Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 168701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 844(@200wpm)___ 675(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 844(@200wpm)___ 675(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Oscar looks over his shoulder at Riley and then walks to him and does figure eights around Riley’s legs.
“This one doesn’t seem to have a hate on for me,” he says.
“He was a dog in his past life,” I deadpan.
Riley looks at me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m shitting him or not. I crack a smile and cackle, falling to my back.
Riley pounces, flipping me to my stomach, hauling my dress up, and then I hear the sharp intake of breath before he whacks my bare bottom. “Wicked witch,” he breathes as I gasp at the sting and give him what I know must be a sexually charged look over my shoulder. I know it must be sexually charged because I’ve seen that kind of look in his eyes often the past couple days. The past couple of absolutely blissful days.
He hauls me over his lap. “Like this dress, baby,” he says.
“Thanks,” I whisper, feeling my face heat.
“How many dresses you got?”
“Probably seventy.”
He laughs. “But no underwear?” He gives me a stern look.
“Got lots of undies. Just not wearing any right now,” I reply.
“Two of my pack brothers were here. Don’t do that if people are over.”
“I didn’t know you were bringing them home,” I defend. “I wanted to give you easy access, Dream Boat.”
He gives me a saucy smile. “You always wear dresses?”
“Always,” I reply.
“I fuckin’ like a lot that you’re always in a dress. Love easy access. Don’t mind workin’ for access either.”
I smile wide. “I have some very complicated bustier and garter belt sets.”
His eyes flash. “Let’s circle back to that later. Right now, I’m thinking back to you sitting cross-legged on the grass out back and knowing there was nothing between those guys and what’s mine? Doesn’t make me too happy, mate.”
“My dress was covering the vicinity,” I say with an eyeroll.
“And if I’d growled?” he asks.
I blink with fake innocence.
“In fact, I did growl in the kitchen and that means you went back outside wet for me. I think you need another spanking before you get your fucking.”
“I think you might be right.” I nod in agreement.
He bursts out laughing and then whacks my butt one more time before he turns me over to my back and disappears under the full skirt of the dress.
Riley takes his time kissing from my inner thigh upwards and then he runs a hot palm up my smarting behind before he grabs it in a way that can only be taken as containing a strong message. “Naughty little witch. Whenever I catch you without panties, you’re gettin’ a spanking.” He sucks my clit and then growls directly against it.
And I don’t know if I’m about to melt, detonate, or both.
“What else will earn me some domestic discipline, Wolfie?” I ask breathlessly.
He laughs low and it’s sexy as fuck.
“Whenever I feel you’re naughty or sassy. How do you feel about that?”
“I feel like I might start being extra naughty with a side of sassy.”
He moves up my body and laughs against my throat, against the very sensitive bitemark he put there.
“Love my sassy little witch.”
“Love you, Riley,” I say back, looping my arms around his neck.
And then I grab a handful of his hair and try to steer his head back under my skirt.
He doesn’t make me exert too much effort.
But then he exerts a whole lot of effort under my dress.
***
It’s dinner party time and the gang is here. All seven council alphas. My family. Bailey and her parents. Her father didn’t shake my hand and I felt tension when he and Aunt Mimi greeted one another, but her mother did shake hands with all my sisters, Aunt Mimi, and then gave me a hug. And though I saw him flex his jaw muscles, he also looked guilty at me catching him do it. I offered a smile. Greyson pulled him aside at that point and things looked a little tense for a minute before Carrie and Graydon sat down and joined the conversation.
Tyson’s mom Cat is also here with her partner Stan and of course Ivy and Amie are here too with their men. I also invited Cicely.
We’re in the back yard and though there’s only one table, several people brought lawn chairs.
Riley is at the grill working on the burgers, chicken, and sausages. I texted the group chat earlier and my sisters shopped on their way back, bringing food for dinner, including six types of salad and a whack of dessert items as well as two pre-made charcuterie boards from the Drowsy Hollow supermarket. And people who came brought food, wine, booze, and other appetizers.
The gate opens and Riley’s mother is coming into the yard wearing a pretty sundress and carrying a bouquet of flowers. She’s on the arm of a good-looking man with long, dark hair and a salt and pepper beard that I’d know is Riley’s father Atticus even if she weren’t on his arm. He’s carrying a bottle of booze as well as a tub of something. Though Riley has his mom’s eyes, he looks a lot like his dad. You can see the strong resemblance between Lucy Savage and her sister Cat. You can also see that the males in the family take after one another. Riley and Tyson are standing together and it’s clear that Atticus Savage is related to them both.