Chapter 182: Danger in His Arms
Three she-wolves from the restaurant and bar team rolled in a cart, setting it beside the table. Plates slid out one after another—pasta, seafood, warm bread, champagne catching the light.
Elara was already at the table, fingers hovering like she couldn’t decide where to start. Emma moved in beside her, eyes scanning everything at once.
Bernard pushed his chair back, stood up, and made his way toward the door across the chamber.
Brandon glanced up. "Where are you going?"
"To Leo and Teddy’s chamber," Bernard said, already reaching for the door handle.
"Join us," Brandon said, gesturing toward the table.
Bernard paused with his hand on the door, then turned back and sat down.
"Elara, please. I need to feed my pup," Brandon said, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth.
"My pup? You’re still calling her that? Hasn’t she grown up?" Elara teased.
"To me, she’ll always be my pup."
Laughter broke around them.
Elara slipped away from Emma’s side and moved toward Bernard. Emma stepped in where she’d been sitting.
"Thank you, princess," Brandon said.
More laughter followed.
They all settled in, plates crowded with rich, spicy food. Steam rose between them, glasses clinked, laughter building slowly around the table.
At first, Bernard stayed quiet, shoulders a little stiff, eyes mostly on his plate. Elara nudged him once, Emma teased him twice, and little by little, his guard dropped. A laugh slipped out before he seemed to notice it himself.
Emma studied him over her glass. Smart. Sharper than she expected.
No wonder the King invested so much in him.
She tilted her head. "Do you remember anything about your family?"
Bernard’s fork slowed. "Yeah."
The word landed flat.
Emma’s smile faded. "Sorry... I shouldn’t have asked."
Brandon set his fork down. "What do you remember?"
A quiet pause.
"Not much," Bernard said. "Just... my mother and I saw my father get killed."
The table went still.
"I was eight. I got through it." His gaze stayed on the plate. "She didn’t. She started drinking. Took it out on me. Pup welfare stepped in."
His fingers tightened slightly around the fork.
"I thought I’d help her when I came of age. But she died before my ninth birth moon." A short breath left him. "Her family never came for me."
"Oh... that’s a pity," she said.
Bernard’s mouth curled slightly, not quite a smile.
"Alpha’s mate," Bernard added, leaning in a little, "that incident happened fifteen winters ago."
Emma’s brows lifted. "Where did you see the King?"
Elara waved a hand like she’d told the story before. "He impersonated a wolf to sit for an exam for some wolf. Got caught, thrown into a juvenile dungeon."
A small laugh slipped out of Brandon.
"The King went to see him," Elara continued. "Asked what happened. When they told him, he shut it down, got him released, and enrolled him in Brandon’s academy the next day."
Bernard let out a short laugh. Brandon shook his head, smiling despite himself.
"Elara was only six winters old," Brandon said.
His voice dropped after a beat, almost under his breath.
"And my Moonheart was eight... somewhere I never thought I’d find her."
Emma caught it anyway. Her mouth curved before she could stop it.
Brandon glanced at her. She looked away too late.
They both laughed quietly into their glasses.
Bernard took Elara’s hand when they were through with the dinner.
"We are going to the beach," he announced.
"It’s 9 pm already," Brandon pointed at the wall clock that was in front of him.
"Just be careful," Emma said, and they left.
"Moonheart, I hope you booked separate chambers for them?" He asked, walking towards her.
"No," she responded, dropping a box of chocolate syrup she was holding beside the bed when she saw his dilated pupils.
"I know that look," she said, already moving toward the door. "You’re planning trouble."
"Hey, don’t do that." He caught her wrist before she could reach the handle, a grin tugging at his mouth. "The second you walk out that door, we’re gonna end up causing a scene."
Emma glanced down at his hand around her wrist, then back at him.
"A scene?" A laugh slipped out of her. "Brandon, you’re the one smiling like trouble right now, not me."
She tried to pull away again, slower this time. "And for the record, I was only going to check on Elara and Bernard," she smirked.
Brandon’s brow lifted as he tightened his hold around her waist.
"When did you start caring so much about other people’s love lives, hm?"
Emma tipped her head back just enough to look at him. A slow smile touched her lips.
