I sink slowly into her, and she wraps her other leg around my waist. I move my arms behind her back to protect her from banging against the brick because then I’m lost. I thrust mindlessly, my hard cock scything in and out of her sweet channel.
She bounces over my dick, rising up and down in my arms. She’s breathing in quick, desperate gasps. When she starts to cry out, I cover her mouth with my own, swallowing her screams.
“I need to come, I need to come, I need to come,” she breathes against my ear when I release her lips.
I want it to last forever, but for Angelina’s sake I make it quick. A few more thrusts and fireworks go off. I shove deep and come. “Now, baby,” I growl.
She comes silently, but judging by the squeezing of her thighs, her pussy around my cock, her arms tight around my neck, she came hard.
We catch our breaths together, but I’m reluctant to put her down. To pull out.
“I love my new wolfmate,” she croons, biting my ear.
“I’m so fucking proud to be your male,” I tell her. “You have no idea.”
She kisses my neck. “I think I do. You’ve always treated me like a princess.”
“Because that’s what you deserve, baby.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I love you.”
“Mmm. I love you more.”
I have to stop and breathe because my chest feels too full. There’s too much joy bouncing around, making my heart swell to an uncomfortable size.
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
Jared
I’m in a suit. Yes, you heard that right. An actual, fucking suit. I’m standing outside the warehouse like a goddamn maître d’. Angelina is somewhere inside right now, flitting all over the place like a mad woman, answering the million questions being fired at her by her company dancers and the pack members I hired to help make her debut run smoothly.
She can invest in real theater tech staff in the future, once we’ve fine tuned the production and know exactly what she needs. Or we can keep it just pack, which Angelina seems to love. Probably because they treat her like a goddamn princess, or they know I’ll smash their faces in.
Trey arrives in Angelina’s car. I sent him on a last minute run to the store to get more refreshments for the post-performance reception, because, well, Angelina didn’t realize how much pack guys eat.
“You gotta see this.” Trey smacks my belly with a folded newspaper.
I unfold the Daily Star to the Tempo section on top-the arts / events weekend section. There, on the cover, is my girl. She’s flying on a rope in a dramatic split, one leg on the rope, the other pointed straight to the floor. The headline reads, Local Dance Troupe Debuts AngelWolf, A Must-See Production.
Trey points at the byline. “That was the reporter Angelina hoped was coming last night.” Angelina’s company had done a live dress rehearsal performance last night for Amber’s foster family group. Angelina had asked us a million times if we’d seen a reporter at the show, but neither of us could say for sure.
I grin like a fool as I read the copy.
Choreographer Angelina Baker takes dance to new heights in her dramatic production AngelWolf. The interactive production combines contemporary dance, performance art, and circus tricks for a thrilling show that will please all ages.
According to the program, the recent University of Arizona graduate put together the performance based on a vision she had of “bringing dance to the masses.”
The quality and creativity of the show rivals the calibre of big-budget performance audiences might find in Las Vegas or New York City, yet Baker created the show on a shoestring budget, largely with volunteer labor.
“My hope is to establish this show as an ongoing performance so I can provide employment to the talented dancers and performers right here in Tucson,” Baker said in an interview prior to the show.
The article goes on to describe some of the performances of the show, naming favorites and praising performers.
“Thanks, man. I can’t wait for Angelina to see this.” I beam at Trey as if it’s my performance receiving the accolades. “I’m going to run and bring it to her before the show. Will you hang here at the door?”
Trey nods and I jog through the performance space. If I weren’t a wolf, it would be difficult to find her in the maze we’ve created out of moveable walls, but I follow her scent and find her standing outside the dressing room, in a group hug / huddle with her dancers.
I clear my throat and they jump apart, giggling. “I want you all to know, the Arizona Daily Star thought you were a big hit last night.” I wave the paper.
The dancers grab for it and huddle around it, but Angelina throws herself at me, wrapping her long legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She kisses my ear. “Thank you,” she breathes.
I shake my head. “Don’t thank me. This is all you, baby. Your dream. Your vision. Your brilliance.”
“You made it happen.” Her voice is clogged.
“No, I just helped it get started. You did all the rest.”
She kisses my ear. “I love you.”
I lower her to the ground. “Baby, I have something for you.” I shove my hand in my pocket. “I was going to wait until after the show, but suddenly it feels like I should give it to you now.” My throat goes dry.
She looks up at me with her big, trusting gaze. “Is it a present?” She bounces on the balls of her slippered feet.
“Yep.” I pull the little ring box out and crack it open. “You’re already mine, according to shifter law. But I thought you might want something to show the parents. You know, so they understand I’m serious about being your man.”
Her eyes widen at the emerald cut pink diamond set in gold.