Epilogue
It had been one week and four days since Melinda had awoken a werewolf. Eleven days of not knowing her own strength, not being able to control her form and tearing through almost all of her clothing, Manchu not knowing what to make of her, and lots and lots of hot sex with her attentive mates.
Today, they’d given her a reprieve. She needed more clothes.
Louis had suggested she not bother with clothes at all.
That would have pleased him no end, her walking around perpetually naked.
Pierre had sent for Annabelle. They’d never get any training done if she never wore any clothes.
That hadn’t seemed like a bad thing to Louis.
So here they were, Melinda swamped in one of Louis’ T-shirts, crowded around the kitchen bench as Louis helped her prepare Kung Pao chicken.
It wouldn’t be so bad—she would have enjoyed chatting with Annabelle again, asking her a few questions about her turning as her mates talked with Gabriel—if Louis hadn’t found her remote-controlled vibrator.
Pierre must have packed it when they’d left London.
Whether he’d intended it to be used quite this way, Melinda would never know, but Louis had a devious mind.
Why had she agreed to letting him insert it?
Because he’d given her the choice of trying what he’d suggested on the night of her claiming—something she wasn’t sure if she was ready for yet—or this.
She clenched her hand around the wok handle as Louis stuffed his hand in his pocket and hit the remote.
Melinda shot him a glare, then focused on stirring the onions.
Her whole body was primed. Louis knew what he was doing with that thing.
Pressing that button at regular intervals, enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to send her over. Not yet, anyway.
But he would. Send her over the edge. A few more strategic presses of that button and she’d orgasm right in front of everyone.
He’d get a kick out of that. As if they didn’t already know what was going on.
Annabelle winked at her. Yeah, they knew.
Gabriel was too polite to say anything, though he sent a heated gaze in Annabelle’s direction.
Pierre… He was enjoying it in his own way.
Louis smirked. She did her best to ignore him, focusing on what Gabriel was saying with the attentiveness of a gamer about to lose her highest score.
“It’s been two weeks since Isobella went back in time.” Gabriel’s hand dipped from Annabelle’s hip to her ass, and he pulled his mate in closer. “We’re still here. That’s got to count for something.”
Annabelle leaned into her mate. “I know she had to go, but I worry about her, how she’s coping, how long it took before your ancestors found her.”
Gabriel’s grip on his mate tightened. “I know, bébé. I know you miss her, but this way she gets to live a long and happy life. Had she stayed…”
Pierre side-eyed her, before leaning his elbows on the countertop. “What about Stef? And how did Maxime take it when you told him?”
“I’m surprised he’s not here.” Louis pressed the button on the remote again. “Beating you to a pulp. He’s always been over-protective of her.”
Pierre’s nostrils flared. Melinda elbowed Louis, glaring at him. He ignored her.
“He wasn’t surprised when I rang.” Gabriel snorted. “Fils de pute knew it was going to happen. He’s the one that gave her one of the pack’s amulets so she could do it.”
Pierre straightened. “He gave her an amulet? Knowing she would use it to go back in time? How the hell did he know?”
Gabriel scowled. “That blasted journal he’s got. The one written by Gaharet d’Louncrais and passed down to every alpha through the centuries, is far more detailed than he lets on. I’d love to get a good look at it, but Maxime keeps it hidden.”
Louis pressed the damn button on the remote again, making her jump. Melinda kicked him in the calf. Louis sniggered. Pierre’s attention snapped to her. Gabriel rolled his eyes. Another press of the remote and Melinda clamped down on a moan, her body twitching. She was so damn close.
Pierre’s eyes narrowed on Louis. “Louis.”
Louis pressed the remote again, holding it down for longer. “Mm?”
Melinda parted her mouth on a gasp.
Pierre held his hand out to Louis. “Give it over.”
Oh, thank God. Thank you, Pierre.
Louis produced the remote and slid it across the counter. Annabelle and Gabriel followed its progress.
Melinda’s already hot cheeks caught fire. She made a grab for it, but Pierre was faster, snatching it out of her reach.
Turn it off, Pierre. Please.
Pierre studied the little gadget for a minute, then a slow smile spread across his lips.
Oh, no.
He pressed the button. Once, twice, three times. Then held it on for a long minute. Melinda couldn’t help the low moan that slipped out between her lips.
Annabelle grabbed her purse. “On that note, we’re out of here. I’ll get you some clothes and have them sent up to you. In a few hours. I think you guys are going to be busy for a while.” She eyed her mate. “And so will we.”
Gabriel rumbled his agreement.
At the doorway, Annabelle turned. “Have fun, sweetie.”
Then they were gone, leaving Melinda with her two devious mates and that damn remote. She lunged for it, but Pierre held it above her head. He leaned over and switched off the gas on the cooktop. “I don’t think we’ll be needing food for a while.”
Melinda bolted from the kitchen.
Louis chuckled behind her. “You can’t run far enough away, Melinda. We have the remote.”
As she reached the top of the stairs, Pierre pressed the remote and held it on. Melinda slid down the wall. Yes. She was going to… Pierre took his finger off the button and her orgasm slipped away. Nooo!
Louis started up the stairs, Pierre close behind him. “This is going to be fun.”
Pierre scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. “Oui, I wish I’d remembered this sooner.”
“I still think we should keep her naked for the next three months.” Louis stripped his shirt away from her body. “Are you ready, chouquette?”
Melinda was more than ready.