Page 11 of Wed Or Dead

The bride took slow, deliberate steps down the aisle. The officiant smiled at her, but he was sweating.

Hmmm. Was all that sweat due to the fact that he was in a building full of wolf shifters and hunters?

The hunters were on her side of the chapel. Looking fairly nice and presentable. No black ski masks. No weapons. They’d better not have brought weapons to her wedding.

The wolves were on the groom’s side. Again, fairly nice and presentable. As long as you didn’t look too closely. If you did, you might see the flash of some fangs. Maybe a few claws.

The groom waited at the end of the aisle. He wasn’t smiling. He’d smiled before. On her first walk down the aisle. Back then, he’d looked so casual and open, but that cool appearance had been a lie.

There weren’t going to be any additional lies between them. Not now. That was why they were starting over. This time, they were getting things right.

“You okay?” her brother murmured. Kayla turned her head and found Jonah watching her with worried eyes.

What? Did he think she was going to break and run? She was already married to the wolf. But Gage had insisted on another ceremony. One in front of the pack. One without any kind of deceit. One to tell their kids about.

Whatever. I’m telling the kiddos about the first marriage. And the wild ride of fighting and running that followed.

Because she never wanted to lose those memories.

“Kayla?” Now Jonah was paling. Probably because he was afraid he’d have to tangle with a little chapel full of big old wolves.

She smiled at him. “Everything’s gonna be all right.”

He exhaled on a slow breath. Then nodded.

Poor guy. He was getting used to the wolves now, slowly. The Vegas wolves had started working with the group of hunters that were left. They were all rescuing those unjustly imprisoned under Lyle’s psychotic reign. And stopping the real supernatural threats that were still out there.

Having a wolf on your side could be a very, very good thing.

At the end of the aisle, Kayla stopped walking and stood in front of Gage. So strong. So dangerous. So hers.

A very good thing.

The official started talking. She was supposed to be listening. This was all important.

She couldn’t hear anything but her own heartbeat. She couldn’t look away from Gage’s eyes.

Had wolves really haunted her nightmares for years? Because she couldn’t imagine her life without this one wolf.

Then Jonah placed her hand on top of Gage’s. She repeated vows—for the second time. She pretty much had no idea what she said, but that didn’t matter.

Because soon Gage was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. She had her forever, and it was the best thing in the world.

The best.

The wolves howled and the hunters cheered, and Kayla got her happy ending.

Gage carried her over the threshold. Not some too-pink honeymoon suite this time. But into his home. His bed.

Not that they were gonna make it that far…

Kayla was already stripping him.

He tried to slow her down. “Sweetheart, let’s go slow, let’s—” Gage hissed out a breath. Her hand was on his cock. He shuddered. Okay. Screw slow. They could do that one next time. They had nothing but time now.

They made it to the couch. He pulled off her dress—she’d been so beautiful in it—then stared at her white garter belt with desperate eyes.

“Um, Kayla?” His hand tightened on her thigh. “You weren’t wearing any panties.” Just that sexy as hell garter and thigh-high stockings. Hot enough to make a man drool.

She smiled. “I figured I’d save us a step.”

And even though lust was freaking eating him alive, laughter burst from him.

Kayla. She’d gotten to him from the very first moment. Wrapped him around her little, lethal fingers.

He spread her legs. “Well, if it saves us a step, that’s a damn good thing.” He put his mouth on her. Licked and kissed her delicate core and grew even more frantic for her.

Love her taste.

Her hips arched against him. She was wet. Ready. But he wasn’t done tasting.

His tongue slid into her. His thumb pushed over her clit.

She shivered beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, marking him. For a human, the woman sure had some strong she-wolf tendencies.

He stroked her again. Licked.

And felt the tightening of her muscles around him. That was it. Just a little more.

Kayla came against his mouth.

It was gonna be one hell of a night.

Gage used his teeth to pull down her stockings. He took his time licking and kissing her skin.

“Gage!”

Definite she-wolf tendencies.

He thrust into her. Sank as deep as he could go. It still wasn’t deep enough. Would anything with her ever be enough?

He kissed her. Withdrew. Thrust. Her legs wrapped around him. Her arms held him tight.

Nothing else was this good. This perfect.

The beast inside was snarling. Wild for his mate, and his mate was wild for him.

Kayla’s nails scratched down his back.

When she came again, he erupted within her seconds later. Just the start.

He’d make sure that the woman screamed with pleasure every day of her life. Every. Single. Day.

Gage wrapped his arms around her. After a while, he finally managed to get them to the bedroom. This time, he wouldn’t have to worry about a silver knife being shoved at his heart in the middle of the night.

Kayla already had his heart. She didn’t need to try and take it again. It was hers to keep, for the rest of their lives.

He lowered her onto the bed and stared down at the hunter who’d come for him. His wife.

No, there would be no silver knives this time. They would get a real honeymoon. And if they didn’t, he just might have to kill someone.

Gage climbed into bed with her and pressed a kiss to Kayla’s lips.

Forever had never tasted so good.