Warrick drew Cora against him with one hand, while the other wiped at the tears on his cheeks. “We’ll be there,” he said.
Cora nodded. “Thank you.” There was a brief hesitation before she added, “I love you, Emme. I promise to make this up to you, and no matter what it takes, I will never betray your friendship again.”
As far as I was concerned, they hadn’t betrayed it in the first place.
There was nothing left to forgive.
EPILOGUE PART TWO
EMME
Iwoke to the sensation of a warm tongue sliding along my clit. Kellan, who had requested me all to himself on his birthday, groaned and pulled me closer, lapping at my dripping core.
“Golden,” I gasped, sleep and pleasure swirling in my head as I clutched the silky sheets.
A rumble spilled from his lips and sent vibrations from my clit to my damn toes. “Kellan Jackson,” I rasped in a husky voice. “It’s your birthday. I’m supposed to give you?—”
He cut me off by sliding a finger inside me and curling it before he added a second. He timed each unhurried thrust with a maddening swirl of his tongue over my clit. The moment he stroked my g-spot, I exploded into an intense release, which had my vision flashing black and white, like my brain had fritzed out.
“That’s it, baby,” Kellan crooned, catching every drop of my cum, and when he finally lifted his face, his smile was wide and satisfied. “That’s how you start a fucking birthday. With your favorite breakfast.”
My breaths heaved in and out as I wiggled my fingers for him to come up to me. “Happy birthday, mate,” I whispered as he crawled over me, our lips meeting in a kiss that was as slow and decadent as Kellaneating his favorite breakfast. “Holy shit, you did such a good job. I swear to the goddess, your tongue should be classified as a weapon againstall females.”
Kellan’s pupils flared, and he sucked in a ragged breath. “Not all females, Shortcake. Just you. Always and only you.”
He kissed me again, both of us tasting the sweet musk of my release. Without breaking away from me, he lifted his hips and I widened my legs. His first thrust was unhurried too, as if this morning was about savoring our time together.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at how good it felt.
“Best birthday ever,” he whispered, violet gaze on my face. When I was with my alphas like this, they always felt like the gravity that kept me here.
“For the rest of your life, you get birthdays just like this,” I promised, licking my way up his throat, needing more of his taste.
When we couldn’t handle the edging any longer, his thrusts picked up momentum, and I loved that when my orgasm hit he tensed and called out my name too, spilling inside me.
Kellan stayed buried in me for the entire morning, even when we weren’t actively fucking. Oftentimes, we were having perfectly normal conversation, as he channeled Finley’s need to always be this close.
“Our contracts are up this year, but Coach said he wants us to stay on,” he murmured, playing with my hair as I rested against his chest, a soothing heartbeat under my ear. “I think we’re going to remain on the team. Fin was ready to quit on the spot, but I reminded him that not only is our enemy dead, you’re cool with us still playing. We’re young enough to beat people up and call it sport for many more years. Not to mention we’d both really miss the guys on our team.”
I dragged my fingertips across the light stubble on his cheeks. “I’m more than cool with it. I want you to do whatever makes you happy, and I love watching you both on the ice. It’s… like poetry in motion.”
Kellan kissed me so suddenly that all thoughts of hockey vanished, and we lost another hour wrapped up in each other. Eventually, it was time to get dressed for our race day. Slade had left a new racing suit on my bed, this one a goldish pink to match my braided hair, with a black wolf on the back.
We found our pack in the kitchen, already dressed in their race suits, including Slade and Talon. The twins wore black and red andfuck methey looked incredible.Hunter’s suit was a dark navy blue, Finley’s olive green, and Kellan was wearing the hell out of a gold and black number.
Okay, I wasdone for.
“Guys, this is unfair,” I said, waving my hand at them. “You were built to wear race suits, and I’m over here panting. I can’t win under these conditions. It’s cheating.”
Through our mental bond they could feel the swells of my desire, despite the way I’d spent the morning. A morning which left me so sated I could barely feel my legs still.
“I don’t need to cheat to beat you, Shortcake,” Kellan said with a smirk as he bopped my nose. “I’m just that good.”
“You’re just that cocky,” Hunter added with a nod. “One day, someone will knock you off that winning spot.”
Kellan shrugged like he wasn’t worried, and I truly loved his confidence. It was well-earned after all.
The alphas kissed me good morning—or good lunchtime, to be more accurate. Slade was last, and his nose lingered on my cheek as he breathed me in. “You look positively delicious,” he said, kissing my lips. “I’ve got ten more suits arriving next week. You will model them for us.”
