Epilogue

The day was almost over. At first, Zoe stressed about it, but the wedding planner made sure everything was absolutely perfect: the see through tents set up by the lake, the rounded lights, softly glowing in the sunset, and her husband, Damien. She couldn’t have asked for more.

There was a small gathering of people still in there, mostly saying their good byes.

She turned to Damien. He looked more handsome than ever... sexier than ever. It had been a day filled with surprises, Franklin and Mav played a few songs. They had this weird southern happy folk sound that was unique, it was funny and sweet.

They had danced, held and kissed each other, and people partied until they couldn’t stand. Zoe looked at Damien, looking positively radiant. He looked back, smiling.

“This was the best night of my life,” she said, “I’m so tired.”

“Oh, you mean you’re done?” he teased.

“You wish I was done, later on tonight we’re having our own private party... and I feel it’s gonna be a wild one.”

“Zoe you can’t say that in public,” he whispered.

“Really?” she said looking down at the rising bulge in his pants, “and why is that?”

“I’m gonna have my vengeance, Ms. Black.”

The mere sound of those words turned her on. This was supposed to be a sweet night but here they were, whispering sexy secrets to each other.

“Oh! I’m so scared, please! I’m an innocent girl, please don’t make me do bad things...”

She could see his cock stiffening, pressed against the fabric of his pants. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, but as she did it she grazed his hard cock with the back of her fingers.

To anyone looking, it was a lovely sweet kiss from a new wife to his husband. Only they knew the truth.

“Damn it,” Damien said, his erection plainly visible now, he almost jumped to the nearest chair, hiding it while sitting. Zoe couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Vengeance is coming, Ms. Black,” he told her.

“I love you,” she replied with a wink and sat on his lap, pecking him on the lips.

“Get a room guys,” Maverick said, walking to them. “Oh gosh, I forgot, that’s where you’re headed!”

“Shut your mouth or you’re going home with a fat lip,” Damien said joking, Maverick laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m just kidding boss!” he said, reaching them, “But really, you do make a great couple. The best. I’m so happy for you.”

Zoe jumped up and hugged him, “Thank you,” she said. Damien stood beside her, erection controlled, crisis averted—thank heaven—and shook his hand.

“You’re next, man, hope you know it.”

Maverick almost jumped back.

“The hell I am! I’m gonna be single forever, married life’s not for me.”

“I think it was me saying those exact words, years back, remember?”

Maverick took one step back, then shook his head in a surprised half laugh.

“Boss, come on! Don’t say stuff like that, just let me enjoy the rest of the party!”

Damien put his arm around Mav’s shoulder. “I’m kidding man, I’m glad you’re here with us, you wanna be a bachelor forever? Be a bachelor forever!”

“Hey, you know, the crew’s going to Ike’s Bar, we’re having a little after party, wanna come?”

Damien looked at Zoe, both of them had one thing in their minds.

“Nah, Mav, thanks. These past few days have been very busy, I just wanna go to bed.”

Zoe narrowed her eyes, smiling, but didn’t answer.

“All right!” Mav said going back to the crew, “you married people are so boring!”

Zoe turned to Damien, his big arm around her.

“Let’s go”, he told her, lifting her in his arms, going straight to the huge pick-up truck, decorated in all kinds of adornments, including a cheesy “Just Married” sign and cans tied to the rear bumper.

They laughed until their bellies hurt, and then laughed some more.

***

She ripped his clothes off as soon as they got home. He pinned her against the wall, holding her hands above her, kissing her wildly, nibbling her earlobe and biting her neck.

She still had her white dress on, a beautiful, classy design with a sweetheart neckline. He pulled it down, exposing her breast, and slowly kissing her body, savoring each moment. She was dripping wet, wanting this for hours now, her panties soaked, waiting for him. She moaned as he slipped his finger through her legs, her white dress hiding the details of the movement.

He caressed her, every inch of her center softly touched by his middle finger, “I love you,” he said, she tried to reply but he entered her, turning her words into a loud moan.

“What did you say?” Damien teased her, “Say you love me, honey.”

His finger was pleasuring her, motioning inside her, teasing her g-spot. Her legs almost gave in but she was held firmly by him.

“Say it,” he repeated, going for her breasts now, kissing them, finding her hard nipples, teasing them at first and then slowly licking them, sucking them.

Her whole body was on fire, his words provoking her, she was almost delirious.

“I love you,” she managed to say. He continued pleasuring her until she was about to explode.

“I love you too, Zoe,” he said just in time for her to shatter in a thousand pieces, screaming wildly, her thighs soaked in her juice. This orgasm was hard and long and just before it was done she could hear him saying “I completely adore you.”

He let go and she fell into him, breathing hard, exhausted. He took her upstairs, and placed her on his —their— bed.

He helped her out of her dress, slowly, lovingly, and as she lay in bed, with him on top, she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Mate me,” she said.

Damien looked at her and silently nodded.

“I want to belong to you,” Zoe continued.

“I belong to you, and you to me, my love,” he replied.

She touched his face, and felt his hardness on her thighs, her entrance waiting for him, the tip of his cock teasing her.

“Fuck me,” she said, and whimpered as he penetrated her, sliding deep into her wetness.

She shivered, his cock was big, sending delicious jolts of lusty pain inside as he wrapped himself in her.

He was burning hot, filling her insides like never before. She was ready, she had been ready since the moment they met, and now she was going to be his mate.

Damien slid inside her faster and faster, her clit rubbed against him, her spot inside caressed. This night they became one.

The motions were anticipated by each other, pleasure coming to a zenith. His left hand grabbed the back of her neck and his kissing turned more urgent.

She felt the tip of his canines touch her shoulder, his cock sliding in and out of her and she couldn’t resist any longer.

“Mate me, Damien, mate me!” she yelled.

They were almost frantic, she was about to finish and felt his bite, a primal bite, sinking into her.

There was pain but he kept going, she felt her slit juicing him, lubricating him, her pain turning to pleasure, the biting harder and harder now, a growl crescendoing inside of him, she felt her shoulder as if it was on the verge of exploding and screamed in pain, coming at the same time. Damien screaming with her, both orgasming thunderously, their voices mixing and rattling every inch of the cabin.

After a few moments of silent exhaustion, Damien finally spoke.

“It is done,” he said.

Zoe’s shoulder hurt but she didn’t mind, she loved that pain.

“Yes,” she said.

He turned to her, looking at the bite.

“I am yours now, and you are mine, nothing can separate us.”

She smiled, her shoulder tingling as if a hive of ants were walking on it. She noticed the pain was slowly fading.

“You promise?” she asked.

She was a bear shifter now, like her man.

He kissed her and whispered in her ear, “I promise you that there is not a thing in the world that will stand between us, I promise you are the love of my life, and each passing day my love grows bigger. You are everything to me.”

She hugged him.

“And I promise,” he said, his eyes teasingly looking at her, “that we’re just getting started tonight, I told you I was going to have my revenge...”

“Oh, save me please!” she faked, “the bear man is coming for me!”

“Oh no darling... you’re coming for me.” he said, going in for a kiss, delighted.