"Today." Her fingers slid up the front of his shirt. "Are you jealous, Moon Prince Brandon Oliver hm?"
His eyes darkened at that.
"Jealous?" He leaned closer until his mouth nearly brushed hers. "You really want to test me right now?"
Emma’s breath caught when his hand moved from her waist to the back of her neck, holding her there.
"Maybe I do," she whispered.
A low chuckle left him before he finally closed the distance between them.
"You really thought this through." He glanced at her, a grin tugging at his mouth. "Wait... you actually booked one chamber for those two?"
Emma looked up. "Yeah." She shrugged lightly. "Why?"
"Resting den policy doesn’t allow unmated couples to share chambers."
"Are you sure?" She asked, holding the collar of his shirt. He nodded sheepishly.
"I also heard alcohol is not allowed here but you took two glasses of champagne," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, you can take it at your home, resting den, or licensed shops," he grinned as she rubbed her palms on his chest.
He pushed her playfully and she fell on the soft bed and grinned. He slowly climbed the bed and they began to kiss. They smooched for a long time.
She took his shirt off as the intense kissing continued. He took hers off too. His palm landed on her bosom and he sucked her pink, hard, and pointed nîpples aggressively. He pulled out the box of chocolate she kept beside the bed and poured it on her nîpples. He licked the chocolate deliciously and her lips began to quiver in unspoken passion.
He almost lost it the second he heard "Your Love" by The Outfield playing.
He moved his lips down and dropped a few drops on her feminine center and licked it up. The sensation she felt could not be described and she went crazy. She pushed him down and poured chocolate syrup on his chest and started licking like an ice cream.
"This is the best dessert I have ever had," she grinned.
"Please don’t stop," he murmured, his voice low and warm.
Emma smiled and moved closer, resting her forehead against his for a moment before settling into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.
She straddled his lap, her fingers tracing his jaw while their eyes stayed locked together. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the quiet rhythm of their hearts.
As she leaned in to kiss him, memories of their younger days drifted through her mind—the stolen glances, the laughter, the dreams they once whispered to each other. They have come so far since then.
A soft smile touched her lips. More than anything, she looked forward to the future they would build together, and the family they hoped to share one day.
Brandon brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled her closer. Neither of them spoke again. They simply held each other, falling in love all over again.
She was on cloud nine when he grabbed her waist and veered her around. They moved to a missionary position and he went wild. He was so hard on her and she was moaning crazily because the sensation was unimaginable!
After a few minutes, he held her waist and flipped her to visit her significant juicy three-sixty ass he loves so much. He skimmed her ass, poured some chocolate all over her ass, and licked it up again. Goosebumps appeared all over her body and the hottest fire clouded her brain. She grunted and whined because it was so satisfying.
He turned her around again and continued thrusting until they exhausted all their energy. She relaxed on his chest, savoring the feeling of satisfaction she felt.
A few minutes later, she curled up against his chest while his arm slipped around her waist. Neither of them spoke. They just sat there, tangled together, listening to the quiet music drifting around them.
"Didn’t know you were more trouble than me," he murmured, pulling her against his chest.
She glanced back over her shoulder, a grin tugging at her lips. "You taught me, remember?" Her fingers brushed his arm. "And students always end up better than their teachers."
He let out a low laugh and shook his head. His fingers closed around hers before he lifted her hand to his lips.
"Yeah?" he murmured against her skin. "Then maybe I should stop teaching you before you become impossible to handle."
Emma laughed softly and slid closer until her knee brushed his.
"Too late," she whispered, tilting her head at him. "You already created the problem."
Brandon stared at her for a second, then pulled her into his lap without warning. A grin spread across his face as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"And here I was thinking I raised you well," he said softly. "Turns out I made you dangerous."
Emma’s smile widened. Still sitting between his legs with her back against his chest, she slowly twisted around on his lap until she was facing him. One arm slid over his shoulder, then the other curled around his neck as she leaned in close enough for their foreheads to almost touch.
"You love danger," she whispered, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Otherwise you wouldn’t keep pulling me closer every chance you get."
Before Brandon could answer, the sharp
beep of her device cut through the quiet and drew her attention.
She shouted when she pulled her device closer and saw twenty missed calls. None of them knew it was ringing all along.
