#colin and susannah fic

[regency-monster-love]

Part 6 of Colin and Susannah | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: masturbation (m receiving), oral (f receiving), piv, knotting

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Susannah—he refused to call her Miss Oakden in his head any longer—his mate-to-be, his beautiful butterfly, had fluttered back home, after months of absence in London! Colin had been miserable without her. He had wanted to go after her, but business with his estate and pack had prevented it. Being the alpha, and a relatively new one at that, came with a great deal of time-consuming responsibility. Ordinarily, he did not resent it, but he had started to, when it kept him separated from his mate.

Not that he didn’t feel sympathy for his pack as well. They’d had to put up with his erratic behavior these past few months. The first full moon after she left, he was an absolute terror, snarling at everyone until he could lock himself away in his bedchamber. He spared not even a moment to undress before shifting, letting his clothes rip from his body, all so he could wrap Susannah’s stolen glove around his cock and pleasure himself with it in a frenzy all night long. By morning, it was little more than a scrap, but he could still smell her scent clinging to it, and better yet, the scent of his seed was mingled together with it.

God, how he wished he could mingle their scents together in the flesh! Every night, he pictured what she would look like unclothed, spread out for him on his bed. He imagined tasting her, licking up every drop of her desire for him, until she writhed and howled like a wolf herself. He would bury himself in her then, fucking her tenderly at first, then harder and harder, until finally his knot would push inside her cunt and swell, locking them together as he spilled into her womb. This fantasy would play through his mind while he furiously stroked his hand over his throbbing prick and squeezed his knot in the other palm. It was enough to bring him release, but never satisfaction. He needed Susannah for that.

But he would have her soon. She was back, and he was determined to propose tonight, no matter what, when she came to his home for dinner.

The first moment he laid eyes on her, stepping into his drawing room, his blood sang with the instincts of a mate, joyful yet ravenous. He longed to leap across the room and wrap her in his arms. But she was with her parents, and human manners dictated restraint, so he merely walked to her and offered her his hand to shake as he greeted her with a level of calm that he really thought he ought to be lauded for, considering how wild he felt under the surface.

She graced him with a marvelously beautiful smile, and told him that it had been too long since they last met and how happy she was to be in his home this evening, and he wished he was the wolf at that moment so he could wag his tail and show her how excessively pleased it made him to hear that.

Dinner was tortuously long. Colin was uncertain whether having Susannah seated next to him made it feel more or less so. On the one hand, he enjoyed being able to speak to her, and hear all about how she had spent her time in London. On the other hand, her scent was so strong when she was in such close proximity to him, and for such an extended period of time, that he thought he might go mad with desire for her. He tried to distract himself from her scent by counting her freckles, but when she caught him staring at her face, she smiled bashfully, her lowered eyelashes fluttering against her blushing cheeks in such a pretty manner, that Colin was even more overcome with longing for her.

Finally the meal and drinking were over, and the entire party was gathered together again in the drawing room. Colin moved toward Susannah, catching the eye of one of his cousins as he did so. The younger werewolf nodded, and slowly but surely a large number of his pack gathered themselves around Susannah’s parents, engaging them in conversation and blocking their view of himself. Colin smiled. Sometimes having a large pack was a great benefit.

He turned his attention to his mate, reaching a hand toward her arm but stopping short of touching her. “Would you permit me to show you something in another room? It is just next to this one.”

She looked curiously at him, but agreed, and he led her out of the room and into the study adjacent to it, closing the door behind them.

“I was not completely honest,” he admitted to her. “There is nothing in here I wish to show you. I simply wanted to speak to you in private.”

Susannah's brow rose in momentary surprise, but then her heartbeat began to quicken in anticipation. She had a fairly good idea of why he would want to speak to her alone.

He stepped closer to her. “Do you remember when I called you a butterfly, on one of the occasions when we danced together?”

She smiled softly at the memory. He had a romantic turn of mind that she liked. “Yes.”

