The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 203: Chapter 203
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Megan read the letter from her brother twice. She set it aside with a small smile as she opened the gift he’d sent her from where he was working overseas building housing for Shifters in South America who’d lost their homes during an earthquake. He worked for Hunter with Maverick Development now, and the Neta was doing his best to turn her baby bro into a man.
It was true some wounds took a long time to heal, but she was proud of him. She couldn’t wait till he came to visit. She wanted to hear all his stories about his trip. Matthew had a lot of growing up to do, and Hunter was a great mentor.
Cole would need some time before welcoming her little brother, of course. Her overprotective mate was still pissed off at Matthew for everything he’d ever put her through, and she couldn’t say she blamed him. After all, the should have felt the same way if anyone had hurt him.
“What do you have there?” Cole asked, coming up behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head and she sighed and leaned back. Cole was a terrific snuggler, and deeply affectionate. He was always touching her hair or hand, rubbing her back, and kissing her on the head or cheek. He was definitely okay with PDAs, but after a group of old women tsked at them at the supermarket the other day, he tried to reserve his romantic tendencies to when they were alone.
Every day that passed Megan’s bruises faded, and though he hated the idea of her being hurt, he seemed in awe of the way she took care of herself. For a girl who’d been embarrassed of her strength and size for most of her life, it sure was nice to have a fella who seemed turned on by it.
“Matthew sent us a card and this little painting on a terra cotta tile from Peru,” she said and showed him the art.
“He’s not coming back soon, is he?” Cole growled, his Dire Wolf filling his voice.
Gods, she loved his animal. The big, beautiful prehistoric beast was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Full of magic and majesty, he was as beautiful in his fur as he was on two legs and Megan loved him so. She still hadn’t told him.
“No, not yet,” she laughed and turned around to nuzzle his nose. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yep. Come on, lily,” he grinned and took her hand.
They had a meeting at the Pack house tonight, and Megan was beside herself with nerves. She was going to be officially inducted into the Pack, and it was just as important as a wedding day in her mind. She wore a long velvet skirt the color of Cole’s fur, with her sheer red bodysuit and a Violent Femmes cropped tee. A pair of slouch boots on her feet and her blonde hair all blow dried and curled at the ends. She would never be a model, but who cared about that, anyway? Cole made her feel like a goddess, especially when she was the most comfortable.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered as they walked across the lot and entered the Pack house.
Her cheeks burned and kissed his hand where it held hers. Megan stopped short, gasping as she saw everyone was there, Even the babies. Confused at the scene, she was just about to ask what Thor was doing on his knees with a small box in his hands and his eyes closed as if he was in prayer.
“This is one of our most sacred traditions, lily,” Cole whispered in her ear.
She turned to face him and stared as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to his knees in front of Thor, giving the big bald man his back.
“Cole, what’s happening?” she whispered, looking around at all the teary-eyed but happy faces. The Pack, mates included, formed a circle around the three of them, and Megan’s heart began to pound.
“You’ve honored me by becoming my mate, Megan Sudak. Now, Thor is going to etch our story onto my skin, and all will bear witness to our destiny. You’re my everything, Megan. My fierce tiger lily, flower of my heart, goddess of my soul, love of my life. I will love you until the stars burn out and the sun is no more, and maybe even after that. I will live to love you from this day on.”
“I love you so much, Cole,” she said, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
She felt hands touch her shoulders and rub her head, affectionate, loving Pack and her heart squeezed tightly inside her chest. Thor was busy then, using bamboo needle pens and some swirly looking bottle of magicked ink to cut across Cole’s back. She’d always wondered why that part of him had no art, but this was why. It had been reserved for this. For them.
Good mate. Loyal, strong, brave.
Gods, she was lucky. So lucky and grateful to have Cole in her life. He showed her how to love and to accept real love in return. He was her miracle, and Megan cherished him more than he could ever know.
