Page 23 of Wedding for My Werewolf (Fairhaven Falls #7)

One month later…

Nichola dragged Robin over to the dance floor again, but this time she didn’t waste her breath arguing. She’d already learned that she was no match for a determined female troll. And it was fun to dance—another one of the things she’d missed out on when her childhood had been cut short. At least it was fun until a satyr danced up to her and tried to put his hand on her ass. Two seconds later he was slammed up against the wall, surrounded by four very angry werewolves.

“Oh my,” Nichola muttered. “Is it just me or is that the hottest thing ever? All those bulging muscles and threatening growls.”

“My Pack is very protective,” she giggled. “They think I need looking after, just because I’m human.”

“You all right, Robin?” Baldwin asked as the satyr edged nervously out the door, only a little the worse for wear.

“I’m fine, fine.” She waved a dismissive hand, floating on a cloud of fuzzy pink margaritas. “You don’t have to tell Eric, do you?”

The flash of Baldwin’s fangs was answer enough, and she groaned. Her mate had not been happy about the girls’ night at the Moonshine Tavern and he would be even less happy if Baldwin told him someone had tried to touch her. She darted a quick look at the door, half-expecting, half-hoping to see Eric come storming in. She told herself she wasn’t disappointed when the door remained firmly closed.

“Let’s get you out of the danger zone,” Nichola said, guiding her back to their table.

Alison was still nursing her one glass of wine, Elara was giggling to herself, and Posy had her head on her hand, a dreamy smile on her face. Nichola looked at the four of them and shook her head.

“I think my work here is done. Time to start delivering you home to your mates.”

“But you don’t have a mate,” she protested. “Thash so sad. You should talk to Flora.”

Nichola shuddered.

“No, thank you. Although I might need to spend a little time with a werewolf. Or two.”

She followed the troll’s gaze and saw Baldwin giving her friend a hungry look. She giggled again.

“Are you going to let the wolf eat you up? Did you know they can make their tongueth longer? “

“Really?” Nichola gave her a wicked smile. “That sounds promising, but home first. Up you get.”

At least all of them were capable of walking this time, which was an improvement over the previous time, but they didn’t have far to go.

Eric was pacing outside the door while their other mates were on the deck by the river, talking to someone in the water.

“Ooh, is that Sam?” she asked as a tentacle flashed in the moonlight. She’d yet to meet the mysterious kraken who lived in the river.

“Yes, it is and no, you’re not going over there,” he said sternly. “In your condition you’re likely to fall in the river and you’re my little bird, not my little fish.”

“I’m fine,” she said, and promptly tripped over her feet.

He caught her of course, then picked her up and cradled her against his chest. She nuzzled his neck, nipping at his skin, and he groaned.

“If you keep that up, we won’t even make it home.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do. It’s too cold for you. We’ll save outdoor fun for the summertime.”

“Are you going to chathe me?” she giggled.

“Absolutely.”

He started to kiss her, then growled.

“Did someone touch you?”

“Nope. Pack hangout, remember?”

He opened his mouth, then shook his head. “I’d probably rather not know.”

The rest of her friends and their mates had already dispersed, and Nichola gave her a cheery wave before heading back into the Tavern.

“I told her she should let a wolf eat her up,” she giggled as they started back towards the cabin, and his eyes started to glow.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.”

“What if I want to eat you up inshtead?” she whispered and her sure-footed mate almost stumbled.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he growled, but he didn’t sound upset about the prospect.

“You’ll like it.”

“Oh, little bird. I already do.”

He kissed her and his kiss tasted like forever.

Two weeks later…

Robin woke slowly, her body deliciously sore and aching in all the right places. Even after all their nights together, the knot still surprised her every time.

She reached for Eric, but found the bed empty and opened her eyes.

“I’m already up, little bird. How do you feel?”

He grinned at her as he carried in a tray of coffee and pancakes and set it on the nightstand.