“I did not realize at the time how apt it was, for you flew away from me, despite my attempts to catch you. Werewolves enjoy catching things, you know.” She giggled softly, but stopped abruptly when he picked up her hand and held it tight in his, her eyes widening at the touch. “But now you have flown back, and I don’t want to lose you ever again. Will you spare me the agony of ever having to be separated from you again by consenting to be my wife?”

He could hear her heart fluttering wildly now, her skin flushed with agitation, her breathing fast through her parted lips. “Yes. Yes, Mr. Barrington, I will marry you.”

“Darling Susannah, how I’ve longed to hear you say that!” he cried out as he embraced her. She started at the contact, but did not pull away, and he felt her go soft in his arms. He knew he should not be holding her, but it was less inappropriate than what he really wished to do, which was to take her to the floor, yank up her skirts, and drive into her, filling her with his seed to make their newly agreed upon bond not just one of words but one of the flesh as well.

Had she been a werewolf, he would have done exactly that, and she would have welcomed it. All of his pack in the other room would have heard them sealing their mating bond, and none of them would have batted an eyelash at it. But Susannah was not a werewolf, she was a delicate human, and he had to be patient.

He forced himself to release her, sliding his hands from her back onto her arms and down to her hands, causing her to shiver as he did so. She looked a little bashful, yet was smiling up at him. “I love you, Susannah.”

Her color rose even more. “May I call you Colin?”

“Please do, my darling.”

“I love you, Colin.”

A shudder ran through his body at hearing those exquisite words combined with his Christian name on her lips, and he had to squeeze her hands in his to keep himself from throwing them around her back again or grasping her face to kiss her.

“You don’t mind that I’m not of your kind?” he asked.

“Not at all. In fact…” She thought of how powerful he had appeared in his wolf form, and ducked her head with a shy smile. “I think I like you even better for it.”

She heard him hiss in a sharp breath, and raised her eyes back to his to see them burning with a golden fire. “You make me wish I could transform for you this instant.”

The idea of that made her stomach flutter. “You would let me see such a thing? It’s not too…personal?”

“Oh, butterfly.” He raised a hand to her cheek, drawing it down her skin with a faint whisper of something sharp that felt like claws. “When we are married and mated, I want you to see everything.” His hand came to rest on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, squeezing gently there, and she gasped as the picture of him biting there flashed into her mind, as it had done once before, filling her with an unexpected heat. “I will be yours. Just as you are mine.”

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End of part 6 of Colin and Susannah

Alright, here we go! This fic is gonna be smutty from here on out!

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Part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but slightly suggestive | autumn fluff

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“I do so love autumn leaves.” Susannah bent to pick one up, a crimson red brighter than fresh blood, and twirled the stem of it between her slender fingers. “I will never tire of their vibrant colors.”

“That’s fitting, for I believe you’re a painter, are you not?” Colin asked her.

Her face brightened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Indeed I am. But I don’t recall telling you so. How did you know?”

“More than once when we have met, I have smelt paint upon you.” She lifted her hands to peer at her fingers, as if the paint were still upon them, and he smiled. “I do not smell any now, but even if you had washed off all visible traces of it, I might still be able to detect that it was recently there. Werewolves have a very keen sense of smell.”

Ah yes. Sometimes it was easy for her to forget that Mr. Barrington was a werewolf. Her eyes roved over his face, so perfectly human and normal, save for his golden eyes that seemed almost to glow. She wondered what he looked like in his wolf form, but did not feel they were acquainted well enough to ask such a thing. “Even in your human form?”

“My senses are a bit dulled in this form, but very little. Even like this, I can smell that you used rosewater in your hair, and you ate raspberry preserves with your breakfast.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink over her freckles, and she reached up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. The werewolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Oakden, there is no jam still on you; I simply can smell it.”

Her eyes widened. He was the first werewolf she had ever been personally acquainted with, and she found him endlessly fascinating. Thankfully, he was always patient with her questions, never acting offended by them or mocking her ignorance. “That’s remarkable! How can you smell it if it is gone?”

He shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the science behind it. It is simply an innate skill I possess. I can smell many things I cannot see.”

