Four Weddings and a Werewolf

herself over him. When their bodies came together, they both cried out. He lifted her hips and used the wall for support, pounding into her. Burying himself deep inside.

“Veronica,” he said through clenched teeth. He went rigid, his thrusts shorter and tighter. “I want you. Longer than one more night…”

Using the rail for balance, Veronica rolled her hips over him. His fingers gouged into her backside as he held her, poised exactly where she needed to be.

“You have me,” she said. “I’m yours.”

As he thrust into her one last time, he emptied himself, his entire body convulsing in waves of sharp pleasure. She followed him over the peak, a cry ripping from her lungs as sensations in her core trembled, tightened, and exploded in a rich flood of rapture.

Chapter Twelve

Veronica couldn’t stop giggling. She leaned into Logan’s arm as the elevator door swept open and let him lead her into the lobby. Could everyone see that she was glowing? Could they tell she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life…in an elevator?

She nuzzled into the warmth of Logan’s embrace and sighed.

What just happened between them was more than sex. So much more. Now she just had to figure out if he felt the same way.

“Take a walk with me?” He tugged her against him.

“I was thinking we could get a room,” she said.

“Let’s talk first.”

“Talk”—the hairs on her arms stood on end—“sure.”

They strode past the doors to the ballroom, and Veronica peeked inside. The groom was on his hands and knees, crawling up the bride’s dress to snatch her garter between his teeth. Classy. Her head was thrown back as the DJ played Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust.” The bride had planned an elegant wedding, and the groom had asked for something that would impress his friends. Looks like they’d each gotten what they wanted.

As Logan held the door open for Veronica to pass through, he said, “There’s something I think we need to talk about. Something you’re not going to like. You may not have let me talk about it back there, but you can’t distract me now.”

She looked up at him. “Why is it every time we’re intimate, you have something important to tell me?”

His hand slid to her waist. “Promise me you won’t be angry, and promise me you’ll let me explain before you take my head off.”

“I’m not promising any of those things.” She stopped and turned to face him. “What’s going on?”

He took a deep breath, and his expression went flat. He scanned the street over her shoulder, then pulled her behind him.

“Veronica, I want you to go inside and lock yourself in the bathroom.”

She tried to look around his shoulder, but he was too large. “What?”

“Just. Go.” He pushed her, and when she backed away, she saw something in the gap between Logan’s arm and his body.

A mountain of auburn fur and snarling teeth was walking right toward them. Its back was hunched, its ears flat, and its gums were lifted to reveal a set of teeth dripping with saliva.

She gasped and backed away, though she couldn’t get her brain to tell her feet to run.

The wolf was the most hideous thing she’d ever seen. Was this her stalker? The one who’d let himself into her house and, in all likelihood, watched her while she slept? Was his plan to meet her at this wedding all along? She could kill him right now…if she wasn’t afraid for her life.

“Logan, come with me,” she whispered as the wolf stalked closer. “Let’s go inside and get help.”

“I can’t. The wolf can smell you on me. He knows what just happened and he’s challenging me for you. If I leave, it means I admit that he’s the stronger wolf, and he’s won.”

“What?” She shrieked and tugged on Logan’s arm. “How the hell do you know what he’s doing or what it means?”

He craned his neck around to stare at her. His eyes had darkened from liquid silver to burnt charcoal. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. But now, you need to run.”

“Should’ve told me what? Logan, what’s happening to your—”

Right before her eyes, Logan shifted. His back hunched until he ripped the seam of his tux down the center. He got bigger, stronger. He dropped to all fours, his head gnashing from one side to the other as the shift took full effect. She backed away, slowly.

This can’t be happening. Can’t. Be. Happening.

Logan’s tuxedo fell to the ground in shreds, and long strands of fur blanketed his body. His back rounded and lengthened, and his neck bulked up. He was massive. If she’d ever seen a wolf that could kill someone with a single snap of its jaws, Logan was it.

What was she saying? She’d just had sex with a wolf! Her sister had lied to her! Holy hell, she was going to pass out. Air wheezed from her lungs as her back hit the door of the hotel. She’d trusted Logan to watch over her, to protect her from one of his own kind. Oh, God. She’d been so stupid. She couldn’t trust him. He’d been playing her for a fool!

The ginger wolf lurked closer, his gums pulling back the closer he got to Logan.

On some instinct she’d never had before, Veronica stepped forward. “No, don’t—” But she couldn’t finish. What was she going to say anyway? Don’t hurt him?

Logan peered over his shoulder and his gums dropped to cover his fangs. His eyes were deep gray, his snout fuzzy and wide. He almost looked…exactly like the Logan she knew from before.

She screamed as the wolf with the auburn hair hurled himself at Logan. He struck with his paw, slicing for Logan’s neck as he came down on top of him. Logan bounded out of the way at the last instant, charging around a tight circle to get a bead on the other wolf. The fight spilled into the street.

Where was the security team? Wasn’t there anyone who could call the police? This guy was crazy and he’d just attacked them out of nowhere.

Wolf, she corrected, her legs giving out as her back hit the door. This wolf was crazy.

She couldn’t just stand there. She had to do something. Her body ached to propel into action, to save Logan, even though he didn’t look like he needed any help.

She scanned the street. Cars passed by two streets over, but the hotel was on a quiet cul-de-sac, hidden from plain view. “Help!” she shouted. “Somebody help us!”

Howls echoed from all around them. Down the street. Behind the hotel. The sound resembled a siren, a warning. Logan and her stalker continued to fight. Clawing and scraping at each other’s noses. Biting into each other’s neck and side.

A glint of light shone from the ground, catching her eye: three empty wine bottles had been tucked behind the concrete planter box that flanked the front door. Without thinking, she chucked one at the ginger-haired wolf. It hit true, right to the wolf’s side. He didn’t seem to feel a thing. She gripped the necks of the other two bottles, raised them over her head and chucked them as hard as she could. One hit the amber-haired wolf, and the other hit Logan square in the nose. He howled, and twisted his neck around to glare at her.

She shrugged, hands empty. “Hey, I’m trying to help!”

More howls. This time, closer.

Shaking off the blow, Logan sprang off the ground and chomped at the auburn-haired wolf’s neck. Logan moved with such lightning-quick speed, the other wolf had little time to react. He tried to dodge the assault, but Logan’s mouth was too large and he was moving too quickly. The auburn wolf didn’t stand a chance.

It all happened so fast.