Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC) (7 page)

“A-hh well,” Kurt stuttered, then paused. When he spoke again, his voice held that note of superiority that had always pissed Razor off. “You’ve been gone a long time. Dale’s done so mu—”

He surged to his feet, dwarfing his father. The older wolf skittered back in alarm, and then stopped as if he remembered that people could see him.

“Listen, old man. I don’t give a flying rat’s ass what Dale’s done or not done. I don’t want your fucking pack, or anything to do with you or it. But let me tell you something for nothing.” He put his empty beer down on the table and advanced on his father.

“My wife is the alpha of the Castillo pack, so if I hear
anything
about dodgy dealings, or you try and fuck her over, you’ll have me to deal with. Do I make myself clear?”

***

The reception hall was amazing. Straight out of a fairy tale. There were flowers everywhere. No expense had been spared. The moment they’d entered, family members had rushed up to her and crowded around, to the point she’d been separated from Razor. The women in her family had a lot to say about her groom.

“Oh, my God, Evva!” Lainie gasped. “He’s hot and sorta scary.”

Evva choked on the champagne she’d been given, the drink cooling some of her heat. “He’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?” Lainie’s head cocked to the side, studying Razor and his biker friends. They’d lined the back walls of the church, ready to step up for their president if needed. “Who’s that other guy there?”

Lainie pointed at the one Razor had called Scales at the bar. “I’m not sure, but I think you probably don’t want to get on his bad side.”

Her cousin continued to watch them with interest. “He doesn’t look very dangerous.”

“Trust me, honey, he’s—”

“Was he the one?” Gigi brushed up beside her, interrupting her conversation with Lainie.

“Yeah,” she grinned, glancing over to her man chatting with his friends. “Not sure how this happened, but I’m not going to fight it.”

“Hmm. Looked more to me like you were ready to argue if it didn’t happen,” Gigi giggled, her gaze stuck on the men. “So who are those guys surrounding him?”

“His biker friends,” she answered, waiting for him to turn her way so she could nod toward the door. She wanted to have a few words with him. Wasn’t going to happen as long as he was way over there, and she was way over here.

“That guy he’s talking to, he’s got that whole rough and rugged sexiness going with a side of wow.”

She heard the interest clear in Gigi’s voice. She followed Gigi’s gaze. Ah, interesting. Gigi had her sights set on one of the guys from the bar. The guy Evva had first spoken to when she waltzed into the bar the night her life changed. He was eyeing Gigi like she was going to be his next meal.

“I think his name is Cuffs. He was actually really polite when I showed up at the bar,” she giggled. “Tried to get me out of there before I caused trouble.”

“Poor guy. Guess he realized within thirty seconds how right he was.” Gigi sipped from her drink, her gaze stuck on the big wolf.

“I need to talk to him,” Evva grumbled.

“Cuffs?” Gigi frowned.

“No. My husband.” Wow. It was so strange to say that. But he was her husband, and she had quite a few questions for him.

“Oh,” Gigi finally broke off from her visual attachment to Cuffs and glanced at her. “I can help you there. Go stand by the entrance, and I’ll guide him your way.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, ready to do what Gigi suggested.

“Tell him you’re ready to start your wedding night, and if he doesn’t hurry you’ll go on without him.”

She laughed and tried to appear composed as she half-ran half-strolled to the door. She bit her tongue at every pause to say hello to someone and smile at a new congratulatory remark.

Her breath tripped in her chest when she watched Gigi say something to Razor, motioning toward the door. He tipped back the champagne, swallowing the entire contents in the flute in a single swig, his gaze locked on her. Then he marched straight for her. People moved out of his way, the look in his eyes that of a predator ready for a chase. She gulped. What the hell had Gigi really said to him?

He reached her within seconds, the blue ring around his silver eyes again. Heat and darkness swirled in those mercurial depths.

“So...a little birdie tells me that you’re planning on starting the celebrations without me,” he said, his voice silky smooth and oh, so dangerous.

“I don't think that would be in my best interest.” She swallowed hard. Damn, he was so sexy in that tux. Maybe she could get him to strip out of it. Slowly. Wait, what the hell was she doing thinking sex? She had questions that needed answers.