For instance, he could smell that she was his mate.

He did not mention this out loud. She would not understand; as a human, he knew she could not smell mating bonds, as his kind could, nor even feel the bond beyond the faintest vague sensation. He did not wish her to think he only cared for her due to the bond, when in reality, it was his admiration of her as a person that had caused the bond to form, not some higher power dictating his feelings. Even though she must feel at least some degree of affection for him as well, in order to enable the start of that bond, she might not realize her own feelings yet, and he did not want to distress, frighten, or confuse her.

He could smell her matehood even now, intangible yet so very real, thick and sweet in the space between them as they walked beside each other along the garden path of her parents’ estate. It urged him to stay close to her and protect her. It urged him to touch her, lick her, mount her, bite her—to make her his.

But he kept his hands clasped behind his back and a respectable distance between them as they slowly strolled the grounds, colorful leaves rustling under their feet. He could wait to have her, while he courted her in the manner of a gentleman, as she would expect. He would earn her love the way a human man would.

And once he had it, he would claim her the way a werewolf male would.

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Part 3 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive, biting (vague) | ballroom flirting

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For the first half-minute or so of the dance, Colin was too caught up in the pleasure of being so close to his soon-to-be mate—moving his body in harmony with hers, smelling her sweet scent so intensely, even touching her through their gloved hands—that he did not speak at all.

Miss Oakden did not speak either, but that was not unusual; she was often quiet, not in a way that suggested she was shy or proud, but simply of a calm disposition that did not always need to fill up the space with talking. It was one of her many fine qualities that he loved. Being the alpha of a werewolf pack and running an estate were stressful endeavors, but her tranquil company was a welcome respite. With her, everything was always peaceful. 

Well, as peaceful as it could be when he was frequently excited by her scent and yearning to claim her as his mate.

His thoughts were straying into dangerous territory again. He needed to speak about something innocent to keep himself composed. 

“You still have not shown me any of your paintings,” he finally remarked.

She gave him an arch smile as they joined hands and circled one another. “You never asked to see them.”

“Did I not? I meant to. I will do so now—consider this my formal application to be permitted to view the full body of your work.”

She blushed slightly, but remained smiling. “Please do not treat it as if you’re to see an exhibition by a master, or you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

“Nothing that you have done could disappoint me.”

Her beautiful eyes glowed with pleasure at the compliment, and for a few steps of the dance they were both too caught up in smiling at each other to speak. 

Colin was the first to break the silence, again. “So what is your answer?”

She blinked. “To what?”

“To my formal application.”

She chuckled. “Ah, right. My answer is yes, you may see my paintings, the next time you call at the house.”

He bowed his head to her as the dance brought him forward into her space. “Thank you, madam. I look forward to the pleasure,” he murmured.

Susannah found that she was looking forward to the pleasure as well—the pleasure of having him come to call. He had done so often in the past weeks, and she always enjoyed their conversations. Mr. Barrington was intelligent and thoughtful, with easy, pleasing manners. She must admit that he was quite pleasing to look at as well.

“It may be some days before I can manage the time to call, however,” he warned her as they raised their linked hands over their heads to slowly spin together. “There are some…squabbles happening within my pack that I need to attend to.”

As always, Susannah was intrigued by any mention of how his being a werewolf affected his life. A sudden wish to see him doing whatever it was he did as a wolf struck her. She had seen other werewolves in town in their wolf forms occasionally, so it must not be improper.

“Do you ever go out in your wolf form?” she asked.

Mr. Barrington looked surprised by her question. “When I am taking care of matters with the pack, I do, but not often when I go into society.”

“Would you come to call on me in that form?”

His look of surprise increased in intensity. “You wish to see me as the wolf?”

“Yes, but only if it is agreeable to you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she hurried to say.

A pleased smile brightened his handsome face and sent his unusual golden eyes gleaming. “I could not be more comfortable doing so. Yes, I will come that way, next I call.”

