“You...love me.”  

She knew she'd heard the words, but it took a second to register. Happiness soared in her heart, thumping hard at the walls in her chest. Tears clogged her throat, and she flung herself into his arms. She didn’t need to ask how that was possible. Hell, she'd fallen for him just as fast. She could tell he'd been uncomfortable in the tux, but he'd shown up the picture-perfect groom for them. For her. 

He wrapped his arms around her, strong and protective as he lifted her off her feet. 

“Of course I do, Princess,” he whispered against her neck, not seeming at all bothered that she’d flung herself at him in front of all their guests. 

In his arms, she could easily believe it was just the two of them. In their own little world. He put her down, but kept tight hold of her to lean back and stared deeply into her eyes.  

“From the instant you walked into the bar that night, I knew you weren’t leaving with anyone but me. By the morning, I didn’t want you to leave at all. When you did, you took my heart with you.” His lips lifted in a small smile, his deep voice a balm that wound around her soul as he bared his. “Taking you home was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I seriously thought about just riding off and taking you with me.” 

“Even after you clearly rejected this life,” she said with awe. “You came back for me.” She grinned. “Of course, you did. I'm adorable!” 

He blinked, surprise flowing over his features, and then chuckled, shaking his head. “Why do I get the feeling I may regret that decision?”  

Then his expression changed, his hand spreading out over the back of her waist. The sudden heat in his eyes was enough to send shivers rolling over her skin. “How about we get out of here and I’ll show you exactly why I came back?” 

She laughed and planted a kiss on his chin. “There's an idea I can fully embrace, back and invest in.” She glanced over her shoulder at the spectators. “Let's go before they start betting on when we'll conceive our first kid. I'd hate to hear someone say outside this door.” 

Her words were music to his ears. With a low growl, the beast slipping from his lips, and he didn’t care to stop it, he swept her up in his arms. The guests erupted in cheers, lewd comments called across the room, mainly from the club who had stationed themselves near the bar. One comment, called in a deep voice, skirted the line of acceptable but was quickly followed by a meaty smack and a small yelp. Razor hid his grin, knowing that Cuffs was doing his job and keeping the brothers in line.  

A gaggle of women in the doorway stopped them, and he cocked an eyebrow at Evva, held tight in his arms. Heat and need pulled at his body, tightening all his muscles and...other parts further south. Their night together felt like a lifetime ago. If he didn’t get her out of here soon, he’d explode.  

“They want me to throw the bouquet,” she whispered, smiling at his obvious impatience.  

“Well, throw the damn thing and let’s get out of here.” 

Evva glanced around for a second and then smiled. There was a wickedness to her smile he would have worried about if directed at him. Then she threw the bouquet directly at the woman, Giselle, who'd spoken to him earlier. “Good luck, Gigi!” 

He didn’t miss the tall figure of his second in command behind her, his eyes bright with interest and a healthy dose of lust. He chuckled. “I have a feeling she’s going to need it.” 

Considering they’d done their duty, he swept out of the door with her still in his arms. Long strides took him away from the reception hall. Even in his previous life, he hadn’t visited the Castillo estates, but he’d checked out the general layout on the ride into church this morning. One structure stood out, a barn set back from the main buildings. He headed that way in silence rather than head up to the main house. After so many years of looking after himself without servants underfoot, he didn’t want to be bothered with them now. Reaching the door, he shouldered it open and strode within.  

She glanced around the barn, her brows rising. “So, um, did you have a particular reason in mind for coming here?” She blinked and smiled. “Not that I mind the horses and all. In fact, I love them, but um...” Her gaze darted down to his mouth. She leaned forward to brush her lips over his. “I'm babbling. Forget the barn.” She twined her fingers into his hair. “I don't care where you take me, as long as it's just the two of us.” 

He grinned, feeling very much like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and pushed open the door to the nearest clean stall. Kicking the door shut behind him, he dropped her feet to the ground and backed her up in the same movement. His lips crashed down over hers for a brief, hard kiss.  

“Reason…” He broke away to kiss along her neck, nipping her ear. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you, and the house has too many people between us and a bedroom.” 

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Yeah. Too far. Not good.” She ran her hands down his shoulders under his jacket and yanked at the shirt tucked in his pants. “Whoever invented dress clothes needs to be killed. Too much stuff in the way.” 

He sucked in a hard breath as her small hands found skin. His own weren’t idle, wrestling with the frothy voluminous skirts of her dress seeking her legs. “Like this dress,” he growled, frustration biting deep until he managed to fight his way through the damn stuff. His hand wrapped around her thigh, slid higher. A shiver worked its way through him to wrap around his cock, already hard in his dress pants. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. For an instant, he felt like the brute so many had called him, but her soft gasp of pleasure as he reached the curve of her ass and her hands fumbling with his fly sent the thought skittering out of his head.  

“Impatient much?” he teased, amused by her growls of irritation when she couldn’t get his fly open. Instead of helping her, he hauled her thigh up, pinning it by his side as he stroked his fingers over her satin covered pussy lips.  

“Oh, god!” She gasped, followed by, “Fucking hell! Get these pants off before I shred them.” 

Amusement escaped in a careful laugh, a sound he hadn’t heard himself make in years. Reaching between them, he flicked the fastenings on the fly loose with a practiced gesture. She crowed in triumph, already reaching for him, but he beat her too it. At the same moment, her little hand closed around his newly-freed cock, he slipped his fingers under the satin and sank a finger deep into her tight, wet pussy.  

“Please! Don't tease,” she whimpered. Her lips swept over his jaw, stopping every other second to suck and nibble. “I've missed you.” She gave another lick, then and a bite before she stroked her hand up his length slowly.  

“I mean it,” she moaned and jerked him in her small hand. “I don't think you realize how much.” 