“We need to talk.” She eyed the people over his shoulder. His friends watched them. One had humor written all over his face and dollar bills were being passed back and forth. “Are they betting at our reception?”

The corner of his lips quirked. “There seems to be quite a book going, yes. Mostly on how long it’ll take us to disappear. Although Scales has an outside bet on me not waiting until we’re out of the door before I strip you naked and make you mine, and Peach over there is betting on you slapping me. In fact, I think he’s offered money to anyone to suggest it to you.”

Clearly having him for a husband meant she'd never be bored if this was any indication. She shook her head. Men. “I don't think I could smack you for getting me out of here when that's exactly what I'm wanting. Except for the naked part. Let's wait till we're alone for that.”

She had to tamp down the urge to get closer to him. Ask the questions. Then hot sex.

“Why didn't you tell me who you were when you brought me home? We discussed my wedding. But you didn't say anything.”

“I like to hold my cards close to my chest.” He shrugged, the one shouldered movement nonchalant, but the heat in his eyes anything but. “If I’d told you who I was, you’d have realized my family were lying about Dale. Somehow, I doubt you and your father would have gone through with the wedding if you’d known.”

He grinned, taking a step closer to snag her around the waist and pull her up hard against him. “And I was
very
invested in this wedding going ahead.”

She blinked, now very interested in his words. She knew her reasons. Love. She'd fallen for the big sexy as sin biker and didn't want to let him go. Even if it was by signing a contract for marriage. “Why did you want this wedding to happen?”

He stood for a moment, his expression unreadable. Just as it had been before he’d ridden away from her the other morning. Her heart stuttered, contracting painfully for a second. Perhaps this wasn’t the fairytale she’d hoped it would be. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same way.

Then he smiled. A full, genuine, drop-dead gorgeous smile that opened up his expression, and she could see all the way down to his soul. “Because I fell in love with the pack princess who walked into my bar.”

Chapter Six

 “You...love me.”

She knew she'd heard the words, but it took a second to register. Happiness soared in her heart, thumping hard at the walls in her chest. Tears clogged her throat, and she flung herself into his arms. She didn’t need to ask how that was possible. Hell, she'd fallen for him just as fast. She could tell he'd been uncomfortable in the tux, but he'd shown up the picture-perfect perfect groom for them. For her.

He wrapped his arms around her, strong and protective as he lifted her off her feet.

“Of course I do, Princess,” he whispered against her neck, not seeming at all bothered that she’d flung herself at him in front of all their guests.

In his arms, she could easily believe it was just the two of them. In their own little world. He put her down, but kept tight hold of her to lean back and stared deeply into her eyes.

“From the instant you walked into the bar that night, I knew you weren’t leaving with anyone but me. By the morning, I didn’t want you to leave at all. When you did, you took my heart with you.” His lips lifted in a small smile, his deep voice a balm that wound around her soul as he bared his. “Taking you home was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I seriously thought about just riding off and taking you with me.”

“Even after you clearly rejected this life,” she said with awe. “You came back for me.” She grinned. “Of course, you did. I'm adorable!”

He blinked, surprise flowing over his features, and then chuckled, shaking his head. “Why do I get the feeling I may regret that decision?”

Then his expression changed, his hand spreading out over the back of her waist. The sudden heat in his eyes was enough to send shivers rolling over her skin. “How about we get out of here and I’ll show you exactly why I came back?”

She laughed and planted a kiss on his chin. “There's an idea I can fully embrace, back and invest in.” She glanced over her shoulder at the spectators. “Let's go before they start betting on when we'll conceive our first kid. I'd hate to hear someone say outside this door.”

Her words were music to his ears. With a low growl, the beast slipping from his lips, and he didn’t care to stop it, he swept her up in his arms. The guests erupted in cheers, lewd comments called across the room, mainly from the club who had stationed themselves near the bar. One comment, called in a deep voice, skirted the line of acceptable but was quickly followed by a meaty smack and a small yelp. Razor hid his grin, knowing that Cuffs was doing his job and keeping the brothers in line.