She nodded in acknowledgment, her blood warming with anticipation and making pink bloom on her cheeks and seep down onto her chest. Something told her that he would be just as handsome, if not more so, in his wolf form as in this one.

Colin’s sharp eyes did not miss the blush on Miss Oakden’s skin, his pupils dilating as he stared at her flushed neck. He could hear her blood rushing faster there, and he longed to stretch his jaws around the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sink his teeth into her soft skin to mark her as his. He felt himself stir in his breeches as he imagined the iron-sweet taste of her on his tongue.

God, having her so close was driving him mad! He had to control himself. He exhaled heavily, as if he could expel her scent from his nose, though that was not at all how his werewolf senses worked, and forced a casual smile onto his face. “I think perhaps you can transform as well,” he told her.

She gave him a curious look. “Into what?”

“A butterfly. Your skin is becoming more brightly hued, and you’re garbed in more color and finery than I’ve ever seen you before.”

Her blush deepened, but she let out a laugh, the sound as bright and light as butterfly wings, confirming his fanciful idea. Yes, she was his beautiful, delicate butterfly. His, all his. Soon.

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Part 5 of Colin and Susannah | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive | mutual pining

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When Colin asked to see Miss Oakden’s paintings, he did genuinely wish to see them, but primarily his motivation was to allow them to leave the drawing room together, where her mother currently sat with them, so that he could be alone with his mate and propose to her.

So it was with great dismay that Miss Oakden only led him to the other side of the room they were already in, to where a portfolio was laid out upon a high table. His tail drooped. This would not do at all!

But he smothered his disappointment and tried to focus on her paintings. They were quite good, which was of no surprise to him—his Susannah would of course be accomplished at anything she did. He voiced his appreciation of her work and was rewarded with several of her pretty smiles.

And, at least he got to enjoy standing so close to her. This was the first occasion he'd been with her in his wolf form, and his keener senses made her scent more potent than ever before. His pleasure at smelling his mate’s unique scent was increased by the trace of arousal that still mingled amongst it, faint but lush, like a thin but decadent layer of cream that clung to one's tongue. Was his mere presence next to her enough to excite her? Oh! how he needed to make her his!

When Susannah showed Colin one of her paintings that was framed, hanging on the wall, it gave him another idea of how he might get her alone. “Surely there are others displayed in other rooms as well,” he said. “You promised to show me your entire collection.”

A smile curled her lips again. “I can show you a few others that are elsewhere.”

Yet in a positively tragic turn of events, Susannah’s mother accompanied them out of the room. Colin’s tail didn't droop this time, it twitched in frustration. All he needed was three minutes alone with his mate, perhaps even just one, and yet he could not manage it!

The visit ended with no proposal having been made.

He was disappointed, but he wasn’t of a temper to dwell in melancholy. His natural confidence quickly lifted his spirits; there still remained several weeks before Susannah left for the London season, and he felt sure he could find an opportunity of getting her alone long enough to secure her agreement to marry him.

The remainder of that week was taken up with pack squabbles and estate business, so his proposal had to wait. The following week, when he went to call at Susannah’s home, he learned that she was confined to bed with a cold. His entire body tensed at the news that his mate was unwell, and it was an effort to restrain himself from leaping up the stairs to dash directly into her bedroom. He wanted to bring her food and feed it to her from his own muzzle, wrap his furry body around her for warmth, and lick her skin to soothe and clean her. She was his mate, and it was his right to protect and care for her! But by human ideas, he was nothing to her, and could not even see her, let alone touch her.

He spent the next few nights pacing under her window in his wolf form, constantly sniffing the air to see if the scent of illness was no longer seeping from her bedroom. His mate instincts screamed at him the entire time, making his limbs burn with the urge to go to her, and driving him mad with worry and frustration at his helplessness. During the day, he was forced to stay away, and spent his time prowling about his estate aimlessly, snapping and snarling at any packmate who attempted to appease him.

He knew he was being unreasonable—he’d been assured by Susannah's mother and by the physician, whom he had gone to see as soon as he left the Oakdens’ home that first day, that her illness was a trifling one. But he could not help it. If he could see her just once with his own eyes—and better yet, lick and smell her directly—then he could be easy, but without the assurance of his own senses, he could not rest.

