The females giggled and a few people said, “awww.”
“You were everything I thought I didn’t want. It took me a long time to realize that the reason I was unhappy was because I wanted the wrong things.” He got up to where Lindsey stood and touched his cheek. “And now I’m faced with realizing the world I thought I knew is mysterious and scary. The only things that are real to me are you and Jazz and the love I have for you.”
Lindsey frowned and wiped the tears that flooded from his eyes. “Did they make you say that?”
Seth chuckled. “All the werewolves in the world couldn’t make me say I love someone if I don’t. I’d die first. And quite honestly, if you don’t want me, I’d just as soon die.”
Lindsey sniffed. “But I’m not even a very good werewolf. I’m half human and not nearly as cool as the others.”
Seth cocked his half smile. “I’m all human, so you’re cooler than me. Besides, you’re Super Granny.” Seth smoothed Lindsey’s hair. “You’re both grandma and the wolf.”
All around the room, the wolves repeated the words. “Super Granny.”
“Lindsey is Super Granny.”
Seth gripped Lindsey’s shoulders. “But if I’m not being forced into this marriage, maybe you are. I totally understand if you don’t want to marry a cop with a chip on his shoulder and no sense of style. Maybe you don’t want me.”
Lindsey wiped at his cheeks. “Of course I want you.”
“Is that all?”
Lindsey shook his head. “Of course I want you—darling!” He threw his arms around Seth’s neck and kissed him.
Somewhere in the background, he heard the wolves clearing their throats and shuffling their feet. Even Paris and Cole hadn’t put on a PDA for the group when they married, and wolves did not do gay. He did not give—a shit!
When he finally came up for air, Landon invited them to recite their vows. Seth asked Jazz to stand up with him. The kid wiped his eyes and stood proudly beside his friend. Lindsey extended his hand to Cole, who stepped up beside him.
Landon said inspiring words about pack and welcoming the first full human ever into their community. The vows were gorgeous, and Lindsey repeated them with joy. But nothing could ever surpass those words—I think I fell in love with you the first day I met you.
He knew in his whole life he’d never forget the sound of Seth saying, “I do.”
When Landon asked him if he took this man, Lindsey smiled. “I fell in love with you the first time I smelled you. And I do.”
By the time they’d linked arms and sipped champagne, fed each other a bite of cake, and accepted the sincere if reserved well-wishes of the pack, the moon was full and shining. Lindsey looked up at Seth. “So, are you up for this?”
Seth swallowed and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
They walked outside arm in arm and boarded a truck. Forty minutes later, the assembled wolves all piled out in their remote running woods. Excitement trembled in the air.
Lindsey led Seth to a spot under a tree. He pulled off his neck scarf and laid it on the grass. “So you don’t mess up your finery.”
They both sat. Jazz ran over, dressed only in his briefs, and squatted in front of Lindsey. “I’m scared.”
“No need to be. You’re relaxed and know what to expect. It will burn a little, but not much. You’ll love being a wolf, Jazz.” He hugged him. “And in case I haven’t mentioned it, I love you.”
Tears filled his eyes. “Thank you for loving me.”
Seth put his arm around them both. “Hey, me too.”
Suddenly Jazz shuddered. “Oh God, it’s happening, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Don’t be afraid. We’re here.”
Jazz’s whole body seemed to ripple and flow, the outline of the boy expanding to become a golden-eyed, brown wolf, large and powerful. For a moment the eyes looked surprised.
One of the other boys, still in human form, called, “Come on, Jazz.”
Two young wolves barked, and the big brown turned and sped across the grass. Everywhere figures morphed and changed, and soon the huge silver wolf led them away, howling at the moon.
Seth stared after them. “Amazing. Completely mind-blowing.” He looked at Lindsey. “Hey, aren’t you going to, uh, shift and run with them? Hell, I’ll bet you can outrun them all.”
“I’d rather stay here with my new husband.”
“Don’t you have to turn into a wolf?”
“No. I’m half human. I feel the energy but not the compulsion.”
“Is that what happened the night you escaped from the kidnappers? Did you shift?”
“Yes. I shifted quickly when no one saw me. Wolf paws don’t fit handcuffs.”
“And later, I felt—fur! You devil, you were shifting.”
Lindsey shrugged. “A little. I was fighting the change.”
Seth wrapped an arm tight around Lindsey and circled his ear with a soft, wet tongue. “Want to go somewhere and do it again?”
“Oh yes.” His smile was so wide it hurt.
“I’ll let you fuck me and bite me and hold me down until I scream. I can’t wait to have that monster wolf cock inside me.”
Lindsey shivered and stared into the golden eyes. A soft growl vibrated in his throat. “You really like it, don’t you? You get off on my wolfiness.”
“Oh yeah. I never thought I’d find a man who could satisfy my love of dominance. I was right.” He chuckled. “I needed a werewolf.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve been holding back.” Lindsey laughed.
Seth took his hand and pressed it against the stone-hard cock in his tux. “I can’t wait. I actually made a reservation for us at some cabins up in Maine for our honeymoon. Real remote, where we can make lots of noise. You could probably even shift and run up there.”
Lindsey sighed. “That sounds so wonderful. Can we stop at my house first and tell my family about the wedding?”
“I’d be proud to.”
“I should warn you, they’ll probably want us to have a big ceremony for all their friends.”
“Hell, for you, I’ll get married fifty times.”
Lindsey leaned against Seth’s shoulder. “Honeymoon, huh? So they gave you time off now that you solved all the mysteries?”
“Not all.”
“Oh?”
Seth’s face got serious. “If I live a thousand years, I’ll never solve the mystery that’s you.”
Lindsey smiled and wrapped his hand around Seth’s cheek. “Want to kiss me in the full moonlight—darling?”
Meet Tara Lain
Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters - and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn't believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara's characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara's creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor or maybe a Ravensclaw but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.