How could she not? The man accepted her exactly how she was, and even better, he loved her. Really loved her. She felt it every day through their matebond. She felt it now as his Pack mate etched their story into his skin.
She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it must have been hours. Finally, Thor lifted the pen, and dropped it, slouching back to be cradled by his mate, the beautiful and kind Nica. Cole fell forward too, after hours of holding himself still and Megan was there to prop him up.
“You’re okay, my love. You’re okay. Sweet, sweet man, I love you so,” she whispered, smoothing his long hair from off his cheeks, and meeting his silver stare with pride and love flowing from hers.
“You said you love me. I’ve been waiting so long,” he growled and crushed his lips to hers.
Megan went willingly, kissing him hard and giggling when the others whooped and applauded. Gods, she loved him. Loved the feeling she got whenever they touched. She was addicted, wild for him, completely wrecked for any other man, or purrfectly fucked as he liked to tease when her Tiger got to purring. Her mate was insatiable and she would not have him any other way.
“What is it?” he asked, and she scooched behind him, covering her mouth with her hands as she looked at the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.
“It’s us, the silhouette of a man and woman, you and me, and we are wrapped up in each other, behind us are our Tiger and Dire Wolf and rows of motorcycles and swirls of paint and blue stars surround us. Oh Cole, it’s, it’s—”
“It’s purrfect,” Cole said, purring the last word and pulling her back to his front so he could kiss her again.
He was right. Sure, life would likely be messy, and unexpected things happened all the time. But as long as they were together, their life would be purrfect. And Megan and Cole had the rest of their lives to find out.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, tiger lily. Let’s go home.”
And that was the best idea she’d ever heard.
Elsewhere…
Uncle Uzzi looked out the window of his beachfront condo and sighed heavily. He needed help with his next client but wasn’t sure if he’d find it in time. Besides, it would take a special man to tame a certain Golden girl he knew.
Just then the buzzer sounded announcing the arrival of his favorite limousine service and his new driver. A flash of insight sizzled through Uzzi’s mind and a wide grin split across his face.
“Oh, liebling, you are right! Sometimes the answer arrives when we least expect it!”
The end.
It was true some wounds took a long time to heal, but she was proud of him. She couldn’t wait till he came to visit. She wanted to hear all his stories about his trip. Matthew had a lot of growing up to do, and Hunter was a great mentor.
Cole would need some time before welcoming her little brother, of course. Her overprotective mate was still pissed off at Matthew for everything he’d ever put her through, and she couldn’t say she blamed him. After all, the should have felt the same way if anyone had hurt him.
“What do you have there?” Cole asked, coming up behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head and she sighed and leaned back. Cole was a terrific snuggler, and deeply affectionate. He was always touching her hair or hand, rubbing her back, and kissing her on the head or cheek. He was definitely okay with PDAs, but after a group of old women tsked at them at the supermarket the other day, he tried to reserve his romantic tendencies to when they were alone.
Every day that passed Megan’s bruises faded, and though he hated the idea of her being hurt, he seemed in awe of the way she took care of herself. For a girl who’d been embarrassed of her strength and size for most of her life, it sure was nice to have a fella who seemed turned on by it.
“Matthew sent us a card and this little painting on a terra cotta tile from Peru,” she said and showed him the art.
“He’s not coming back soon, is he?” Cole growled, his Dire Wolf filling his voice.
Gods, she loved his animal. The big, beautiful prehistoric beast was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Full of magic and majesty, he was as beautiful in his fur as he was on two legs and Megan loved him so. She still hadn’t told him.
“No, not yet,” she laughed and turned around to nuzzle his nose. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yep. Come on, lily,” he grinned and took her hand.
