Beautiful Creatures Series

The smell of coffee under his nose drew Gordon from his sleep. He opened his eyes to see Mackenzie seated on the end of the bed next to him with a mug of hot fresh, brewed coffee. He was on his side and confused. How did he get here? He sat himself up and accepted the coffee from her hands. He lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. He had no idea where she bought her coffee, but it was always good. “What am I doing here?”

“You said you were here for a booty call.”

“I did?”

“You showed up at my door at four in the morning looking for sex. Your breath was toxic, so I went to get you some mouth wash, but when I came back, you were unconscious. So, I let you sleep.”

“So, we didn’t….”

“Didn’t even get close,” she grinned.

“Well, that is humiliating,” he said, sipping his drink once more. “What time is it?”

“Ten.”

Alarm lept into his throat. “Oh shit. I’m late,” he put the coffee down and jumped out of bed. I have to be at the wedding in two hours. I still have to go home and change. He looked her over. “You are not ready.”

“I’ll be ready in an hour,” she promised.

“I don’t have an hour,” he said, taking out his cellphone. He quickly sent her a text, including Darrell’s address. “I got to go. I just sent you the address of the wedding. It starts at noon,” he said, rushing to the door with Mackenzie following him. “Meet me there. I’m standing up, so just take any seat, and I’ll be all yours once the ceremony is over.”

“Ok.”

“Sorry, I can’t wait for you. But my tux is at home, and…” He sniffed his shirt, which stunk of beer. “I need a shower,” he leaned in to kiss her, but she placed her finger over his lips.

“After you brush,” she grinned.

Gordon grinned and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you later,” he then left and broke every speed limit getting himself home in record time. He parked his bike and stripped away his clothes as he ran up the stairs to the washroom. He quickly showered, brushed his teeth and did some much-needed grooming. Then he put his tux on and went out to the garage. He tore a car cover off a mint condition 1969 midnight black Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. Come winter. The Colorado roads were traitorous for a bike. When it started to snow, Gordon would break out his car and drive it until the spring. While the roads were technically in great condition driving a Harley while wearing a tux seemed unsuitable. So tonight, he would drive his car.

He hopped into his car and hit the button of the garage door opener attached to the visor to open the garage door before backing out. Then he hit the button and closed the door as he exited the driveway. Luckily Darrell’s place was only a ten-minute drive away. He pulled into an open spot on the back roads that lined the property with the other vehicles. Hoping out, Gordon ran around the side of the house to the wide-open backyard. They had all the chairs set up on one side, and on the other were four large tents set up to make one large section where the dining tables and a dance floor were set up for the reception.

Guests were already taking their seats, and Darrel was standing at the arbour with Stanton and the officiant. He walked over and quickly apologized for being late while fixing his vest and jacket. “Sorry, I’m late,” he apologized.

“It’s fine. You got here on time,” Darrell grinned as he looked out over the guests taking their seats. On the Groom’s side, members of the pack. Since Darrell had no family outside his sister Charlotte those in attendance were friends and the pack, which for the last six years had been like family to him. On the Bride’s side, only close family and friends. Humans who had no clue at all that they were among what they would consider monsters. As long as no one in the pack got drunk and wolfed out, the human guests would never know. “So, where is this date?”

Gordon looked out over the guests, and his mouth curved in a grin when he saw one of the ushers showing Mackenzie to a seat. He nodded to her, and she smiled with a little wave. She looked amazing in a fitted yet classy green dress. She had swept her hair up into a sophisticated up due. Around her neck was a simple gold chain with an open heart pendant. It always amazed him how she always looked her best. Even when she just rolled out of bed, she did so, looking deliciously fuckable. Gordon pointed Mackenzie out. “That’s her.”

Stanton whistled. “You weren’t kidding. She’s young. A lot younger than I thought she would be.”

be our age,” Darrell commented. “Way to go,”

at their side. “We are ready to start,” she

hitched,” everyone took their positions, and

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up, and from her seat, near the aisle, she had an unobstructed view of the bride coming down the aisle on her father’s arm. Mackenzie was impressed the wedding was very down to earth, and the bride had a simple country feel while still looking elegant and breathtakingly beautiful. Mackenzie

attending strangers’ weddings, and she could always tell which ones were truly in love and which ones would not make it to their third anniversary. It was easy to see the love between this

dapping her eyes with a handkerchief from her purse so as not to ruin her makeup. The officiant pronounced them Husband and Wife, and the groom kissed his bride as the guests

she made her way to the tents, Gordon joined her. He hugged her hello and gave her a quick kiss. “You look

see. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored tux with his hair pulled back. He was cleaned up respectably, and she had to admit the tux was as sexy as the leather and jeans. In honesty, Mackenzie thought there was nothing this man did not look good

will be

“Why not?”

said,

noticed the sign at the end of the aisle that said, “No photography,” she had not noticed it when she

the head table and introduced her to

shook both of their hands. “So nice to

teens. He’s like a son to me. This is Charlotte Darrell’s kid sister and another of my fosters,” Mackenzie shook hands with Charlotte. This is another of my boys. Stanton and his wife Aurora and their new son Dayton,” Mackenzie shook Aurora’s hand as she held her son, then she shook Stanton’s as she stared up at him, confused how this beast of a man had

shook her hand. Aster was very pretty, but she looked like she might be uncertain how to feel about her father dating, let alone someone her own age. Mackenzie was not sure Aster liked her, but the woman did not say so Mackenzie would ignore the tension. They took their seats, and Gordon introduced her to some

hand and led her out onto the floor. He took her in his arms, and they began to dance to the slow song that was playing. Mackenzie was surprised he was actually a very good dancer. He did not look like he would be, but she was

a Tequila Sunrise for herself.

baby? “Bitch, I am no man’s sugar baby. I pay my own way. Can you say the same?”

“Listen here, Bimbo Barbie….”

so low if she sneezed, she’d pop right out of her top. “At least I have enough self-respect to dress appropriately for a wedding. You look like you should be turning tricks on skid row. If you

Mackenzie’s expensive shoe. The altercation had drawn

“These were expensive.”

bother with expensive trappings when you are so cheap and slutty?” Melissa

to make this into something fine,” Mackenzie balled up her fist and punched Melissa as hard as she could, knocking the woman on her bottom. “My Dad taught

and she began to growl like an animal. Suddenly Gordon was at their side. He grabbed Melissa by the arm and forcefully turned her away from Mackenzie, and walked her away. “We need to talk,” he snarled as he dragged her off to someplace

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idea how many humans are back there, and you were just going to

allowed this farce of a wedding to

She earned the right to be here. At the moment, she deserves to be a pack member more than you do.”

I’m sorry I almost wolfed out back there,

“You started the fight.”

it. Seeing you with that woman pisses me