Even if her heart still hammered like a hummingbird every time I got close.
I secretly adored the effect I had on her.
In between talking over Liam, who got louder with each glass of whisky, Willow leaned into me, flicking her tongue over my ear. I dusted a knuckle under her chin, and a nervous bumble of words spilled from her painted lips.
“What if they had looked before the wedding? There are a few days when they could.”
It took a second, but I finally realized what she had asked. My girl was nervous the Italians would figure out when our marriage actually took place.
And come to collect.
I did nothing by halves.
Especially when it came to the well-being of my wife.
While the city clerk had been less than amenable to our advances at first, he relented eventually. I had mistakenly believed money would have been enough to convince the clerk to backdate the license and close up the offices in the interim.
Unfortunately, the clerk was one of the few people in government with any morals. In a civil servant position. It shocked me. It had slowed things slightly. Luckily for us, after some digging, Aidan found payments to a mistress the clerk didn’t want his wife to know about.
So much for morals.
In the end, it worked out for me. Blackmail was more effective and saved me money, with the added benefit of keeping my omega protected.
“Bad luck. City clerk’s office has been closed all week. They’ll never know the difference. I promised you would always be safe with me.”
A series of emotions flittered across her features before landing on a sort of reverence that made my chest swell with pride.
Everyone made pleasant conversation over the delicious meal Aileen cooked. Me, on the other hand, counted the minutes until I could sweep my wife away for the evening and show her thecourting gift I had been most desperate to give her.
My body ached at the prospect of being buried in her sweet pussy. I edged myself into oblivion all day. I wasn’t usually a sadist, but, fuck, for some reason, knotting my omega the morning of our wedding didn’t sit right with me.
Now I sat at this table, squeezing her thigh. On the verge of a rut. Desperately in need of release. Ideally, buried inside her.
It didn’t help that I fucking smelled her arousal underneath that pretty gown of hers. I licked my teeth, already imagining peeling her out of that silky fabric and revealing her gorgeous tits and curves.
Sweat glistened on the delicate column of her throat as she pushed a piece of cake around with her fork. I didn’t notice any distress in her scent, and my hand crept higher up her thigh until she squeaked, releasing her fork with a clatter.
Everyone except Sam ignored her outburst. The woman narrowed her eyes at me, only relenting when she connected why Willow had reacted that way. She pressed the rim of her wineglass into her lips, giving me a tiny nod of approval.
“Eat, Omega,” I commanded, lifting a piece of the cherry sponge to her lips.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Fuck.
She was so sweet when she wanted to be. I rewarded her by moving my hand slightly lower, groaning as her lips closed around my fingers. That sweet pink tongue darted out, taking the sugary treat. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes twinkled.
Siren.She knew what she was doing to me.
I was seconds away from sending our guests away and tossing her over my shoulder like an unhinged alpha.
And maybe I was.
Willow made me crazy.
Soon, Aileen retired to bed with a glass of wine while my brothers filtered out one by one. Sam kneeled beside Willow, giving her a big hug, saying Torin and Aidan agreed to drive her home. I leveled a stern glare at the pair of them.
Both were honorable, but I silently commanded that absolutelyno fuckery happen between them and Willow’s best friend. They were in a committed relationship, and I never saw them bring another into their bed, but Aidan’s glazed expression gave me pause.