They had a meeting at the Pack house tonight, and Megan was beside herself with nerves. She was going to be officially inducted into the Pack, and it was just as important as a wedding day in her mind. She wore a long velvet skirt the color of Cole’s fur, with her sheer red bodysuit and a Violent Femmes cropped tee. A pair of slouch boots on her feet and her blonde hair all blow dried and curled at the ends. She would never be a model, but who cared about that, anyway? Cole made her feel like a goddess, especially when she was the most comfortable.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered as they walked across the lot and entered the Pack house.
Her cheeks burned and kissed his hand where it held hers. Megan stopped short, gasping as she saw everyone was there, Even the babies. Confused at the scene, she was just about to ask what Thor was doing on his knees with a small box in his hands and his eyes closed as if he was in prayer.
“This is one of our most sacred traditions, lily,” Cole whispered in her ear.
She turned to face him and stared as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to his knees in front of Thor, giving the big bald man his back.
“Cole, what’s happening?” she whispered, looking around at all the teary-eyed but happy faces. The Pack, mates included, formed a circle around the three of them, and Megan’s heart began to pound.
“You’ve honored me by becoming my mate, Megan Sudak. Now, Thor is going to etch our story onto my skin, and all will bear witness to our destiny. You’re my everything, Megan. My fierce tiger lily, flower of my heart, goddess of my soul, love of my life. I will love you until the stars burn out and the sun is no more, and maybe even after that. I will live to love you from this day on.”
“I love you so much, Cole,” she said, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
She felt hands touch her shoulders and rub her head, affectionate, loving Pack and her heart squeezed tightly inside her chest. Thor was busy then, using bamboo needle pens and some swirly looking bottle of magicked ink to cut across Cole’s back. She’d always wondered why that part of him had no art, but this was why. It had been reserved for this. For them.
Good mate. Loyal, strong, brave.
Gods, she was lucky. So lucky and grateful to have Cole in her life. He showed her how to love and to accept real love in return. He was her miracle, and Megan cherished him more than he could ever know.
How could she not? The man accepted her exactly how she was, and even better, he loved her. Really loved her. She felt it every day through their matebond. She felt it now as his Pack mate etched their story into his skin.
She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it must have been hours. Finally, Thor lifted the pen, and dropped it, slouching back to be cradled by his mate, the beautiful and kind Nica. Cole fell forward too, after hours of holding himself still and Megan was there to prop him up.
“You’re okay, my love. You’re okay. Sweet, sweet man, I love you so,” she whispered, smoothing his long hair from off his cheeks, and meeting his silver stare with pride and love flowing from hers.
“You said you love me. I’ve been waiting so long,” he growled and crushed his lips to hers.
Megan went willingly, kissing him hard and giggling when the others whooped and applauded. Gods, she loved him. Loved the feeling she got whenever they touched. She was addicted, wild for him, completely wrecked for any other man, or purrfectly fucked as he liked to tease when her Tiger got to purring. Her mate was insatiable and she would not have him any other way.
“What is it?” he asked, and she scooched behind him, covering her mouth with her hands as she looked at the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.
“It’s us, the silhouette of a man and woman, you and me, and we are wrapped up in each other, behind us are our Tiger and Dire Wolf and rows of motorcycles and swirls of paint and blue stars surround us. Oh Cole, it’s, it’s—”
“It’s purrfect,” Cole said, purring the last word and pulling her back to his front so he could kiss her again.
He was right. Sure, life would likely be messy, and unexpected things happened all the time. But as long as they were together, their life would be purrfect. And Megan and Cole had the rest of their lives to find out.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, tiger lily. Let’s go home.”
And that was the best idea she’d ever heard.
Elsewhere…
Uncle Uzzi looked out the window of his beachfront condo and sighed heavily. He needed help with his next client but wasn’t sure if he’d find it in time. Besides, it would take a special man to tame a certain Golden girl he knew.
Just then the buzzer sounded announcing the arrival of his favorite limousine service and his new driver. A flash of insight sizzled through Uzzi’s mind and a wide grin split across his face.
“Oh, liebling, you are right! Sometimes the answer arrives when we least expect it!”
The end.
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