I move my hips to match Victor, meeting him stroke for stroke. His breath comes fast, his back curled so that he can raise his hips higher, get further inside of me. I’m gasping now, gasping for air, gasping for release. I want more of him as he pounds into me, the rhythm of him carrying my passion
There is a long moment where neither of us move. And then Victor groans – not the kind of groan he made just a few minutes ago, but the sound of a very tired man. He rolls back away from me, moving his hand from my hip. Suddenly cold and awkward without the solid warmth of him behind me, I sit up a
“I can’t live like this.” I spread my hands to my sides, encompassing everything – everything we feel, everything we’ve experienced, all the complications of his wedding, and the boys, and my father. “I tried, Victor. It’s not working.” “It’s fine, Evelyn,” he growls, leaning forward. “It was one s
A few days later, Christmas morning dawns with a fresh fall of snow, which I’m glad to see. It’s been so long since we’ve had a white Christmas. It’s the boys’ first, actually. They came tearing down the stairs at the break of dawn, eager for their presents, but I was ready for them, having slept d
“I don’t know, baby,” I say, taking a deep breath. “He sent down all your presents, but he probably wants to spend Christmas with Amelia. She’s going to be his wife very soon, and they’re going to build a family.” “But we’re his family,” Ian whines. “I know, and you always will be,” I say. “But…th
Ian openly rolls his eyes, but Alvin hides his feelings a little better, looking back down at his train. “What’s a Luna, daddy?” I frown, surprised to hear him ask. I know that he already knows the answer. “A Luna is what you call an Alpha’s mate,” Victor says, and I can hear surprise in his voice
“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.” The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are
When we arrive over an hour later, the boys are thrilled, but everyone else is, I think, feeling the strain. The boys spent the rest of the ride continuing to needle Amelia about little things, despite Victor and my equal attempts at intervention. I may not like the girl, but it’s her wedding – she