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Clark

“M mmm, so good,” Gwen moaned, as she swallowed a bite of fairy cake. The noises she made went straight to my cock.

“Careful,” I growled, my hand moving up her fabric-covered thigh, under the table. “I might have to take you in the bathroom.”

Gwen’s pink tongue caressed her lips, getting some of the cream that remained there.

I growled again and leaned over, feeling the heat of her body, smelling her minty scent. My tongue lapped the corner of her lip, getting the cream she’d missed.

Gwen’s eyes didn’t close. They smoldered as her breath hitched in her chest.

“Sweetness, this is only the beginning of our night,” I growled again as I nipped her ear. “Now eat your cake.”

“Yes, Alpha.” She smirked and took another bite, making more delectable noises. “Here, have some.” The chandelier earrings I got her sparkled with her movements as she fed me a forkful.

The cream, sponge, and marzipan exploded across my tongue and I groaned.

“Delicious.” My eyes met hers. She looked exquisite. I had no idea where the dark-green gown had come from. It was off the shoulder with the neckline forming a V. The skirt was full, but not fluffy. Sadly, there were no slits, or my hand would be up one right now, seeing how wet she was, as she ate her cake.

“This cake is my favorite, not many places have it. Whose idea was it to bring me here?” she added, taking a sip of her fairy coffee, where two servers dressed as fairies poured coffee over cotton candy into a delicate cup.

We were at Supressa, which was a very fancy international chain of restaurants. Each location had a different theme. I’d never been. The one here was fairy themed. The ceiling looked like stars, and the trees in buckets sparkled with fairy lights. Some servers wore wings, and there was more than one diner wearing wings or tiaras. We had to cross a ring of mushrooms to enter the dining room.

“Dimitri. He’s the one who got the reservation for me.” They were difficult to get.

I could see why. The food was delicious, the ambience immersive, and the service perfect. Every table was full, mostly with packs and families celebrating special occasions. It was absolutely lovely. My littlest sister, Tess, would love it here.

“I’ve never been to the one in New York. Nonna always wanted to go, but we never did.” Her look became wistful. “I’ve been to the one in Vancouver a few times. It’s mermaid themed. My favorite was when everyone forgot my birthday and Lenny saved it, by taking me there with half the Belugas. To this day, I still don’t know how he pulled that off.” She giggled.

“How did they forget your birthday?” I stole another bite. The team nutritionist was getting on my ass about my eating habits, which was why I didn’t get my own cake.

“It’s more like they failed to communicate with me that they weren’t going to celebrate my birthday the day of, because of stuff for my sister’s wedding. All day I waited for them. Lenny found me making my birthday cake in the kitchen with our cook. The dinner was so much fun and the players answered all my questions. I got a signed stick too.” She smiled at the memory. “Matty and Joe were there, too. Though Joe was late and in shorts and he had to promise the host a date to be allowed in.” Gwen laughed again.

“That sounds fun.” I didn’t know how she did it, not being bitter after the way her family had brushed her aside so often. Being happy for the little scraps.

Though having dinner with half a hockey team wasn’t really scraps. Still, it was sad that it always seemed it was Matty or Lenny doing things, not her parents.

While birthdays at my house weren’t fancy, they were special. Ma would make breakfast; Mom would bake a cake. There wasn’t always a dinner out, but there’d be a favorite meal, some presents. We’d have a backyard party or sleepover on the weekend.

Her look went wistful. “I didn’t know until years later that Lenny planned it while the cake was baking, because he didn’t want to see me sad. I thought it was the plan the whole time. Lenny taking me to fun places wasn’t uncommon.”

“I promise not to forget your birthday.” I kissed her. “This entire night was pretty much Dimitri’s idea. I hope you like it.” My cheeks warmed. It was a little extravagant. Not that she didn’t deserve it, I just wanted her to enjoy it.

Though her cake-face was now burned in my memory and my dick strained against my suit pants, at just the thought.

“I’m having such a good time. How could I not love it? You planned it. My earrings are so pretty.” She bobbed her head, so they wiggled. “And this cake? It’s everything.”

We finished our dinner, and I paid the check. Yeah, the cake face was worth every penny. We got into the car I had called to take us to our next stop.

