Chapter Fifteen #3
“This day has been a long time coming,” I said, feeling the goofy smile on my face and not caring how goofy it actually looked.
“We are pleased and honored to have shared it with you. Food will be served shortly, and Kyle has been ordered not to smash the cake in my face.” That got a laugh, as I’d hoped it would.
“Stay as long as you’re able, and thank you so much for being here. ”
One thing about werewolves, we knew how to throw parties.
The reception had a blend of music that I suspected Kyle of putting together to get on my nerves, but the guests seemed to enjoy it.
People danced. Ate. Chatted. At one point, I caught a glimpse of Xavier and Ren dancing together to a slow song, around the corner of the house so they were out of sight of most of the guests.
I pretended I didn’t see them. Whoever they were to each other, and however they chose to handle it, was their business.
Kyle spent some of the time with his family, and I caught him giving me looks that were somewhere between gratitude and anger. We would definitely be having a discussion later. But for now, he seemed happy to see them, and I was glad I’d invited them.
Silas, Quinn, and Malachi were the first to leave, around midafternoon, since Silas had to get back to running Canada.
Kyle and I both hugged Quinn goodbye and stuck with handshakes for Silas and Malachi, along with agreements to host and visit them again soon.
I didn’t want Quinn to leave now any more than I had back at the turn of the year, but being my guard wasn’t his life anymore.
He had Malachi and his younger siblings, though the siblings still lived in Manitoba and Quinn had only been able to see them once in person since Silas lifted the restriction on them knowing what Quinn was.
He would be going to school. Becoming the doctor he’d wanted to be for years, even if he was going about it in a different way.
He didn’t belong with me anymore, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t miss him.
Over the next few hours, others left, with the arkhons needing to get back to their regions and others needing to get home to prepare for Monday.
Justin and Tareth left on the early side so they could get Chal home to sleep in his own crib; apparently he hadn’t been impressed with the travel crib they’d had him in the night before.
Just before dusk, I gave Kyle privacy to say goodbye to his family before Laurits, who was now on duty, drove them to the airport.
I didn’t know what he said to them, but as we stood side by side, watching them get into the SUV, tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I missed them. So much. But I wish they hadn’t come, because now I’m going to miss them all over again.
I was just getting used to not seeing them, and you brought them here. ”
“I’m sorry.” I took his hand, relieved that he let me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Kyle. My family couldn’t be here. I don’t know where the hell they are, or if any of them are even alive. I thought one of us should have family here.”
“What happened to, the pack is our family?” He glared at me through watery eyes. “I understand why you did it, Tobias, and I love you for thinking of it, but I kind of hate you for it right now too. Because I thought last time was the last time I would see them, and now this is.”
“I’m so sorry, Kyle.” I wished I could say something to make him feel better. “I fucked up. I thought it would be good for you to see them. I should have asked.”
“You were trying to give me something nice.” He squeezed my hand. “It sucks, but I got over it before, and I’ll get over it again. At least this time, I had a chance to tell them that I might not be in touch often but I love them and think about them all the time.”
“Maybe you can be in touch with them,” I said without thinking.”
“Yeah, the Anax makes the rules.” He shook his head. “Don’t make an exception for me unless there’s a damn good reason. Me getting all weepy because I can’t hug my mommy and daddy isn’t a good reason.”
“We’ll talk about it.” Maybe I would change the laws. Werewolves could petition their leaders for permission to keep in contact with human partners and children they had before they were changed. Why couldn’t parents and siblings be part of the deal?
Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though. It was my wedding day. I wasn’t the Anax today, I was just Tobias Rogan, and I was celebrating with my husband.
The party lasted well after dusk, until my guards, along with Kirk, Carlos, and Harriet, started walking around quietly suggesting that people hit the road, or hit their pillows if they were staying overnight. Within an hour, everyone else left.
Kyle and I went up to our suite, and I pulled him into my arms while I kicked the door shut. “Our wedding night.”
“Yep, and you’d better get that frigging tux off, because I don’t think you’d be too happy if I rip it.” He pushed me away, not entirely gently, and started taking off his clothes. “Let’s go. I want to find out if fucking you feels different now.”
“I don’t want you to fuck me.” I started undoing too many buttons, along with the goddamn bow tie that I probably should have gotten rid of sooner. “I want you to make love to me.”
“I’m on board with that.”
We raced to see which of us could undress faster, and Kyle won because I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d worn a tux.
When we were naked, he grabbed me and propelled me toward the bed.
“I’m going to suck you. You’re going to suck me.
My cock might end up in your ass. It might not. You have any requests?”
“Make love to me,” I said again as I arranged myself on the bed, my head on the pillows. “Other than that, it’s all up to you. I’m yours.”
“You sure as hell are.” He grinned and got the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He dropped it beside me and knelt over me to lower his mouth to my cock.
His mouth felt amazing, and he definitely knew how to use his lips and tongue to stoke the fire that was already burning in me.
Now I understood why he’d put off sex. Building the anticipation made everything feel so much better.
So much more intense. He stroked my thighs as I reflexively gripped his hair, and the pleasure grew in me until I wanted to cry out.
I didn’t. There were still werewolves in the house, and we didn’t need to be overheard.
But I damn well wanted to shout Kyle’s name, especially as his touch, his mouth, brought me closer and closer to the brink until I toppled over, letting out a low moan that I somehow managed to keep reasonably quiet.
When I came back to my senses, he was sitting beside me with a smug grin. “Didn’t think I’d be able to get you off that fast. Want to see if you can do the same to me?”
“I want you inside me.” He had ordered me to suck him, but maybe he would give me an out on that. I wanted to taste him, but more than that, I wanted him fucking me. Hard and fast, slow and easy, however he wanted, but I needed to feel him inside me.
Feel my husband inside me.
He grinned and picked up the lube. “You owe me a blowjob. But I don’t feel like waiting to have your ass around my dick. Watch me while I fuck you, Tobias. This is a claiming. Not like when you claimed me as your mate, but this is proof that you’re mine.”
“Whatever you say,” I gasped as he started applying the cold lube to my ass.
When we were both ready, he eased into me, way too slowly. The pleasure built, my need and craving, and so did something else. The joining, the power I’d felt with him when we spoke our vows.
“Whose are you, Tobias Rogan?” he asked softly when he was fully inside me.
“Yours, Kyle Slidell.” I puckered my lips, and he bent to kiss me. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He grinned and started moving in and out of me, again nowhere near as fast as I wanted, but he picked up the pace as I moved beneath him.
We matched our rhythm, moving together as one. I felt more connected to him than I remembered ever feeling, except maybe on the night I’d claimed him as my mate, and he murmured soft words of belonging and love that only increased the connection.
We came together, whispering each other’s name, feeling each other’s ecstasy until the shared orgasm faded and Kyle collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around him, not caring about the fluids between us, and simply held him.
Mine. He was mine.
After a few minutes we got up and showered quickly, then went back to bed. Wrapped up in each other, we didn’t speak, because nothing needed to be said. My mate. My husband.
My Kyle.
His breathing slowed before mine, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t faking sleep. Eyes open, I tried to match my breathing to his.
I was still the Anax. That hadn’t changed. There were still a shit ton of things to fix among the werewolves of the country. Some of them still hated me. Some of them probably wanted me dead.
But I wasn’t alone. I had my Kyle, and I wouldn’t let anything separate us again. He made me stronger. He made me better.
I loved him. For the rest of our lives.
See how Tobias viewed his early encounters with Kyle, before Kyle became a werewolf, in “Side Salad,” a rewriting of the first chapter of book 1 of Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat from Tobias’s point of view.