She had all his attention, centered on the motion of her small hand. He groaned as she stroked again, in as much agony with this teasing as she was. “I realize, love.” He turned his head and claimed her lips, this time in the knowledge that their claiming was to be for a lifetime. Moving her hand, he adjusted position, setting his balance to lift her easily against the wall behind. Pulling her panties to one side, he rubbed the head of his cock between her lips, using the juices of her own arousal to lubricate their joining. Setting the thick head against her entrance, he eased his grip, letting gravity slowly impale her on his cock.  

She tore her lips from his, panting. Her gaze met his. “God, that feels amazing.” She clung to him, digging her nails into his suit jacket. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall, showing off the curve if her neck and her erratic pulse.  

She wiggled, trying to urge him to speed up. “I'm. Going. To. Die.” She puffed each word out between moans. “You're killing me here.” 

How he managed to arch an eyebrow with the little temptress wriggling like that on his cock, he had no idea, but he did.  

“Oh? I think we have to work on your patience issues, Princess,” he ground out, lifting her off his length. This time though, he didn’t let her slide back down. Instead, he slid a hand up her back to clasp around her nape, driving up into her at the same time he pulled her down onto his cock. She gasped, her head back and her eyes closed. Her expression was pure bliss.  

She was speechless, a first for his princess. Triumph surged through him and he did it again, ignoring the earth-shattering pleasure that coursed through his body in favor of driving into her hard and fast. “How’s that, Princess? You like getting taken hard by your mate, in your wedding dress?” 

“I don't like it.” Her pussy flexed around him, legs squeezing around his waist. “I love it. Can't wait for the naked version of this.” She inhaled deep. “But there's... Too much talking,” she groaned. “Need more fucking.” 

Hell, yes. He could really get behind that idea. His groan echoed hers as he drove into her again, their passion rattling the very wall they leaned against as he took the woman he loved with everything he had in him.  

* * *

Another moan tore from the center of her chest to rush out of her lips. Tension turned her muscles stiff. The feel of each thrust hit so much more than just her body. Every plunge felt like a new branding from the inside. Her pussy clenched tight around his cock.  

Oh, lord. But then he'd pull back and drive even harder than before. With so much power. Hard. Deep. So fucking good she swore she'd pass out from pleasure. Oxygen beat at her lungs, fighting its way in. She couldn’t speak at that point, her focus solely on his body owning hers. 

The soft growl that slipped from his lips, reverberating against her neck where he kissed her rolled through her entire body, reaching her clit, which ached in response. Everything about him found a response in her. A perfect dance, like their souls touched at the same time their bodies became one.  

“I love you,” she moaned. Couldn't she have done this later? Like maybe after he made her come? Apparently, her emotions and her animal were in agreement, wanted to be known. Not the best timing but what the hell?  

She cleared her throat, pressing back the knot growing there. “Not because you fuck like a god, which you do.”  

She loved the wildness of his features. The blue glow to his eyes was one she'd always be turned on by. Tension twined around her core, building to that giant ball she knew would soon crack.  

“I can't even really explain it other than to say my heart hurts when I'm not with you.” She swallowed hard, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head from how fucking delicious he felt pumping into her. “From the first moment our eyes met, something about you slipped deep into me. So deep it reached my soul.” 

He pulled back and drove into her, adding a twist of his lithe hips that made her eyes cross in absolute pleasure. “The mate bond,” he muttered, his voice raspy with a growl. “I felt the same way. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were trouble.” 

“I'm not trouble.” She moaned, tension twined inside, turning her muscles stiffer. “Okay, maybe a little.”  

Her body's temperature shot through the roof. Hotter than ever. Everything inside her woman and animal loved the way he pounded into her. Reckless. Every thrust pushed her, urged her closer to release. Just a little more and she'd be there.  

Hell, she wanted it so bad. To feel him deep and hard inside when she came. Then, as if he'd read her mind, he increased in speed. Gliding his teeth by the curve of her neck. Her breath caught in anticipation, waiting for his teeth to pierce her skin. Waiting for the bite that would claim her more thoroughly in their word than the human ceremony they’d been through.  

Tension coiled within her, so tight that it felt like she’d shatter apart if he didn’t do something. The pause between him pulling back and surging into her again took an eternity. He thrust. Bit. Pleasure and pain surged through her body, shards of ecstasy exploding through her veins.  

A half-choked scream tore from her throat. Her body quaked with waves of pleasure skating within her and stealing her breath away. He groaned as her body clamped around him, the strong walls of her pussy milking his cock. Pulling his teeth from her neck, he thrust hard within her again. Once, twice, then threw his head back and howled as he came deep within her. 

“I...” She tried to calm her racing heart. Not happening. Had he not been holding her, she'd have slid down that wall into a boneless, quivering puddle on the floor. “I should probably ask how you feel about children.” 

He leaned back to look in her eyes, his chest still heaving from the exertion, and the blue ring of his wolf in his eyes. “They’re cute, but I couldn’t eat a whole one?” The quirk of his lips gave him away, and he reached up to smooth a loose curl back behind her ear. “I like kids. Why do you ask?” 

"Well," she cleared her throat, visualizing a smaller female version of Razor. Just as badass but in a cute pink skirt. “I hope you like them a lot more than that.” She watched him lick his lips and almost groaned. Christ that man had a mouth she could kiss forever. “I should probably tell you that I'm in my mating moon. And unless you plan on not doing what we just did again for a while, we might be headed in that direction.” 

He blinked, utter shock flowing over his hard, beautiful features. She held her breath, expecting the worst. Perhaps he didn’t want kids at all? 

Then he smiled, and the breath she’d been holding punched free. 

“Actually,” he said, moving in for another, perfect kiss. “That’s just gonna make me want to do it more.”