“Where are we going?” Gwen looked out the window, a pretty, furry, black wrap around her. She even wore long gloves. Her eyeshadow sparkled and her lips were red. All she needed was a tiara.

“Surprise.” I pulled her close. After today’s encounter with Damian, the ballet dancer at family skate, I was sure she’d love it.

Damien

Don’t tell her, but I’m dancing the Bear King tonight. Also, the tutu tour is on. Come backstage after.

Me

Thank you

“Is that Tens?” Gwen continued to look out the window into the darkness. The streets bustled, both with people going about their business, and tourists in town for the holidays. The streets and buildings were festooned with lights.

“Nope. I’m not sure if he’s landed yet. Let me check.” I looked at the location app and he was still in the air.

I was so excited for him. He was going to be a dad. Hopefully, by the time Squiggles was big enough to build a treehouse and work on cars, we’d have a place to do so. Bean and Pickles could join in, too. The more the merrier.

The car pulled up in front of the Roganfort Center, which not only sparkled with lights, but had a temporary ice rink on the plaza.

I got out first, then took her hand and helped her out. Her red lips twitched as she glanced at the rink. “I’m not sure I can skate in this dress.”

“I’d love to see you try. It would be straight out of one of those old-timey paintings.” I took her arm, and we walked toward the center.

The ice rink was full of people skating. Last year we’d practiced here a little bit, when we were boycotting practice after Grif was fired. They only had this in winter, and it was a huge draw.

On New Year’s Day, the Knights were doing a charity game here and I couldn’t wait.

We watched everyone skate. Her body snuggled into mine effortlessly. A lot of people stared at us, but she looked so beautiful. I rubbed my hand up and down her back, under her wrap, her tattoo partially revealed, since she’d started getting it finished.

It was so awful that Mr. Longfellow tried to fire her today. Everything happening with Austin was unsettling.

“If you want to skate after, we can. Dimitri put our skates in a locker for us just in case,” I added, kissing her bare neck.

“I’m so curious about what comes next. Dinner was amazing.” She looked up and beamed. That gaze filled me full of love.

And a little lust.

Okay. A lot of lust.

“Let’s find out.” I took her arm again and led her to the Roganfort Center itself, which was a giant concert hall, and just as decorated as the square in front of it. Banners waved, advertising Once Upon a Snowflake.

Gwen paused on the stairs, her face lighting up. “We’re seeing Once Upon a Snowflake?”

“We are. Again, all Dimitri’s idea.” I pulled her close and gave her another kiss.

“This is the best present.” Her face got close to mine and tears pricked her eyes. “This ballet is important to me, and I love seeing it. It just gets hard to justify buying tickets some years. Thank you, I appreciate that you went to such lengths to plan a special outing just for me.”

My hand cupped her face, and I pulled her to me, kissing her on the lips, pouring my love into it. There were a few chuckles, as well as a hoot and holler from other people going up the stairs. I didn’t care. They were just jealous of my amazing ladybug.

Holding her hand, we continued up the stairs. When she’d come out of her room, I’d wondered if her dress was too fancy, but seeing all the pretty gowns, she blended in perfectly.

Okay, she didn’t quite blend in, but in the best way, as people watched her, probably wondering who she was. Yeah, her fashion-conscious sister wouldn’t be able to say anything bad about this outfit.

“You came with your nonna?” I asked as the ticket taker scanned my phone. I should have guessed.

“The entire pack would go. Granny Betty loved the ballet.” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “We’d go skating here sometimes, too.”

There were lots of packs and families of all ages. I loved seeing the little kids in their fancy outfits. I could imagine little Gwen coming here with her grandparents.

“Will we do this with our kids?” I led her toward the staircase the person had directed us to.

“Absolutely. When they’re little, we’ll go to the matinee. They usually have story time, special snacks, and photos with some ballet dancers.” Hope and delight bloomed on her face.

I led her up to our box seats. It was small and looked pretty private, with a nice view of the stage. The seat was more like a little couch. Curtains separated us from the ushers and our box was apart from the others.

“Clark.” The air whooshed out of her. “This is just for us?”

“It is. Do you like it?” I leaned in, gave her a kiss and made a mental note to buy Dimitri a beer.

