“I’d choose you too,” I say, kissing his bottom lip and sucking on it slowly.
Mason growls under his breath and I squeal a little bit when he stands up, lifting me with him. I wrap my legs around him and he hauls me off to the bedroom and all but tosses me on the bed. My heart pounds with excitement. Mason has always been the gentlest lover but I find myself anticipating something different tonight.
“Don’t hold back,” I say, looking up at Mason as he hovers over me. “Please don’t.”
Mason nods and then he’s on me, plunging his tongue into my mouth before we start tearing our clothes off. It’s wild and hot and we keep the lights on tonight as our naked bodies meet. Mason’s mouth goes to my neck, his hard cock pressing against my stomach and I wrap my legs around him again as his teeth sink into my skin.
He’s marking me. I feel it. It’s painful in the best way and I hold him tightly again, raking my nails up his back, feeling him giving me the mark that mates give mates. The mark that says I’m his and we’re never to be parted.
“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes welling up with tears. “I love you so much, Mason.”
Mason answers by clutching me and laving the mark he’s just made with his tongue before thrusting inside me in one sudden, hot slide that fills me up so abruptly and completely that I throw my head back, lost to a kind of bliss that’s more than just the pleasure coursing through me. We’re entwined together now, finding our rhythm and Mason looks into my eyes as I feel him throbbing inside of me until we come, gasping and murmuring our love until we’re boneless with exhaustion and he rests on top of me, our legs tangled together, our hearts beating against one another.
“I love you too,” Mason says.
Epilogue: Alice
Six months later...
“She did great,” Mason says. He leans sideways to put his arm around me which is slightly awkward since we’re sitting at a giant dinner table.
I feel my face flush but I won’t argue. Everyone at the Tremblay dinner table is looking at me though and it is just a little bit overwhelming, even if I’m no longer intimidated by all the pomp and circumstance that comes with full moon dinners at the Tremblay estate.
“I was very impressed,” Xander says. “And I really think all the other alphas and elders were too.” Xander holds up his wine glass and tips it in my direction and I smile slowly back, nodding my thanks.
Just a week ago, I gave my presentation to the elders and alphas of the Washington state clan of wolf shifters. My aim was to present to them the idea of creating rules that would bring some order to how pups and mates are treated instead of allowing packs to always rules themselves. It’s a difficult kind of concept to introduce to wolves who want to keep to their packs and not be too intrusive. But everyone saw how bad Hardwidge got and there has been a lot of discussion since it was dissolved about how they could have gotten away with what they did for so long. The only problem is that Hardwidge was based in Oregon and under the auspices of that clan. My proposal to Xander and the others was that we introduce whatever rules would be agreed upon in Washington first and then bring them to the Oregon clan.
I gave the presentation at the estate in the big, fancy study with all its mahogany and fancy books and barrel aged bourbon around me. I would’ve been more comfortable in Mason’s living room, that’s for sure. But I did come prepared. I did a whole research into the packs of Washington and found a few instances of pretty bad abuses. It wasn’t easy to talk about those right in front of the alphas of those packs but they didn’t deny them having occurred either. I think those occurrences were dealt with to some degree. But the alphas, at least most of them, seemed amenable to my proposal. Some of them have problems with it “in principle” but Xander thinks they can be swayed. How long it takes to impose those new rules, is anyone’s guess. They haven’t even been written yet.
I’ve been very busy. Besides that presentation, I’ve been working at the bookstore and going to school. I’ve also been in contact with my old friend, Andy, who I managed to track down. He’s happily living with a new pack in Tacoma and Mason and I are planning a visit. I find myself glad that I do have this one friend from the old, awful days at Hardwidge. I’m also grateful for my friendship with Luna, who understands me in a way I didn’t think possible. I’ve gotten to know Michelle too and the three of us have standing happy hour no matter how much homework I have or how much Michelle and Aaron’s little pup, Trevor, is giving them trouble. The happy hour is iron clad.
Now at dinner, the Tremblays are telling me to my face how happy they are to have me in their family. Luna reaches over to squeeze my hand.
“Just let them overwhelm you,” she says, chuckling. “They mean well and it’ll be over soon.”
I see what she means. It’s a little bit intense to face the Tremblays even when they like you. Mrs. Tremblay squeezes my hand between hers after dinner and is downright weeping when she tells me how grateful she is for me (for probably the fourth time). All I can do is hug her and promise myself that I will be a person who deserves this much love in my life. Mason’s father too gives me a very nice speech about the importance of family and a good mate and all I can do is nod and smile and try not to laugh when Micah makes faces behind him.
But after dinner, the fun starts. Because after dinner, we shift.
Ever since that final confrontation I had with Jason (if one even can call it that), I’ve been able to shift again.
Nothing in this world makes me happier than running beside Mason; our two wolves healthy, joyous and free. He chases me and I chase him. For a little while, I let him go off with his brothers and I play around with Luna for a while, the two of us splashing through the creek or wrestling. Then we pair off again and sometimes we just rest a little, the two of us curled up somewhere quiet in the woods, snuffling fitting together like puzzle pieces and feeling each other’s hearts.
We can’t speak as wolves but we don’t need to speak when we run. Because every time Mason so much as looks at me, I can hear in my head what he’s thinking: my mate.
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