungry kiss that curled her fingers and toes. Her fingers  weren't too upset about that, since they were currently curling into  warm, hard man.

Which was why the slap on her ass was so surprising. She reared back with a yelp. "What was that for?"

"You need to move. You're late for work, and we have a wedding to prepare for."

"What about the danger?" She damn near swallowed her tongue when Chris  got out of the bed and stretched, completely uncaring of his  …  oh boy.  Pretty. Her fingers were itching to glide over all that smooth skin and  drag him back into bed.

"Do you think Annabelle can keep my brothers in line?"

He walked towards the master bathroom, yawning. She tilted her head, enjoying the flex of his ass.

"Hmm?" He turned. She suddenly found herself confronted by the most  tempting bit of man flesh she'd ever seen. Not overly long, not too fat,  it looked like mouthwatering perfection. The fact that it belonged only  to her was finally beginning to sink in.

His wicked chuckle dragged her gaze from his cock, now standing at full  attention, to his face. "Can Annabelle keep my brothers in line?"

That male smirk of his was going to get him into a lot of trouble, she  just knew it. "I think Annabelle could keep the US Marine Corps in line  if she wanted to. Why?"

"Because between the four of them, we should be able to keep your  friends, and you, safe from whatever Cole has cooked up." He headed into  the bathroom and started running water, probably to brush his teeth.  "Besides, if we're pretty sure he's going to hit us at the wedding, it  might be the perfect opportunity to lay a trap of our own."

Lana scrambled out of bed. "If Kerry and Kelly can be kept safe, I think it's a great idea."

He didn't answer, but that was all right. She had a few ideas of her own  on how to keep her friends, and her family, safe the next day. For once  she was going to do what Chris wanted without arguing.

She was calling out sick.



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Christopher was startled at how Lana worked. Watching her work her magic  was like watching an intricate dance, one he barely knew the steps to  and couldn't keep up in. She flitted from item to item, throwing  seemingly random things into a pot on the stove, sniffing it, pondering  it, before adding something else to the mixture. Annabelle was mixing  dried herbs and oils together into a potpourri that smelled strongly of  dried carnations and cedar. The two women chatted about the wedding, but  something in the way they spoke let him know that this was somehow a  part of what they were doing. He was this close to ordering pizza for  dinner, because he didn't think he'd get his kitchen back anytime soon.                       
       
           



       

Zach was watching everything with an intensity Chris wasn't used to  seeing in him. He watched every move both Annabelle and Lana made,  sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, but mostly looking thunderstruck.

Chris snuck out of the kitchen. He had one more thing to double check.  If he was right, it would be a shock to everyone in the family, but he  doubted it would be a shock to Annabelle.