CHAPTER TEN
The bride stepped out of the building into the moonlight, a smile of happiness on her face. She was a few years older, her gown one of greater sophistication than what she’d worn at her first wedding. Her groom was dark-haired and handsome, his hand tenderly on the small of her back, his expression one of adoration.
The evening air smelled like spring, dewy and fresh, with a damp chill in it. The grass was soggy, but the bride merely laughed and fell into the groom’s arms as he danced with her in wide sweeping circles. The guests watched and clapped and laughed and chatted, until one by one they wandered off, leaving the bride and her groom alone.
When he kissed her, man to wife, the howling rose up in the distance.
It didn’t bring the fear it had on her first wedding night.
It brought the comfort of being in the arms of the man she loved while family, their pack, expressed their approval to the moon in the woods around them.
Liv woke up slowly, the contentment of the dream lingering, making her sigh in pleasure as she rolled over and reached for Sebastian. The bride, Liv’s great-grandmother, had been happy with her groom, her new life, and that was reassuring to see.
It was Liv’s wedding day now.
It was spring, just like it was for the bride’s special day in her dream.
A new beginning for both of them.
Sebastian stirred a little, reaching to wrap his arm around her, his eyes still closed. “Happy wedding day,” he murmured.
Liv snuggled against his warm chest. Sebastian had proposed right after Scarborough had died, after they had dealt with all the logistics of telling the police they had all been fishing and Scarborough had been attacked by a wolf. That had been six months earlier, and while life as a werewolf has taken some adjustment, Liv was truly and blissfully happy.
“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” The timing was right. It felt like everything had come full circle. A year earlier she had been mourning his disappearance, now she had Sebastian forever.
“And you’re a beautiful bride.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t have spent the night apart last night?” Liv asked, even as she dropped a little kiss on his shoulder. “It seems weird to wake up together on our wedding day.”
His eyes opened and he pulled her on top of him, giving her a deep, long, satisfying kiss. “If we’d spent the night apart, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
A little shift of her hips, and he was deep inside her.
Liv sighed in pleasure, still relaxed and sleepy, his body hard and solid beneath her. “That’s very true,” she breathed.
They moved together in a lazy, slow rhythm, her nipples brushing against his chest. Everything felt warm and snuggly and sexy, her heart filled with love, her body responding instantly to him as it always did.
When she had a delicious and long orgasm, her hips spread wide over him, Liv stared into Sebastian’s eyes.
“I can’t wait until you’re my wife,” he said, pumping a little more frantically inside her.
“Me, either. Just a few more hours.” She clenched her muscles around him. “So I guess that was my last single-lady orgasm. It was a good one.”
His eyebrows shot up. “We still have a whole hour until we have to be anywhere. I think you have another orgasm or two in you.”
She laughed. “I wasn’t trying to challenge you.”
But he got serious. “I’ll always do whatever I can to make you happy.”
Her heart swelled at his sincere expression. “I am happy.”
She was. Every minute with him.
As happy as a bride on her wedding day.