His frustration would have been even greater if he had known that his mate was longing for him, too, whilst she was confined to bed. How Susannah yearned for his comfort! Somehow she knew he could provide it to her better than anyone. That handsome fur of his would surely be warming against her—even his smile would warm her, she thought. But she did not voice these feelings to anyone, knowing it would be improper for him to visit her, and scolding herself for being so silly to even imagine it.

Fortunately for both of them, her illness was over in only three or four days. Colin rejoiced when he learned that she was well, and could barely contain his excitement to see her again and finally propose.

Yet still more obstacles appeared in his way. Christmas festivities threw them together fairly often, but the events were always too busy for him to get her alone. He had to content himself with staring at her beauty from across the room, waiting for those fleeting but cherished moments when she’d turn her head and stare back, and hoping that he was not imagining the want he saw reflected in her eyes. Occasionally he could get close enough to speak a few words to her, but never for long, and never in private.

He wanted to grab her by the waist and steal her away from everyone else, to some dark, quiet spot where he could confess his love to her through word and then demonstrate it through touch, chasing away the quiet with the sounds of their clandestine love-making.

He grew so desperate that he even considered proposing by letter, but no self-respecting werewolf would do something so impersonal. He wished to propose in person, preferably in his wolf form, to hear whether her heart sped up in happiness when he asked her, to smell whether her scent shifted into one of contentment or excitement, to see her delighted smile with his own eyes.

But before he knew it, weeks had sped by—until one day in early January, the Oakdens were gone, off to London for the season, while Colin was left behind without a proposal having ever been made.

He regretted calling Susannah a butterfly once, for she had flown away from him, despite his every attempt to catch her. Who knew when she might flutter back to him.

He drew out a long silk glove from his pocket and held it to his snout, closing his eyes and dragging in a long breath through his nostrils. He had previously stolen this glove when he and Susannah had been at a ball together, and was not proud of doing so, but could not regret it, because it allowed him to have her sweet scent still with him.

This scrap of scent was all he might have of his mate for some weeks. Perhaps even months.

Oh God, please let it not be months, he thought.

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End of part 5 of Colin and Susannah

Sorry, not a lot happening in this chapter other than some sweet sweet pining, but it was needed to get us to the next part. Coming soon!

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[regency-monster-love]

Colin and Susannah fic master post

A sweet and spicy Regency era monster romance

Male werewolf x female human

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Part 1

Part 2 - NSFW

Part 3

Part 4 - NSFW

Part 5

Part 6 - NSFW

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Status: In progress

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Part 4 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: oral (m receiving), biting (vague)

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His wolf form was magnificent.

That was the best way Susannah could think to describe it. She could not say for certain whether Mr. Barrington was more handsome in his wolf form—both versions of him were exceedingly so—but there was a kind of power that radiated off him like this. Every line of his wolf-like body seemed primed for action, and yet there was an effortless grace to the way he held himself as well, which gave him an air of being more comfortable than she had ever seen him before.

He was taller than as his human self, and a bit more slender, as if his whole body had been pulled by a string upward and stretched out. His clothing fit him more snugly, although it could not possibly have been the same pieces he wore in his other form—these trousers had a hole in the back for his tail, for one thing. Susannah could make out the shifting of his firm muscles under the fabric of his coat simply from the way his arm moved to reach for the plate of cake she handed him. It was strangely alluring, making her blood warm in a way similar to when they had danced together.

He declined the cup of tea Susannah’s mother offered. “I cannot drink from a teacup when I am like this,” he explained.

“Oh!” her mother said, startled and embarrassed, and unsure what else to say, but her daughter's eyes lit up with curiosity. 

“How do you drink in this form?” Susannah asked him.

“The same way a dog does.” He was not ashamed to tell her this. While some humans might look down on werewolves for this “uncivilized” behavior, he knew Miss Oakden would not.

