Bronx

Epilogue

One Week Later

Kenya paused at the edge of the river, her heart racing as she looked behind her, waiting for her mate to catch up. In the past, running seemed like a punishment, but now, it was her favorite way to move around the mountain. Shaking her white fur, she tilted her head, listening for his approach. By the time she heard a twig snap to her left, it was too late, he’d already pinned her to the ground. Damn, how had he managed to circle around so quickly? It was damned humbling to find out she’d been gloating about outrunning him only to discover he’d beaten her at her own game.

Mine!

She loved telepathic communication when they were in their wolf. The intimacy ramped up her desire and her back arched in anticipation of his possession.

Yes, yours. Always.

We have time before we need to leave.

Kenya knew what he wanted and was more than happy to comply. Feeling his cock prodding her ass, his teeth pressed against the sides of her thick fur-covered neck. Bondage was proving to be her kink. They’d tried several variations, but having his bite was definitely her favorite.

He’d claimed her ass the first night they’d arrived. She’d felt her wolf surge to the surface as soon as they stepped from the truck the Lamonts left for them at the airport. Kenya started to panic when her clothes began falling to the ground in tatters, but Bronx spoke into her mind, assuring her everything was as it should be. The popping of her bones as they moved into new positions was intimidating at first, but now, she was able to shift on the run.

Cheŕ, stay in the moment, or you’re going to walk down the aisle with a paddled ass. Now that I think about it, I would love to show everyone how beautiful your cheeks look when they’re bright red.

He thrust into her so hard, Kenya yelped before groaning as the sting morphed into thundering need. His possession, the sound of the water tumbling over the rocky riverbed, and the cool breeze blowing in her face were all it took to send her soaring into an orgasm so powerful, she was barely aware of his howl as his release sent heated spurts deep in her ass.

Last night, Kenya was introduced to dinner at the Lamonts. Their glass tabletop hid nothing, and the Doms took great pleasure in baring their subs pink bits to their fellow diners. Katarina had been fondled by her husbands to orgasm twice before dessert. Several other club members joined them, and Kenya’s embarrassment at having her legs spread wide, displaying her newly waxed pussy to everyone’s view, faded quickly since the other subs were equally exposed.

“Shift, Cheŕ.” The sound of Bronx’s human voice startled her out of her post-orgasmic stupor. Shifting quickly, she snuggled against him as he carried her the short distance to the elaborate home the Lamonts referred to as a cabin.

An hour later, Kenya walked into the living room to find Bronx staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the front of the entire home. She’d been surprised how quickly the sun set behind the mountains and wondered if the locals ever missed seeing it set over water or a wide-open prairie. Kenya felt the moment he sensed her presence, his sharply indrawn breath the only indication he’d looked up from whatever he’d been watching.

“Fuck me, you are stunning, mate.” He took in her short white lace dress and smiled. She’d been concerned it was too skimpy until she’d seen the appreciation in his eyes. “Lift the skirt and show me. I want to see your bare pussy decorated with the pretty pearls.” He’d set her on the edge of the bathroom counter after her shower and spread her legs so wide, she was sure he’d been able to see her most hidden secrets.

The small pearl clip he’d attached to her pussy lips pushed them back, leaving her clit unprotected, and the smallest brush of air made her shudder. Getting dressed had been torture, and the simple act of walking down the hall had made her so horny, she’d been forced to pause twice to avoid coming without permission. She had no idea how she was going to walk down the cobblestone walkway to the Lamonts’ gazebo over the creek, where they’d be legally joined as husband and wife.

Pulling her dress up far enough, the warm air from the fireplace brushing against her clit was enough to make her knees tremble.

“That’s perfect, mate.”

She was startled to realize he’d moved across the room to stand in front of her. Lowering her dress, he wrapped a jacket around her shoulders and led her to the door.

“Come on. Let’s go get married.”

The End