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raspberry brandy sauce, they had come to know each other quite well.
“So, now that we’ve got to know each other a little better, I want to you offer one last chance to walk away. If you’ve decided that this is not what you want, I’ll give you the opportunity, and the plane ticket, to go back home.”
The offer was more than generous, Ameera knew that. It was actually a breech of contract with the website. A bride-to-be may turn down her betrothed, but they were by no means allowed to ask for any forms of payment to return to their lives should the match not be a fit. Knowing that, Ameera saw Marcus as an extremely generous, and understanding man. Grinning, she gave him her answer.
“I would be very happy to accept your offer to be your wife.”
Marcus’ eyes lit up, if possible, more than before. It was as if light was pouring from them. His smile was wide with happiness and relief.
“Then, my Darling Bride-To-Be, I think you will be needing this.” Marcus rose from his seat only to kneel next to hers. Out of his pocket he pulled a velvet blue box. He opened it, showing her the bright blue sapphire nestled among small diamonds on a white gold band.
“I wanted to get you something as unique as you are. Do you like it?”
“I love it! May I try it on?” Her hands shook as he pulled the ring gently from its box and slid it onto her finger; a perfect fit.
“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, “how did you know that sapphires were my favorite?”
“Intuition, I suppose.” Standing up, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he warned.
“Oh, yes,” she consented, “please.”
His arms felt good around her. More than good, actually. They felt right. And as his lips embraced hers in their first kiss, a smoldering heat travelled from her lips all the way down to the apex of her legs, making grow warm and wet.
“Wow,” she moaned, when they finally broke the kiss.
“I’ll second that,” Marcus responded, still holding on to her tightly. “Perhaps we should retire to your room?”
Ameera gave a quick nod, gathering herself. She could still taste him on her lips and her want for him was only growing. As they were about to leave, Marcus halted, looking over at the main door. His brow furrowed, concern etching his face.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, following his gaze. Another man with skin the color of coffee, a shaved head, and black eyes was staring at them intently.
Marcus shook his head. “Nothing, Luv. But you should head up to your room without me. I’ll be up soon.”
She opened her mouth to ask him why, but the look on his face stopped her. She squeezed his hand and gave him a single nod before heading towards the elevators.
CHAPTER 2
Marcus waited until he saw the elevator doors close before he strode across the foyer to the dark stranger.
“What the hell are you doing here, William? You know the rules.” His tone was dark, full of power and leadership.
“My apologies, Marcus. But the pride was concerned. As our leader you know the rules better than anyone. If you imprint on a female, she must be approved by the entire pack before you bring her in.” William’s voice was deep, much deeper than Marcus’.
“I know the rules,” Marcus growled, brushing past him to take the
“So, now that we’ve got to know each other a little better, I want to you offer one last chance to walk away. If you’ve decided that this is not what you want, I’ll give you the opportunity, and the plane ticket, to go back home.”
The offer was more than generous, Ameera knew that. It was actually a breech of contract with the website. A bride-to-be may turn down her betrothed, but they were by no means allowed to ask for any forms of payment to return to their lives should the match not be a fit. Knowing that, Ameera saw Marcus as an extremely generous, and understanding man. Grinning, she gave him her answer.
“I would be very happy to accept your offer to be your wife.”
Marcus’ eyes lit up, if possible, more than before. It was as if light was pouring from them. His smile was wide with happiness and relief.
“Then, my Darling Bride-To-Be, I think you will be needing this.” Marcus rose from his seat only to kneel next to hers. Out of his pocket he pulled a velvet blue box. He opened it, showing her the bright blue sapphire nestled among small diamonds on a white gold band.
“I wanted to get you something as unique as you are. Do you like it?”
“I love it! May I try it on?” Her hands shook as he pulled the ring gently from its box and slid it onto her finger; a perfect fit.
“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, “how did you know that sapphires were my favorite?”
“Intuition, I suppose.” Standing up, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he warned.
“Oh, yes,” she consented, “please.”
His arms felt good around her. More than good, actually. They felt right. And as his lips embraced hers in their first kiss, a smoldering heat travelled from her lips all the way down to the apex of her legs, making grow warm and wet.
“Wow,” she moaned, when they finally broke the kiss.
“I’ll second that,” Marcus responded, still holding on to her tightly. “Perhaps we should retire to your room?”
Ameera gave a quick nod, gathering herself. She could still taste him on her lips and her want for him was only growing. As they were about to leave, Marcus halted, looking over at the main door. His brow furrowed, concern etching his face.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, following his gaze. Another man with skin the color of coffee, a shaved head, and black eyes was staring at them intently.
Marcus shook his head. “Nothing, Luv. But you should head up to your room without me. I’ll be up soon.”
She opened her mouth to ask him why, but the look on his face stopped her. She squeezed his hand and gave him a single nod before heading towards the elevators.
CHAPTER 2
Marcus waited until he saw the elevator doors close before he strode across the foyer to the dark stranger.
“What the hell are you doing here, William? You know the rules.” His tone was dark, full of power and leadership.
“My apologies, Marcus. But the pride was concerned. As our leader you know the rules better than anyone. If you imprint on a female, she must be approved by the entire pack before you bring her in.” William’s voice was deep, much deeper than Marcus’.
“I know the rules,” Marcus growled, brushing past him to take the
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