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Then, as though they’d practiced, just as the photographer
suggested, they kissed.

A sighed “aw” escaped the hundreds of people standing on the
banks of the little lake. The photographer took what sounded like a hundred
pictures, his finger pressing on the shutter button faster than Monk could
blink.

“There, see?” the photographer said triumphantly. “Nothing
happened.”

But Monk kept his eyes on the couple. Daisy Lynn pulled back
with a smile on her face. She said something to Ram that made his body stiffen.
No sooner did a horrible sense of dooming disaster crawl over Monk, than Ram
suddenly whooped and grabbed Daisy Lynn, dipping her to the side for a huge
kiss.

Unfortunately, the lion seemed to have forgotten they were
in a pirogue. Their lips met briefly before the pirogue rocked with their
movements, dumping them into the lake.

“Oh my God!” Kitty screamed.

Her body seemed to wilt and Monk caught her. “They’re okay,
baby,” he said urgently, seeing first Daisy Lynn, then Ram’s heads pop out of
the water. They were laughing. “They’re not hurt, Kitty-Cat. It’s okay.”

“My dress,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back. “My dress!”

Monk swept his anguished mate in his arms, trying not to
laugh. It wasn’t funny that she was so upset about the dress taking a dip in
the lake, but he had to admit it had been a priceless moment. Excusing them,
Monk carried his moaning, muttering mate out of the crowd. Barely anyone paid
them any attention, their laughing faces turned to the newlyweds swimming back
to shore.

With Kitty swooning in his arms like Scarlett O’Hara, Monk
made his way across the fairgrounds to one of the buildings that usually housed
the security team for the festival. It was more a squat, concrete shack than a
building, but it was private and cool and had a large sofa for quick naps. Monk
juggled his mate in his arms, finally swinging her over his shoulder so he
could free his hands from the yards of fabric making up her skirt to unlock the
door.

He knew she was in a bad way by the lack of reaction her new
position caused and he hurried inside, locking the door behind him. Hitting the
switch to turn the air on, Monk carried Kitty straight to the sofa and eased
her down.

Kneeling next to her, he studied her pale, miserable face.
“Baby, it’s okay. I’m sure the dress can be cleaned.” Maybe. Laundry, while
something he did because he had to, wasn’t his area of expertise. And the way
Kitty moaned at his words suggested she didn’t believe him. “It’s not that
bad.”

She squinted up at him, her dark eyes narrowed on his face.
“Not that bad? My gown, which could have sold for at least five thousand
dollars, just took a dip in a lake with algae and God only knows what else.”
She whimpered. “And it was all caught on film.”

“But it was beautiful before that and that’s all anyone will
remember. Daisy Lynn and Ram acting like asses is just the icing on the cake.”

Her lips curled into a half smile. She seemed to calm
herself. “You’re right. It’s her dress now and she’ll have to just…clean it
herself.” But her face twisted. “I’ll have nightmares about today for a long
time.”

Unable to resist any longer, Monk leaned forward and brushed
his lips over hers. “Unless we think of something to get rid of those bad
thoughts,” he suggested with a smile.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, the stress draining away
from her face. “Oh? How are we going to do that?”

Monk’s cock sprang to attention. “Well, we don’t have a lot
of time. I’m sure your cousin’s going to be looking for you soon to help her
out of her gown and we’ll have to dance, but maybe if I very carefully lift
your dress over your head, we can work something out.” He waggled his eyebrows,
earning a loud laugh from her.

God he loved it when she laughed, when her eyes sparkled
with happiness. It made him feel like a motherfucking demi-god.

She sat up. “We’d better hurry,” she practically purred at
him, her eyes flashing with instant lust as she reached for his belt with one
hand.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem, Kitty-Cat.” He
slid his hands under the hem of her dress. “I’m about to come and you haven’t
even touched my c—” His words ended on a groan as she closed her hand around
his dick and stroked. “Damn, woman, I need you right now.”

She gave him a siren’s smile. “Then have me.”

Kitty was impressed by Monk’s care when he tugged her to her
feet and turned her to face the sofa. “Grab the back,” he ordered, even as his hands
eased the fragile yards of fabric that made her skirt.

Hotter than ever from the gravelly command, Kitty leaned
over and gripped the back of the sofa. It had a wide seat, which forced her to
bend all the way in order to reach the other side. Cool air kissed the back of
her legs, traveling up with the folds of her skirt until she felt a breeze over
her slick pussy.

“Stay just like that, Kitty-Cat.” He softly patted her ass.
“I really like your habit of not wearing panties, baby. It makes things a lot easier.”

Twisting her head around, she saw him pulling his jacket and
shirt off, carefully placing them on the tiny desk in the corner. He walked
back to her, his hands lowering his slacks to just beneath his hips. His cock
jutted out, bobbing as he walked. Kitty panted, her need slicking her thighs.

“It’s gonna be fast and hard, baby,” he warned as he stepped
up behind her. “It’s been too damn long since I had you.”

