Looking up at Dylan, her nerves began to build. The Alpha got the final word on who joined the Pack. What if he changes his mind and doesn’t want another Shifter type to catch heat for? What if he didn’t like panthers anyways?
“Before you say anything,” Dylan began, holding eye contact with Jackson. Giving her hand a squeeze, he continued. “Look, you guys are my family, my brothers. I love you guys and would do anything for you, you know that.” Taking a deep breath, he pulled Flora closer.
“This is my woman. My lover, my life.” Not standing down, he wrapped an arm around Flora. “Flora is staying with me.”
“And what if I say she can’t join the Pack?” Jackson asked, crossing his arms. Flora couldn’t breathe, she could only imagine how Dylan was feeling. Smiling down at her, his deep brown eyes stared into hers, a look that spoke volumes.
“Then we go.”
“Dylan, no, he won’t be going,” Flora rushed out, barely knowing what to say, trying to pull herself away. The last thing she wanted was to break apart the Pack. “Dylan, you can’t do that. I love you. I do, so much. But because I love you, I can’t let you walk away from something you love so much. We can work this out a different way —”
“Well, then it’s a good thing I was going to ask Flora to join the Enchanted Pack,” Jackson cut her off, turning his full attention to her. “Flora Larkspur, will you join the Enchanted Pack?”
The spotlight was all on her. Hardly breathing, she couldn’t believe what he was asking her.
“Why would you want a panther in your Pack?” Now she couldn’t believe she’d given him a chance to take the invitation back. What the hell was going on today?
“Though you have one badass animal, you’re more than your animal, you're Flora. If Dylan’s willing to leave his Pack for you, a Pack he’s sacrificed so much for, then you’re special to him. If you're special to him, you belong with him,” Jackson explained. “Plus, we already have a bear and a crow among this Pack of wolves what’s adding another breed? I don’t care about that kind of thing.”
Looking up at Dylan, she nodded. She knew what she wanted to do.
“Jackson, I would be honored to join the Enchanted Pack,” Flora said, turning to look at her new Alpha. Shock filled her; she, a black panther, joined a Pack. A Pack wanted her, a wolf Pack, of all things. She could hardly believe it.
“Okay, now that you're part of my Pack, my own question can’t wait any longer,” Dylan said, taking both of Flora’s hands into his. “Flora Larkspur, will you be my soulmate?”
Flora pulled her hand from his to caress the side of his face, warm love and admiration filling her gaze. Her heart pounded at the rush of being in love. Of being in love with a wolf. In being a panther who was part of a Pack. All of it felt like a fantasyland dream she’d never want to wake up from. Dismissing all her fears, doubts, and worries about being a mixed-breed couple, she leaned into Dylan, her eyes meeting his.
“Yes.” Her breathless answer left her lips as she landed a kiss on Dylan. The kiss of a lifetime, his warm lips covering her tear-stained ones. Their combined heat exploded between them.
“Of course, I’ll be your soulmate.”
EPILOGUE PART 1
DYLAN
He was officially obsessed with the sly panther lying under him. From day one, he should’ve known that Flora Enchanted would have him wrapped around her finger. That he’d proudly follow her around like a lost puppy. Only being truly lost when he wasn’t with her. He never thought he’d have it all. His mate and his Pack both chose him. He couldn’t ask life for more.
He dragged his kisses lower and lower down her panting body. The curves and waves of her brown skin glistened with sweet sweat. Her little groans urged him to do more. To take a bite of her large hips and mark her over and over again until he’d completely covered her mind, body, and soul. The mating marks they'd left on each other's shoulders shone proudly. He mindlessly ran his hand over the mark, a reminder to both him and her, that they belonged together.
“Love,” Flora moaned, her fingers gripping the sensitive strands of his outgrown hair. “Don’t cut this.” Her leg hooked over his shoulder, the newfound strength in her consistently trained muscles squeezing his head closer to her center.
“So, you have something to reign with when I do this,” he said, taking a precise lick up her cunt, paying special attention to her pretty clit. He was sure he wouldn’t need a haircut the way Flora pulled. The pain mixed with the rapture he found while pleasing Flora.
“So fucking wet.”
He couldn’t get enough. Simply sucking on her clit would never be enough for his wanting lover. She’d want more, crave more, just as he did. Her body thrashed under him, and her thighs held on tight as he slipped two fingers inside her. Edging her closer and closer to her peak with each circling motion. He kept at it until the rush of his reward graced his lips, and even then, he worked his fingers until she was finished.
He’d do this every day if she’d let him. Getting her off was a hobby he’d quickly become advanced in, practicing for hours on end. Shared pleasure was usually a vamp thing, but damn, was their connection just as close.
“I need you,” she gasped, pulling his head tight against her.
“Whatever you desire, kitty cat,” Dylan murmured.
“Dylan.”
He was slow, dragging out the pleasure with the pain of waiting. The strain of wanting and not receiving that he knew she secretly loved. Someone telling her no. Something having full control over her. He lunged for a kiss. A kiss so desperate, so wild. A smile from both parties brought a sense of peace. His hands wrapped around her neck, bringing her closer to him. The kiss she returned told Dylan everything he needed to know.
This was his soul mate. He had been blessed enough to meet such a beautiful soul.
