9

David and I stood outside the balcony. The twinkling stars of midnight hung over us. Behind us in the living room lay Oliver fast asleep on the couch. The time was a few hours after our

David looped his arm around my waist and smiled at me. "

"Now that our pre-honeymoon is over, what do you say-" I pressed a finger against his lips.

"The next time you suggest we go anywhere for any reason, remind me to say 'no,'" I instructed him.

He chuckled. "And miss out on all this excitement?"

I straightened and glared at him. "You think it's fun meeting death? I could formally introduce you to him."

David smiled and rubbed my stomach. "I doubt he would be so merciful to me, or find such a loophole for myself."

I leaned away from him and studied his face. "Speaking of death, how'd you know I wasn't going to permanently killed by that curse?"

David looked back over his shoulder and nodded at Oliver. "He told me the details of the curse, and from a short phone call with Cotio I guessed the rest, though Fennix's demise was a pleasant surprise."

My eyebrows crashed down. "You guessed with my life?"

He recoiled from my anger. "Maybe?"

I pressed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. "That's it! The wedding's off! No more sexy time for a naught wolf like you!"

David laughed and wrapped both arms around me. "It's not that easy, my mate. When werewolves choose a mate, they choose them for life. That means you're stuck with me."

A sly grin slid onto my lips. "No, that means you're stuck with me."

I aimed my knee for his family jewels, but he leaned down and captured my lips in a hot, passionate kiss.

I pulled us apart and glared at him. "Why'd you have to be so sexy?"

He chuckled. "It's just a gift."

I sighed and leaned against his chest. "I suppose I can live with that gift."

And I happily did, for a long, long, long time.


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