“Wonderful.” She blushed as she noticed all the little bite marks on his neck. “I guess I got a little carried away last night.”

“You can get carried away like that any time. I love having your mouth on me. Everywhere,” he added, his eyes glowing.

“You did seem to enjoy it.” She blushed again, remembering the way he’d groaned when she wrapped her lips around him.

“Very much. And I’m more than happy to return the favor. Anytime.”

He bent down and nuzzled her mating bite. She shivered happily, then shot a quick glance at the clock and winced.

“I guess that’s going to have to wait or I’ll be late for work.”

“Don’t worry. I talked to Garrick and he was fine with switching to Thursday this week.”

She still worked for the big gargoyle but the mansion was finally in good enough condition that she only needed to spend a few days a week there. She’d started sketching again on her free days and spent a surprising amount of time with Marjorie, involved in Pack matters. Ever since the night of the Winter Festival, they had accepted her as one of the Pack. It certainly helped that Lila had slunk out of town.

“That’s nice, but why? Is this some kind of special occasion?”

He paced over to the window and back, and she frowned. He was rarely that restless any more. But then he flashed her his devastating smile and her worries disappeared.

“Well, let’s see. It’s been six weeks since you agreed to be my mate.”

“A wonderful six weeks,” she interrupted and he grinned.

“Agreed. You’ve transferred all of Martin’s stolen money back to the company.”

Since her signature was on everything, it had turned out to be surprisingly easy.

“Kendrick is on the run,” he continued and she couldn’t help smiling. There was a certain poetic justice to the fact that now he was the hunted criminal.

“Those are all good reasons to celebrate,” she agreed.

“But that’s not all.”

He climbed onto the bed next to her and drew her into his arms. She snuggled happily against him, stroking her fingers down his chest and toying with the waistband of his jeans. He immediately started to stiffen beneath the denim, but he captured her hand in his.

“Stop distracting me.”

She waited, but he didn’t say anything else, just played with her fingers.

“Eric, what’s going on?”

“I have a confession to make,” he said slowly, darting a quick glance at her with those golden eyes, but for once she couldn’t read his expression.

“What is it?”

“A wolf can always tell when his mate is ovulating. Her scent changes, becomes more tempting.”

“Okay?”

“But your scent is always so tempting and our bond is still so new and I… I wasn’t as careful as I should have been.”

“You’re not making any sense,” she said, her pulse starting to speed up.

“I think you might be pregnant, little bird. In fact, I’m pretty sure you are.”

She jerked back and stared at him, trying to process what he’d said. A baby? She hadn’t even considered the possibility with so many other changes in her life.

“How do you know?”

“Your scent is different.”

“But you’re sure?”

He gave her a sheepish look and shrugged a shoulder.

“Wolves. We just know.”

“A baby,” she murmured, a sudden surge of longing sweeping over her. A family.

“I’ll understand if you think it’s too soon,” he added quickly.

“No.” She smiled up at him. “I think it’s perfect.”

“You’re sure?”

“Very sure.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She started to respond, then pulled back and gave him a worried look.

“Do you think your mother knows?”

“I think that if my mother knew the entire town would be on our doorstep,” he said dryly. “But it won’t take her long to figure it out.”

“In that case, we’d better celebrate while we can.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled him. He growled softly, his big hands settling on her hips.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.”

She rocked back and forth on his erection and he pulled her head down so he could nuzzle her mating bite, sending little sparks of excitement through her body.

“Little bird,” he murmured, cupping her ass to help her move against him. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to leave this room today.”

“I’m okay with that.”

And as he rolled her over and started kissing his way down her body, she couldn’t help but smile. She had found a place to belong and a mate who loved her and now their family was growing. And she couldn’t wait.

Flora smiled and took a congratulatory sip of whiskey. Another successful mating. But then again, Eric and Robin hadn’t been too much of a challenge—all they’d needed was a little push. She suspected the next couple she’d set her sights on was going to require a little more assistance.