Her shoulders wiggled as she took a seat, smoothing her dress. “I love it. I can’t wait to see what role Damien has tonight.”

Part of me went giddy with the secrets my phone held, as I sat next to her and put my arm around her. “Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

The ballet was boring. It was like a giant dance concert with no variety. It was all classical music, and no singing or talking. Just dancing. The only thing really interesting about it were the complex rotating sets. I itched to get a closer look at them.

Gwen, however, was on the edge of her seat, enthralled by the dancing and cooing over the costumes.

A quick look at the program told me that we weren’t even at intermission–and after that had a whole additional act. Is this how my parents who weren’t hockey fans felt at my games?

Once again, I wished Gwen’s dress had a slit so I could run my hands under it. Instead, I trailed kisses down her neck, delighting in how she squirmed, while watching the dancing.

“Clark.” She swatted me, but it was playful. I could tell from both her tone and scent that this wasn’t unwelcome.

“Just watch the ballet and don’t make a sound,” I whispered as I hiked up her dress, so I could run my hands along her muscular thigh. It was a flowy dress. Would I fit under it?

Mmmm, I wanted to find out.

Her eyes went wide, as I stroked her thigh, while kissing her neck.

“Just sit back, relax and enjoy, but don’t utter even the tiniest noise.” While I’d been assured it would be hard for others to see us in this box, I’d been warned that the ushers did check on noises and I didn’t want us to get kicked out.

My kisses went down her neck and glided over the tops of her breasts that peaked out of the neckline. As my kisses peppered her arm, I slid down the seat until I knelt in front of her.

“Clark,” she whispered, eyes on the ballet.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered, as I reached under her gown and worked off her panties.

“Don’t stop. I… I’ll be quiet,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” I pulled her panties off and put them in my suit coat pocket. I crawled forward, covering myself with her dress, and spread her thighs.

It was dark under her dress, but I didn’t need light to find my goal. My hands grasped her bare ankles and then slowly ran up those beautiful legs of hers, as I teased her inner thighs with my lips and tongue, covering everywhere, but her luscious bud.

Her breath hitched and her scent bloomed with desire, but as promised, she didn’t make a sound. I timed my kisses and nibbles with the music, finally settling between the lips of her pussy, which was wet with need.

Licking her length, I continued to pet her thighs. She squirmed a little, but still didn’t utter a sound, just a little puffy breath as my tongue traced her clit.

Good girl.

I pretended my tongue was me at power skating practice, gliding over her pussy just like I floated across the ice, still in time to the music. It curved around her inner lips and swirled around her clit.

One of my hands left her thigh and two fingers entered her. Her pussy squeezed around them as I worked her, continuing to graze and tease as my glasses fogged.

Oh, I suck that sweet clit, like it was covered in frosting.

Her body shook a little, and she panted, her hand seeking my free one. Gwen squeezed it hard, and I continued to touch and tease her to her peak, the music swirling around us.

I added a third finger, since I wasn’t sure how much time there was left in the act and I wanted her to come before intermission. Her muscles fluttered around them and I knew she was close. I pumped a little harder as I spelled out how much I loved her with my tongue.

My hand was squeezed like a vice by her as her legs trembled, wrapping around me, squeezing me to her pussy.

I licked harder, knowing she was close. Yes, please, squish me with your thighs.

Her back arched, and she spasmed around my fingers, her juices gushing all over my face. That’s my girl. I didn’t crawl out. Instead, I took my time, gently cleaning her up with my mouth.

Finally, I kissed her inner thigh and her body trembled a bit, then I crawled out from under her dress.

I took my seat beside her and pulled her to me, wiping off my face with the pocket square Tenzin insisted I wear. She laid her head on my chest, looking content. My fingers traced a path from the top of her head down her arm.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, making a contented little noise, as she settled into me, as we watched a whole lot of small children in bear costumes swarm onto the stage.

“You were so quiet. That’s my good girl.” I planted a kiss as a guy in a bear costume and a crown leapt onto the stage and did a complicated dance with a sword. Enter the Bear King.

She snuggled into me further, and kissed my jaw, fingers entwined with mine.

Okay, maybe the ballet wasn’t so bad after all.