Witch And The Wolf

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Damien

It had been almost a month since the fire and our witch visit. Work had progressed quickly on repairs to the library. Amelia had changed several things, from paint color to furniture, several times. The pack was working hard to get it right, but she seemed unsettled with every change. She never spoke about losing Bailey, and it hurt to think she was burying her pain. She had drifted further from her magic, but I did not want to pry and so I kept the pack working on her room, oversaw new recruit training, and worked with Archie and Marcus to strengthen our security. We all fell into a routine, but there was a quiet discomfort that surrounded us. Amelia slept in my arms every night, but even that didn’t seem to dispel the overwhelming feeling everyone had that we were not the same.

“We should get married.” Ameia shocked me at breakfast, in between bites of her breakfast, causing me to almost choke.

“Excuse me?” I asked her to clarify, confused at her casual tone.

“We should get married.” She repeated, smiling at me.

“My love, shouldn’t I be asking you that? Over a romantic dinner or something like that?” I was thrown by the way she said it, like suggesting we watch a movie, rather than doing something special. I sat back in my chair, looking at her, watching her face to try and discern the thought behind her words.

“I know but I have been thinking about it.” She stood up and crossed to my chair, pouring herself into my lap. “I think with everything that has happened here and the way we have all been working to return to normal, I think us getting married would be a fun reason to celebrate. Something fun for everyone. We can do a small ceremony but then have a big party. You know?” She wrapped her arms around me, her body pressing into mine.

“Okay” I agreed softly, as her lips found mine, drawing me into a deep, slow kiss. “I love you” I say against her mouth, stealing extra kisses before she pulls away.

“Alright, I have a bunch of things to do. How about this Friday?” She stood up, taking out her phone and typing furiously, in what I assumed were texts to her friends or family, making the first of the plans.

“Whatever you want baby. It is all up to you.” I watched her walking out of the room, text alerts pinging as she went. Oliver was howling with excitement at the thought of tying our mate to us forever, anticipating marking her as ours. I mind linked Archie to come to the office so we could discuss things.

Friday came faster than I could grasp. I stood under an arch, decorated with flowers and hanging ivy. Archie stood beside me, Marcus on the other side of him. As the doors open, and music began, my heart caught in my chest as she came into view. A white gown of satin went all the way to the ground, hugging every curve of her body, as a deep v showed off her cleavage. She walked herself down the aisle, meeting me at the arch with a kiss to the cheek. We stood hand in hand in front of the pack council leader. She had not invited many people, and no one from her life before the pack. Just the 4 of us stood under the arch, as we exchanged rings and vows. As soon as we were pronounced man and wife, she crashed into me, devouring my mouth with hers. Clearing his throat and laughing, Archie led the other two men out of the room, leaving us alone, to go start the reception. The sound of music filled the house shortly after, but all I could focus on was my new bride, as he devoured my mouth, her tongue swirling against mine, as she started unbuttoning my pants. Within moments my swollen c**k was buried deep in her p***y, her legs wrapped around me, as I lifted her in my arms, driving into her with a need that took over every sense.

“Show me your wolf.” She panted, her hips grinding against me. Oliver surfaced and I let him take control. He pulled us out, lowering her feet to the ground and turning her, bending her over the nearest table, and driving into her from behind. As we fell into rhythm, her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. She pushed me away, breaking contact to turn and face me, lifting herself up to sit on the desk she had just been bent over. “Mark me.” She demanded, spreading her legs and beckoning to herself back. Oliver still having control didn’t give me a chance to consider, before stepping to her and slamming back inside of her, while taking a handful of hair and pulling her head to the side, sinking his teeth into her neck. She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, as we licked the wound closed, and pulled back, admiring our mark on her neck.

“OUR. MATE.” Oliver growled in satisfaction as she reached her climax, exploding all over us, my own body reaching orgasm. She stood up, kissing me deeply.

“Thank you, Damien.” She said, panting. “We are one now.” Her fingers traced the mark on her neck.

“Your dress is ruined.” I commented, adjusting my own clothing, and tucking my shirt into my pants before fastening them back up.

“Well, I have a different dress for the reception. Ill meet you down there.” She smiled, turning and prancing out of the room.

As I went down to the party, Archie and Marcus came over, patting me on my back, and congratulating me. The entire pack was having a great time, a DJ played in the corner of the ball room, while trays of food were passed throughout the crowd. A loud cheer suddenly erupted, and I turned to see her coming down the stairs, a dress that was identical to her wedding gown, except in a deep red color catching my eye. As she made her way to me, I wrapped my arms around her. “Well wife, ready to be your packs new luna?” I whisper, as she grinned and nodded to me, the crowd gathered around us to help us celebrate. I could not imagine being happier than I was with my mate by my side.

Amelia

I made my way to the pack house, the wind rustling the wind in the trees around me. As I made my way inside, I was met with the sounds of cleaning. I opened the door and saw the remnants of a party being cleaned up. Archie was passed out in a chair near the ball room doorway, while Marcus grumbled over a cup of coffee nearby. No one stopped their cleaning to speak to me and neither man seemed to notice me, as I picked my way across the foyer to the stairs. Making my way upstairs, I first went to our bedroom, but Damien wasn’t there so I decided to check my library. Opening the door, I was startled to see him in a chair, a woman riding him, her back to him, as she locked eyes with me, crying out with her own pleasure. I gasped looking at my own face. Who was this woman who looked like me, and what the f**k was on her neck?