She knew the feeling. Their last time together seemed like a
dream, one she’d enjoyed the last few nights alone in her room. Unfortunately,
her hand couldn’t compare to the pleasure Monk gave her. Wanting everything he
had to give, she arched her back, spreading her feet farther apart in offering.

“Take me.”

He gripped her hips in a firm hold, his cock sliding along
her slit. She shuddered when he grazed her clit, the pleasure shooting through
her veins. But before she could recover from that incidental touch, he thrust
into her. Kitty moaned, her fingers digging into the sofa.

“Damn, baby. Just damn.” He panted behind her, pausing for
one moment. “So hot.”

Monk withdrew slightly before slamming into her again. And
again. The hard, fast thrusts forced air out of her lungs. Soon, he had a
rhythm that caused their bodies to clap together, his balls slapping her clit
with every glide into her.

“Aw, fuck, fuck!” He let go of her hips to grip the sofa on
either side of her, his arms caging her in. The move changed the angle of his
thrusts, finding the sweet spot only he’d ever discovered and Kitty let out a
strangled scream. “Kitty, mine,” he grunted against her nape. His hot breath
only added to the fire pooling in her stomach. “My Kitty.”

Orgasm raced toward her, brutal and hard and without giving
it another thought, Kitty turned her head and sank her fangs into the exposed
skin of Monk’s arm. He shouted against her nape, his hips slamming into her ass
as he fucked her harder and faster, finding that spot with unerring accuracy.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, pulling him in, milking him and Monk broke.

Fangs pierced the tender skin between her shoulder and neck,
holding her in place as her mate’s cock jerked inside her, bathing her with his
hot, wet release. He growled, low and deep, the corded muscles in his arms
tightening as he squeezed the sofa, making sure she couldn’t get away. Not that
she wanted to.

Releasing his arm, Kitty tenderly bathed the punctures she’d
left on his skin, her bear rumbling with love and contentment. This was what
it’d wanted from the very beginning. Probably ever since Kitty first saw Monk
on the playground when they were five. He was hers, now and forever.

His breath scorched her skin where he still bit her, his
cougar needing to pour everything it had into her and Kitty welcomed it,
arching her back to give him better access. It was animalistic, instinctive and
it started with the love she had for him. She gave him her all and took all he
had to give.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Monk’s fangs
retreated from her neck. She shivered as his faintly rough tongue licked the
mark he’d left on her skin. It took several more minutes before he was able to
step away from her and when he did, she had to bite back a moan of
disappointment. He couldn’t stay in her forever.

“Kitty,” he rasped, carefully turning her to face him, her
skirt falling around her legs, hiding all evidence that she’d been ravished
within an inch of her life by the man she loved. Monk’s eyes were tormented,
yet triumphant. “Kitty, does this mean…?” He hesitated. “You’ll be my mate, my
wife?”

Hating herself for having put him through so much when she
first got to town, Kitty cupped his cheek. “If you’ll be my mate and my
husband,” she replied in a voice that wobbled slightly. “Besides, you have to
make an honest woman out of me. My daddy said so.”

His eyes widened with hope and he whooped. Not seeming to
care that his pants were around his knees, or that his body was sticky with
sweat and fluids, he grabbed her around the waist and swung her around. “I love
you, Kitty-Cat,” he whispered against her lips. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to
resist me if I tried hard enough.”

Kitty wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“You always were too charming for my own good, Monk.” They looked at each
other, the happiness Kitty felt reflected in Monk’s eyes. His gaze flicked down
to the shoulder he’d marked nearly two decades before. “I can have it removed,”
she whispered.

To her surprise he shook his head. “No. It’ll be a lesson to
both of us never to keep secrets from each other, or to take each other for
granted. I’ll never hold anything back from you ever again.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a sharp rap on the door
interrupted her.

“What’re you doing in there, kinky little bear?” Daisy’s
familiar voice called out. “Are you
fucking
at my wedding reception?
With Father Bryan twenty feet away?”

“Daisy, what are you doing?” Ram asked.

Kitty and Monk stared at each other, laughter bright in
their eyes, but they didn’t speak as he hurriedly pulled his clothes back on.
She hated to see him cover his beautiful body, but they didn’t have a lot of
time.

“I’m just reminding my cousin that perversion runs in the
family. I just saw her mama and daddy heading off into the woods together.” She
practically sang out the words.

“Your dad just carried your mom in the direction of the
concession stands,” Ram said, cutting off Daisy’s laughter. “So yeah, I guess
it really does.” Another knock sounded on the door. “Congrats, you two. Kitty,
I’m sorry about the dress. I’ll have someone clean it as soon as I tear it off
my beautiful wife’s body. See you guys at the party. C’mon, baby,” he said,
obviously not talking to them, but to his wife because Daisy giggled.

Left alone again, Kitty hoped at least, she looked at her
mate. “Are you sure you want to marry into this family?”

He pulled her close for a hard, fast kiss. “I wouldn’t have
it any other way.”

The End

About Danica Avet

Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South
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