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“Fuck, baby…” he growls, his voice more vibration than baritone. “You look like every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

I step back, but only because I want to make him chase me. He doesn’t let me go far. His hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me flush against him.

“You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding.”

But who am I kidding? I wanted him to come. Needed him to, if I’m being honest.

“Then I’ll close my eyes,” he murmurs right before slamming his mouth onto mine.

His kiss is ravenous and the only spark needed to light the fire between us that begs to be fed. Alaric devours my lips like a starved man, like he’s been waiting for this moment all damn day.

My fingers grip the lapels of his jacket, deepening the kiss and moaning at the feeling of his lips trying to take control of mine.

He’s already hard. I can feel it pressing against my stomach, and I whimper into his mouth as he lifts me up, spinning us until my back hits the wall with a soft thud.

“Alaric,” I moan, already breathless, already too needy to stop myself from asking him to give me what I need.

Fortunately for my future husband, he feels the same way, because he reaches under my dress, his hands hot and greedy as they glide up the material of said dress, shoving it up till it’s stuck to my hips.

His fingers then travel down until they find the thin lace of my panties, and the look on his face is to die for.

“Lace?” he growls, his voice rasping with need. “You planned on killing me tonight with lace fucking panties?”

I grin. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I like them.” His eyes blaze. “But they’ve got to go, baby.”

In one swift motion, he tears the panties clean off.

I gasp, arousal flooding me as the cool air kisses my soaked heat. Alaric drops to his knees, and barely a minute later, his face lies between my thighs, his hands spreading me open with pure, carnal hunger.

“No one gets to see you like this,” he growls, “because you are mine. This pussy is mine, baby.”

And then he dives in.

His tongue licks up my slit with a growl that vibrates against my core.

I cry out, biting my knuckle to muffle the noise.

My thighs tremble, clenching around his head, but that doesn’t deter him, because he grabs them tighter, spreading me wider, anchoring me to the wall as his tongue works inside me mercilessly.

“Oh my—Alaric…fuck!”

My hips jerk forward, searching for his mouth and in turn, he groans, sucking my clit into his mouth like it’s his last meal.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when my toes curl and I unravel, but when my orgasm hits? It lands like a storm, crashing over me in waves that make my knees buckle and my chest pound hard.

Alaric stands before I can recover, his mouth glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with need right before he kisses me like he wants me to taste what he just did to me.

“You’re trembling.” He strokes my cheek with a smirk.

“I need you.”

I pant like I’m starved.

I pant because only he has the power to light my entire body on fire and leave me a mess.

“Right now.”

He doesn’t make me beg.

Doesn’t tease me like he normally does.

He grabs my waist and lifts me again, walking us to the vanity where he bends me over, my palms braced on the edge, my ass up just like he likes it.

“I’m going to take my time with you later,” he rasps behind me, sliding the tip of his cock along my soaked folds till we both groan in pleasure. “But right now I’m going to fuck my bride.”

That’s the only forewarning I get before he slides inside me in one rough thrust that has me crying out, back arching, head thrown back as he stretches me open and fills me completely.

“Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans, bottoming out. “So fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I moan, pushing back against him, loving the way it feels every time he’s inside me, and the bond between us crackles like we are having sex for the first time.

His fingers sink into my hips as he slams into me harder and faster. The sound of our skin meeting, the wet slap of it, the guttural groans that tear from his chest, all of it echoes around the room.

My name is a growl in his throat.

His is a scream in mine.

When he snakes a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as he pounds into me, my second orgasm blindsides me, and I come with a scream that would send every elder waiting for us into dramatic comas.

Alaric fucks me through it, riding me through the orgasms until his thrusts grow erratic.

His head drops to the crook of my neck as he groans, his hips jerking once, twice, then he spills inside me with a snarl.

“I love you,” he gasps, his breath hot against my skin. “My wife. My wild one.”

I melt in his arms as he wraps around me, not letting me fall, not even for a second.

“I love you, too,” I whisper. “Now get out before Maya busts in and murders us both.”

He kisses my shoulder and pulls away slowly, carefully helping me straighten my dress as if I won’t feel him between my legs when I walk down the aisle to him.

Fifteen minutes later, I walk down the aisle, my legs still weak from the orgasm Alaric gave me. My hand is in Elder Tenno’s, but my eyes are on the man waiting at the altar like he’s seconds away from tearing down the pack house just to get to me.

My Alpha.

My Mate.

His eyes lock onto mine, and I swear I see him stop breathing.

Goddess, that look.

Like I’m the only moon in his night sky. Like nothing else matters. And that right there is why I fell for him.

That’s why my heart pounds every step I make down the aisle to him.

When I reach him, his hand slides into mine, and with a tremble in my throat, I whisper just for him, “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

We exchange vows.

He promises to protect me and Lina until his last breath.

I promise to never let him forget the man he is beneath the Alpha title. The man I fell for and am still madly in love with.

And when we kiss, the entire pack howls.

They howl for us.

They howl for our love.