And indeed, her expression remained open and friendly. “Ah, of course! But I think that means that you could actually drink from this teacup.”

He let out a throaty chuckle. Susannah found she rather liked the rougher timbre to his voice in this form. “I could, but it would make a terrible mess. My tongue is far too big for such a little thing. I should splash tea everywhere.” 

The edge of said tongue darted out then, just barely skating over the edge of his muzzle, but Susannah's eyes fixed upon it. She felt a pleasant pulse of warmth low in her belly. It was a sensation she was familiar with, but usually only felt at night in her bed, when her mind and then hands would wander in the secret darkness. She ought to feel mortified to feel the decadent sensation now, yet the excitement of feeling it in the light of day, while in the company of other people, only intensified its pull. 

She sipped at her tea to try to cover the flush on her cheeks while her mind started to wander off onto dark paths beyond her control. What might Mr. Barrrington’s tongue feel like on her skin? Or touching her own? The idea made goosebumps rise on her skin. Could he kiss her when he was like this, or did that only work when he was in his human form? She looked at his mouth again, trying to determine how a werewolf and human might kiss each other. His muzzle was slightly open, affording her a view of the sharp tips of his teeth, and even that was enticing to her. She was struck with the strangest longing to have him bite her, and her belly rolled and quivered as her mind conjured up a picture of the act.

Colin's eyes sharpened and darted to Miss Oakden's neck. Could he really be smelling her arousal right now? It was very faint, but it was not a scent he could ever miss, because it was perhaps the best thing he had ever scented, save for the smell of their matehood. However, it was a most inopportune time to be smelling it, considering that her mother was in the room with them. He shifted in his seat to try to disguise what it was already doing to his cock.

But he could not stop his mind from inventing outlandish scenarios of what he could do if her mother was not in the room. He might ask Susannah what she was thinking of, and hope she would tell him that her own thoughts were as scandalous as his were becoming. His cock would grow even harder as she described her fantasy to him, and he would rise from his chair to approach where she sat upon the sofa. She would stare up at him through her eyelashes, and he would stroke a clawed hand over her cheek to cup her jaw while his other hand worked at his buttons.

His cock would spring free from his trousers, the tip already wet with his desire, and he'd make it wetter still when he eased it between her pretty lips. She'd struggle to open wide enough to take him, but he’d patiently work himself farther and farther inside the wet heat of her sweet mouth. How lovely she would look with her lips stretched to their limits around his meaty girth! He'd push in until his fat knot kissed her lips, making her gag so beautifully for him, and he'd stroke her hair and praise her for being such a good mate, pleasing her alpha so perfectly.

“Might you be there as well?”

Colin blinked his eyes rapidly. Mrs. Oakden, Susannah's mother, was speaking to him, and he had not heard a single word while he fantasized.

He coughed. “I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“Will you be in town for the season as well?” she repeated.

“Oh, ah, I cannot be certain.” He shifted his gaze to Susannah's eyes. “I hope to be. I would like that very much.”

“You enjoy the city, then?” her mother asked.

He despised the city, like most of his kind. In a city, how was he supposed to run naked on a full moon or slaughter a deer when he needed a vent for his frustration? But, for his mate, he would go anywhere, endure anything. He kept his gaze fixed upon Susannah. “I enjoy it quite a bit, when I have a particular inducement to be there.”

Susannah smiled at him. “I hope we will meet with you there, then.”

If she and her family were to be there for the entire season, he would have to ensure that they did meet. Because he would go quite mad without his mate for several months.

In fact, he thought perhaps he ought to propose before Susannah left. He wasn't completely certain whether her affection for him was great enough, yet, but it seemed impossible that she still could not feel the connection between them, and he was tired of being cautious. He wished to be bold.

All he needed was a way to get her alone for a few minutes. “Miss Oakden, I believe you had some paintings you wished to show me, did you not?” he prompted.

“That was your wish, not mine,” she said with a smile, “but yes, we may go look at them.”

He grinned as broadly as a rambunctious pup, and his tail sent itself wagging wildly. He was about to become engaged to his mate!

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