Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Being besties with the King and Queen of the Lupine territories came with its own series of perks. In the centre of the Lupine Territories, Seth and Fallon were seeing those perks first-hand.

Fresh from cumming on his face, the Amazon was beyond confused as she stood in the slinky dress he'd picked out for her.

Fuck, standing beside him, Fallon was a vision. The dress did nothing but heighten her features. With those silver, bejewelled straps gliding over her shoulders, he wanted to lick her collarbones.

Lick her from head to toe.

The front of the dress dipped low between her breasts, teasing him with a view of her cleavage.

Nipples I just had my mouth around.

As for the back, her ass looked fucking delectable.

That god damned fucking arse will haunt me.

It was even better now he'd had the chance to grab it.

Fingers crossed I'll be burying my cock in it later.

The skirt was flowy, whooshing around her legs. And a good thing too. The unmated wolves could only imagine the splendour it hid beneath whilst Seth got to see it. Because this was all his. Fallon was all his. And at this point in his adult life, Seth would sooner bite off his own knob than share his pot of Fallon gold.

His hand fell upon the small of her back as a waitress led them onto the balcony—special treatment—with an enchanting view of the lake. A view he'd had a feeling she'd appreciate.

Still confused, the Amazon took it all in her stead, frowning when he pulled a chair out for her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm being a gentleman."

"Why?"

"Because I want to be."

"You're not a gentleman. What game are you playing?"

"Shut your mouth and be grateful for it."

She sat down lithely, allowing him to push her in.

"And I am too a gentleman. You're just unobservant."

"Rue the day you ever become a gentleman."

"Now you're just being mean."

He cursed the view when he got to the other side of the table. Her breasts were practically spilling out of that dress. And now he had to get through a whole ass conversation without touching them.

Nigh impossible.

But he could do this. For Fallon.

Annoyingly, the Amazon was frowning. Still confused.

"I can't promise it'll be as good as my cooking, but Evie promises the food here's good. She can be a bit of a snob so I've taken her word for it."

She scanned the space around them, taking in the romantic setting. They had this balcony to themselves. With the door to the restaurant still slightly ajar and people walking by on the street below, they weren't completely alone, but they felt it. This was intimate. Serene.

"What is this?"

"A restaurant," He answered.

"I know it's a restaurant."

He smiled. "Then where was the need to ask?"

"You never know when it comes to you. You could've taken me anywhere."

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