Chapter 200: Grace
I climbed the steps to the Alpha floor tiredly. I swear, every day I thought I couldn’t feel more exhausted, and every day, I was proven wrong by that statement. Maizie and Michael were chatting casually behind me. Maizie was going on and on about how cool it was that Michael got a mission like that and how great he did not to not show his dad any fear. Her position had been closer to them, so she could intervene if needed. She was from their pack and closer to his age, it would have been easier to lie that way. But it hadn’t been needed.
I punched in the code to the floor, and had no sooner walked in when a small body threw herself at me barely giving me a chance to catch her.
“Aunt Grace!” Sammy screeched happily. So happily, that it hurt my ears.
“Sam-Sam!” I swung her in my arms effortlessly. She was my girl, and I was glad to have her.
“Are we really going to have fun tonight?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am, we are,” I answered, setting her back down on her feet, but she still clung to me as if she was afraid to let go. “I just have to go shower first, and get cleaned up, and then we’ll join the pack for some fun.”
Sammy’s eyes lit up, and I couldn’t imagine ever telling the little girl no. Sammy had been begging for us to do something fun all week. The Alpha floor had slowly been emptying out as kids were being placed pretty much daily into foster homes. It was a slow process, but it seemed to be working. Sammy though, was bored out of her mind since Jack had moved out two days ago, and I swear if she spent one more day playing quietly with her new dolls in the corner of the office, she was going to lose it. Which is why with Alana’s help, despite our very limited time, I had planned a pack picnic for tonight.
The pack was clearly in need of some fun, and it was easy to set up. Everyone was bringing something, homemade or not, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that everyone deserved a break, and we were going to give them one. It didn’t matter that it was mid-November. The weather was beautiful. We had lucked out in that regard. Long sleeves, jeans and maybe a sweater was all that would be needed, plus, we were in a pack of werewolves. They tended to be less affected by the temperature than Lycans, and Rhys had made sure there were outdoor heaters placed all around for us odd ones out.
“Sammy, you have to let you go of her, so we can get ready.” Rhys’ deep husky voice met my ears all of two seconds before his arms wrapped around my waist, and I all but melted into him.
“How do I know you are actually going to get ready?” Sammy asked, narrowing her eyes at us in accusation.
“Pinky promise, we’ll be fast,” Rhys offered, reaching his hand out toward her. “We have to be there by 5:15, so we only have about 20 minutes to get ready.”
“Okay!” Sammy yelled as she ran off to follow and annoy Maizie in the meantime.
“We have more than 20 min-” I started before Rhys clamped his hand over my mouth, and pulled me toward our room.
“She doesn’t need to know that.” Rhys hissed in my ear when he was sure she was out of earshot.
I turned toward my husband as he opened our door and rolled my eyes at that silly little smirk on his face.
“You are something else, you know that?”
“I’m yours,” He whispered, leaning in and kissing my lips.
Goddess. Everything else melted away with that kiss. He was everything I ever wanted, even before I knew that I could want anything. He was mine. His lips. His touch. His words. His comfort. He was mine, and mine alone. With him, everything was simple. He was my mate. He was more than my mate. He was my fate. With him, there was no war brewing outside our door. In this moment, we weren’t caught in a battle of the gods. Time didn’t exist when his body felt this good against his skin.
He sucked that sweet spot on my neck, and I couldn’t help the moan of desire that escaped my lips. Goddess, he was good at that. My underwear was already soaked and we had literally just started. There were too many layers between us. I wanted more.
I immediately began to rip at the buttons on his shirt, and I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled.
“So eager.” He teased.
Goddess, I couldn’t take his teasing much longer. I wanted him. No. Needed him. I pushed him toward the bed, but he stood firm.
I looked up at him, sure I looked like a sad little puppy, confused about why he didn’t move.
“We’re supposed to be showering,” He muttered, brushing the loose strands of hair from my face. “The picnic.”
“Fuck the picnic,” I growled.
His chest rumbled again with his laugh, and he cupped my face in a way that only he could. Oh thank goddess he was mine. He felt like home.
“You have leaves in your hair, baby, come on, let’s shower.”
I sighed, and let Rhys pull me into the bathroom. He then began to take off my clothes at a tortuously slow pace. So slow that I tried to brush him off and do it myself, but he caught my wrists in hand and pinned them high above me as he worked off my clothes with .
“You know it was kind of hot to see you in the field today,” He breathed as he ran his fingers up and down my sides.
“Yea?” I gasped as he touched a particularly sensitive spot.
“Oh yea.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” I asked, my breath hitching as he stripped right in front of me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, and he pulled me into the shower, leaving nothing left to the imagination.
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