Chapter 29: Chapter 29

SLOAN

Five and a half hours later, Sloan groaned as he came inside her again, solidifying the possibility of a pup forming safely in her womb.

Though they were both panting heavily, he kissed her sweetly as he rolled off her. His knot had finally disappeared, allowing them to untangle from each other’s bodies.

He gazed up at the ceiling of the pack gym, trying to control his breathing. After they’d thoroughly christened the bar top, glass windows, and couches in the common room, they’d moved to the gym. He wasn’t sure how.

But the mirrors in the room added to the pleasurable event, giving them a 360-degree view of their private amateur porn movie.

Hilariously, during the heat of their activities, they broke one of the weight benches before rolling around on the floor.

Myra started moving at his side, and she rose onto her elbow to kiss his sweaty chest. Just then, his stomach growled.

“I should feed my wolfman.”

“Yes, woman, feed your man.”

She giggled and quickly kissed him. “I think I’m permanently bowlegged,” she muttered against his lips and kissed him again.

“Please continue to stroke my alpha male ego.”

He smiled when she ended the kiss to straddle him, and she playfully kissed him all over.

“Jesus, woman.” He chuckled, gripping her butt, and ground her sex against his abs.

The creamy sensation from their joint orgasms that leaked out of her onto his sweaty stomach sparked his arousal again. “At least feed me before you have your wicked way with me.”

“Okay.” She kissed him once more and stood up. He tilted his head, gazing at her weeping sex.

“Now, that’s the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” he smirked, and she ran off naked, most likely to the kitchens.

He laughed, cracking his neck, and groaned as he stood. He stretched his sore muscles and rotated his shoulders. He smiled as he felt the sting of her claw marks on his back. They would heal soon.

~A lifetime of this, with the perfect mate.~

He shook his head, then laughed as he looked at the broken weight bench. ~I’m going to have to…~ He stopped and sniffed the air.

~Fuck, she’s aroused again~, he thought as her signature scent saturated the room, causing his cock to twitch in interest. ~We need to eat and rest for a bit. I’m not as young as I used to be.~

His wolf, however, disagreed with his thoughts. Rather than head to the kitchens to satisfy his unquenchable taste for his female, he went to their bedroom instead.

He quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and opened the safe in their closet. ~Note to self: tell Myra about this safe.~

All his important documents were safely stashed in there: his official alphaship agreement, the deeds to the pack house and lands, as well as ownership of the J & Sons corporate building, his passport, and a ring box.

He picked up the ring box and smiled fondly at the sudden memory. At the age of thirteen, he’d developed a deep understanding of having and caring for his destined mate. He knew he had to do right by her.

It was during a trip to the mall that summer that he saw the perfect ring. It had pride of place in the jewelry store display window. The dazzling white gold, snowflake halo, sixteen-karat engagement ring had caught his attention.

The diamond set in the middle was three carats and sparkled under the display lights. He’d inquired about the price and asked if the ring could be placed on hold while he saved up to purchase it.

At first, the store clerk seemed amused that a pubescent boy was interested in the ring, but to Sloan’s surprise, the human agreed.

It took him five years to save up his allowance, and he earned extra cash from doing household chores until he had the money to buy the ring.

Sloan grinned when he learned that his father knew what he was doing and had purchased the engagement ring beforehand. He’d had the store place it on hold for Sloan, because he wanted to see if he was serious.

His father was so proud of him for committing to the task he’d set for himself.

That was Sloan’s first lesson about being an alpha and a father. From that moment, he truly understood the meaning of empathy, compassion, and hard work that had helped shape him into the alpha he was today.

Since then, the ring had been safely secured, awaiting to grace the finger of his mate.

And today was that day.

He grabbed Myra’s silk robe, slipped the ring box into the pocket of the clothing, and went in search of her. It wasn’t that hard. He just followed the delicious scent of food paired with her intoxicating arousal.

~Ring, food, sex. Ring, food, sex~, he repeated to himself as he neared the kitchens. ~Ring, food, se…~

“Hey, Wolfie,” she purred with glowing eyes. “Took you long enough.”

~Sex. Definitely sex.~

“I’ve got to hand it to Arthur. The man knows his craft, and his alpha.

“This was waiting for us in the heaters,” she said, waving her hand over a platter of assorted meat products: slices of steak, chicken wings, ribs, sausages, pork chops, and some homemade bread.

“Good old Arthur. But before I feed my beast and continue my indulgence of your delectable body…,” he started, holding her robe open for her.

She smiled and walked up to him, shrugged into it, and let him tie the sash. He rewarded her with a kiss on her forehead. He led her back to the island and pulled out one of the bar stools for her to sit.

“What’s on your mind, wolfman?” she teased playfully.

He smirked. “You. Always you.” He kissed her forehead again, then crouched down so he could look up at her.

His wicked angel smiled down at him while she placed both hands on his shoulders.

“Earlier, we spoke about marriage, and I’d hoped to have done this in a more romantic, formal, and magical setting. But being with you is always magical.”

He started speaking from the heart.

“The past month being claimed and mated by you has been unbelievable. I never thought love—genuine, pure, and unadulterated love—could be this easy. True, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we learned how to talk it out.”

“You mean ~fuck~ it out,” she teased.

“What a way to ruin the moment.” He smiled, kissing her wrist, and another blast of her sweet arousal filled his nostrils. Sloan closed his eyes to keep control and quickly cracked his neck.

~I have to do the ring first~, he scolded himself and cleared his throat. “Angel, please bear with me for a couple more minutes.”

“Sorry, please continue,” she said, sitting up straight and regal. But the smirk on her face said it all. She wasn’t going to behave for long.

Sloan reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out the small ring box. He chuckled at her shocked look as the wicked smirk quickly dropped from her face.

“Sloan, how long have you had this?”

“I found it in a jewelry store when I was thirteen. Then I saved all my money for five years, and it’s been sitting in the safe for the past eleven years, patiently waiting for you to come into my life.”

“Sloan…”

“Myra Gallagher, my tiny angelic minx, the ruler of my heart, body, and soul, will you complete this crazy journey of ours by officially becoming my wife?” Sloan asked, popping the box open and showing her the ring.

If Myra’s eyes could have popped out of her head, Sloan believed they would have.

Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she leaned toward him and gently kissed him. It was a sweet, innocent kiss that reminded Sloan of her inexperience, and that she was truly his angel.

When she ended the kiss, he was greeted with glowing honey eyes and a bright smile.

“Can’t wait to officially and legally become Mrs. Sloan Jamison.”

Though Sloan knew she wasn’t going to say no, hearing her accept his proposal filled him with absolute joy.

He quickly pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. His life was almost complete with his ring finally on his mate. She stared down at her finger, and more tears tumbled down her cheeks.

“You, and our future pups, are my world. I thank the moon that I’ve finally found you.”

“And I you.” She blushed. “It fits perfectly. Even at thirteen, you sensed my ring size.”

He stood up and kissed her again, deeply this time, mating with her tongue. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and her legs around his hips. Her bare, wet pussy ground temptingly against his boxers-covered hardening member.

“Ring: check. Food: pending. Sex: in progress.”

“Take me,” she mumbled against his lips.

“With great pleasure, my love.”

The platter of meats and bread was long forgotten when Sloan placed Myra on the island. He pushed his boxers over his hard erection while Myra untied her robe, exposing her body to him again.

“Let’s delay actual food, because I have an undying craving for an order of Myra stuffed pie.”

She giggled at his words, then gasped as he slid into her.