A gaggle of women in the doorway stopped them, and he cocked an eyebrow at Evva, held tight in his arms. Heat and need pulled at his body, tightening all his muscles and...other parts further south. Their night together felt like a lifetime ago. If he didn’t get her out of here soon, he’d explode.

“They want me to throw the bouquet,” she whispered, smiling at his obvious impatience.

“Well, throw the damn thing and let’s get out of here.”

Evva glanced around for a second and then smiled. There was a wickedness to her smile he would have worried about if directed at him. Then she threw the bouquet directly at the woman, Giselle, who'd spoken to him earlier. “Good luck, Gigi!”

He didn’t miss the tall figure of his second in command behind her, his eyes bright with interest and a healthy dose of lust. He chuckled. “I have a feeling she’s going to need it.”

Considering they’d done their duty, he swept out of the door with her still in his arms. Long strides took him away from the reception hall. Even in his previous life, he hadn’t visited the Castillo estates, but he’d checked out the general layout on the ride into church this morning. One structure stood out, a barn set back from the main buildings. He headed that way in silence rather than head up to the main house. After so many years of looking after himself without servants underfoot, he didn’t want to be bothered with them now. Reaching the door, he shouldered it open and strode within.

She glanced around the barn, her brows rising. “So, um, did you have a particular reason in mind for coming here?” She blinked and smiled. “Not that I mind the horses and all. In fact, I love them, but um...” Her gaze darted down to his mouth. She leaned forward to brush her lips over his. “I'm babbling. Forget the barn.” She twined her fingers into his hair. “I don't care where you take me, as long as it's just the two of us.”

He grinned, feeling very much like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and pushed open the door to the nearest clean stall. Kicking the door shut behind him, he dropped her feet to the ground and backed her up in the same movement. His lips crashed down over hers for a brief, hard kiss.

“Reason…” He broke away to kiss along her neck, nipping her ear. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you, and the house has too many people between us and a bedroom.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Yeah. Too far. Not good.” She ran her hands down his shoulders under his jacket and yanked at the shirt tucked in his pants. “Whoever invented dress clothes needs to be killed. Too much stuff in the way.”

He sucked in a hard breath as her small hands found skin. His own weren’t idle, wrestling with the frothy voluminous skirts of her dress seeking her legs. “Like this dress,” he growled, frustration biting deep until he managed to fight his way through the damn stuff. His hand wrapped around her thigh, slid higher. A shiver worked its way through him to wrap around his cock, already hard in his dress pants. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. For an instant, he felt like the brute so many had called him, but her soft gasp of pleasure as he reached the curve of her ass and her hands fumbling with his fly sent the thought skittering out of his head.

“Impatient much?” he teased, amused by her growls of irritation when she couldn’t get his fly open. Instead of helping her, he hauled her thigh up, pinning it by his side as he stroked his fingers over her satin covered pussy lips.

“Oh, god!” She gasped, followed by, “Fucking hell! Get these pants off before I shred them.”

Amusement escaped in a careful laugh, a sound he hadn’t heard himself make in years. Reaching between them, he flicked the fastenings on the fly loose with a practiced gesture. She crowed in triumph, already reaching for him, but he beat her too it. At the same moment, her little hand closed around his newly-freed cock, he slipped his fingers under the satin and sank a finger deep into her tight, wet pussy.

“Please! Don't tease,” she whimpered. Her lips swept over his jaw, stopping every other second to suck and nibble. “I've missed you.” She gave another lick, then and a bite before she stroked her hand up his length slowly.

“I mean it,” she moaned and jerked him in her small hand. “I don't think you realize how much.”

She had all his attention, centered on the motion of her small hand. He groaned as she stroked again, in as much agony with this teasing as she was. “I realize, love.” He turned his head and claimed her lips, this time in the knowledge that their claiming was to be for a lifetime. Moving her hand, he adjusted position, setting his balance to lift her easily against the wall behind. Pulling her panties to one side, he rubbed the head of his cock between her lips, using the juices of her own arousal to lubricate their joining. Setting the thick head against her entrance, he eased his grip, letting gravity slowly impale her on his cock.