Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three, Knox, Abby [book series to read .TXT] 📗

Chastity felt silly admitting this. He was right there. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere. But her body didn’t know it.

Gavin never paused when he reached down between them to strum her aching clit.

To her delight, her body’s reaction to this was far more intense than the rolling and thrusting of her hips against his groin.

Something changed inside her, as if someone had flipped a switch. Chastity no longer cared about anything but this. The past and the future were meaningless; she was for the first time in her life completely immersed in the moment, and she had never felt so happy.

Chastity was the wrong name for her. Her body was built for pleasure as much as her curious mind. She smiled like a feline demon and clamped her sex hard around his shaft.

“Fuck,” he moaned. His voice sent electricity up her spine.

“Do you remember if I made you come last night, sweetheart?”

Chastity groaned. “I wish I could remember.”

Gavin’s breath hitched, his voice trembling over with emotion. “I’m never letting you forget me again.”

She was beyond words now. Words were replaced by something else. Chastity hardly recognized this primal, feral part of her rising to the surface.

Nobody could tell them that the two opposing magical beasts could not mix, because if this felt so perfect, it could not be wrong. The pull of pure animal instinct could not be denied.

The release took hold of them both at the peak of overwhelming pleasure, seeing them both howling, snapping, desperately scratching, and biting.

The pair let go of their grip on each other as the beasts took over completely. Chastity transformed into her sleek, black panther and Gavin his wild, powerful wolf.

The snarling, hissing, and growling abated, soon replaced by playful canine nips. Chastity retracted her claws as she batted her mate’s snout.

Both creatures would have been lethal to the other had either of them remained human at this moment. But they both calmed down and, instead, played. The two opposing creatures pounced, wrestled, and knocked over priceless spindly furniture. Eventually, the panther and the wolf grew tired and nestled into the bed together for a much-needed sleep. Chastity relaxed in the curve of her mate’s abdomen and rested, letting the room dissolve into nothing but the contented sounds of wolf sighs and cat purrs.

Chapter Twelve

Chastity

Rosemary and Ash’s wedding was as perfect and as imperfect as it should have been. Everyone was a little tipsy by the time the ceremony rolled around because the bridal party had extended the cocktail hour into two hours while the groomsmen executed their plan to get Uncle Lionel to the ceremony.

When Gavin had taken Chastity’s arm in his to walk up the aisle, wearing a tailored suit, long hair neatly combed into a man-bun, his beard freshly trimmed, she thought he looked like a movie star.

It was thrilling to see all the last-minute surprises that the couple had included. But they weren’t the only ones with surprises up their sleeves. When the officiant had asked if anyone had any reason why this couple should not be joined in marriage, everyone held their breath when Uncle Lionel stood up.

But instead of saying what everybody thought he would say, it went in a slightly different direction. In the end, Uncle Lionel had surprised everyone, in more than one way. But that would be another story for Uncle Lionel to tell for himself.

After all this excitement, Chastity was ready for the wedding drama to end and for life to finally start.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, pulling Gavin by the tie and tugging him in the direction of the gangway.

“Dance with me,” he said. “I need to tell you something.”

Chastity was less in the mood to dance and more in the mood to disappear with her new hulk of a boyfriend…but suddenly, the air around them turned ice cold.

Her father, Theodore, blocked their path to the dance floor. She’d been avoiding this conversation for the last two days.

“I just want you to know I see what’s happening here, and I would like to remind you about your solemn oath, young lady.”

Gavin, without another word, stepped in to block Theodore from towering over Chastity. “She’s 22 years old and doesn’t owe you anything.”

Theodore said, “I’ve seen you. I’ve seen the way you and the rest of the filthy wolves look at our females. God knows why Lionel allowed you people to marry into our family. There’s a lot to consider, starting with your trust fund, missy.”

Chastity put her hand on Gavin’s shoulder. “Daddy. I’m not your young lady or your missy. I know you mean well, and I know that the trust fund was meant to take care of me when I decide to get married. Well, Gavin and I are together, and I don’t need your money.”

Theodore thought on this a moment. “You’ll have a lot more to contend with than money. If you let a damn dirty wolf have his way with you, take your purity away from you, I’m bound by our oath to kill him before the wedding. You know I don’t have a murderous bone in my body, Chastity. I didn’t think it would play out like this. I was just trying to scare you. But now, if you take one more step into this relationship, I’m bound by magic.”

A high-pitched but soft voice interrupted the discussion then, as Chastity’s mother, Irene, entered the conversation. “Perhaps then you should not go messing around with tourist-voodoo-shop magic, Theodore.”

All four pairs of eyes turned and landed on Irene.

“Mrs. DuChamp,” Gavin said, nodding as she held out her hand. Gavin, not knowing what to do with it, held on to it and shook it. Chastity stifled a giggle.

“Irene, what in the Sam Hill are you talking about?” Theodore blustered.

Irene said, “I found out from my sister-in-law that that voodoo shop you bought that book from is owned by an old friend of the Boudreauxs. Miss Lucy