Free Reaching for My Angel [The Royal Wolves 5] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Honor James Page A

nail had been driven into the home.
    She leaned back and into him as soft gentle tears escaped her eyes. “This is the house that I have always dreamt of for a family, Benedek. This is the home I have forever wanted, the only home I could ever have dreamed of for raising a family in.” She looked backward and up to him. “This is my dream home, Ben, and you are my dream man.” It all fit. It was perfect, and right, and he was hers forever.
    “Of course I am.” He gave her a cocky grin before chuckling softly and giving her a light squeeze. “You are my dream woman after all, the only one for me in the whole world. It would make sense that we would have similar tastes at the very least,” he pointed out kissing her nose lightly. “Go on, there’s a lot of house still left to see, darling.” Ben gave her a gentle nudge.
    Nodding and grinning, she moved from him and toward the interior of the house. She touched things here and there, her fingers trailing over the wood and finally she made it to the bedroom. “Oh. My. God!” She jumped onto the massive four-poster bed through the parted curtains and rolled around on the blankets. “Oh Benedek,” she murmured, knowing he was just behind her.
    Smiling at her reaction, Ben sat on the edge of the bed and watched her roll about the massive area. “I take it from the high volume reaction that the bed will do?” he asked in a teasing tone.
    She laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I think it will be fine.” She was a fully grown woman, nearly forty years young, but he made her feel like a giddy child. “I love it, Benedek. I’ve always wanted a really large bed, and it has posters and curtains.” She touched the curtains and grinned. “I love it, Ben, I really do.”
    “I’m glad, honey,” he said, softly reaching out to touch her cheek. “But before we try it out I think we should go and let you meet the wolves. I don’t want you getting cornered by them without them knowing just who you are.” He didn’t say they’d likely do it anyway because they were damned curious animals.
    “I think you are likely right, because once we start on our trial run of our new bed, I have a sneaky suspicion that we won’t surface for like a week.” She was stretching it, but it felt so good to tease with him, laugh with him, and be with him, that she didn’t mind it at all. Pausing as she was getting out of the bed, she looked over at him and suddenly knew. “They are nearly all bigger than me, aren’t they?” She had seen a documentary in a Pilot Truck Stop once that spoke of wolves, wild wolves, not the ones in the zoos, and they were all massive creatures.
    “Maybe a smidge,” he said holding up a hand his forefinger and thumb a little ways apart and then he widened the gap to about an inch. “Give or take.” He grinned. “Come on, love, they won’t eat you. At least not today,” he teased moving toward the door.
    Sputtering as she stood and moved with him. “At least not today?” she practically screeched. “Oh god oh god oh god,” she mumbled and followed him, like a fool. “Please tell me that you’re pulling my leg, Ben?” Oh god, they were going to make a meal out of her, she just knew it. They were going to judge her as not worthy of him and eat her up so that he could find the real mate he was supposed to be with.
    Snickering softly so she wouldn’t hear, he looked over his shoulder at her with a calm expression. “Of course I’m pulling your leg,” he said and then took off running. If that had been her reaction she was likely going to beat him to death and he wasn’t giving her the chance. Laughing aloud now he pulled open the door, hit the lights, and padded to the edge of the deck to wait for her.
    She watched him and had a very real desire to go back to that big bed and close the curtains after locking the door and waiting him out, but she didn’t. She moved through the house and stepped cautiously out onto the deck, the bright light of day