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My coronation has been nothing but beautiful. Sharing it with people who are excited to be working with me, to help Everett lead the pack. Our pack together. The thought makes me sickeningly mushy inside.

Never did I think I could belong but I know I belong here. Inside this house. In Everett's heart. It was meant to be and I can't believe I even thought about turning away from him when he wanted to give me everything.

I bless the Goddess for bringing me close to someone who has changed my life.

I bless my fate for telling me to trust him even when I thought I could never trust anyone again.

Everett sticks by my side for the first half of the night, his hand is constantly against the small of my back or it rests in the crevice of my fingers. Giving me a light squeeze to know that he's here and not going anywhere else.

"Everett," I hear a voice from behind me and his blue eyes dart to the direction. "Reign!"

We're met with Cleo and Kassian who bundle us into warm embraces, thanking us for sharing this day with them. I take one glance at Cleo in her jade green dress, the colour that matches her eyes. "You look beautiful." I comment.

Her eyes widen. "Me?" She shakes her head and exhales a long tut. "You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous, Reign! You make my coronation dress look like a prom dress."

I take a gaze down at the sequined material that cling to my body. I was never there to see her coronation but I doubt it looked like a prom dress, Cleo is the sort of person who could rock up in jeans and a t-shirt and still look unreal.

"Thank you," I tell her gratefully. "But I highly doubt that. You probably looked amazing."

"Are we done licking her ass yet?" Kassian butts in and I stifle a small laugh.

Cleo narrows her eyes at her mate. "Excuse me?" She places a delicate hand on her hip. "If I recall anything, you're the one who was licking Everett's ass first."

My head whips to Everett and his brows furrow, amusement evident on his face. "Well this is interesting," I mutter under my breath with a chuckle.

Cleo brushes her dark hair over her shoulder. "He's trying to embarrass me and it's not working."

Kassian laughs and presses a kiss to her temple. "Once upon a time you told me I was easy to wind up. I think the tables have turned."

She tuts him away and rolls his eyes. "Anyway," she brings us back to our original conversation. "Tonight has been amazing. Congratulations, both of you."

Everett bows his head to her. "Thank you for keeping me sane when I thought I might never find her," he says before beaming at me. "It's been one hell of a year."

"You can say that again."

We talk between us for a few moments more, not until we're both pulled away into separate conversations. The first time we've been a part all night but that's what I will need to get used to with my Luna role.

As much as Everett brings me comfort, I have to learn to be independent without him.

That's what a strong Luna would do. I can admit that needing him at times is normal in any relationship, but being strong and brave enough to do things by yourself, even if they give you anxiety, is a step towards being a great leader.

If I want to bring up great people, I have to be a great role model. And I refuse to be anything less than amazing, not for the people who gave me a chance to live this life with the person that I love.

When I need a break from the ongoing chatter and the flow of drinks, I silently slip off towards the bathroom. I walk through the house and down to the furthest part, I need a moment to myself to regain my thoughts and take a breather, maybe press some cool water to my face despite the make-up Fran wanted to put on me earlier.

I shut the door behind me and walk to the sink, pressing my hands into the basin. My eyes roam over my face, my body, my hair. Everything is still intact and I have to admit, I can't remember the last time I looked this presentable–if at all.

My fingers run under the cool tap and I press the water dripping off my skin onto the edge of my jaw and down my neck. I close my eyes for a brief second and breathe in slowly, taking my time to calm down my breathing.

Nothing about tonight has made me anxious but I know I've got a full night of speaking to people, having fun, being with others who care about me. A moment away is completely normal to recharge my social batteries.

The bathroom door swings open and I turn my head in the direction, I didn't even bother to lock it because I knew I was far away enough from the room with the party.

When my eyes fall upon Everett as he lingers in the doorway, eyes travel down my attire. He's hungry–starving. I clench beneath my dress, my heart pounding in my chest at the sight of him.

"You scared me," I press a hand to my sternum as he begins to approach the sink.

Everett's eyes turn dark, so thick with lust and desire that I have to suck in a loud breath. "Sorry, angel." His voice is deep and gravelly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"D-Did you follow me?" I ask as he steps behind me, glancing back at us in the reflection.

He nods and swipes my hair onto my back with one delicate motion, dipping his head to run his lips down the curve of my neck. "Yeah," he replies gruffly. "I did."

My eyes flutter shut as he peppers kisses down my flaming hot skin. "Why?"

"Because," he licks my mark and I exhale a quiet moan. "I've been thinking about you every second since you walked in that room, wearing this goddamn dress. It's about to send me fucking wild, Reign. I can't bear another second without touching you."

"Ev," I whimper as he dips his hand down my bare leg, hoisting it up against the basin.

He pulls up my dress and grazes his fingers across my soaked slit, he hisses. "Fuck," he growls. "You're not wearing any underwear?"

"They didn't go with the dress," I say breathlessly.

I arch into his chest, head falling onto his neck as he rolls a finger down my slit. Teasing me, pressing into me but not giving me what I want. "You're naughty," he grumbles. "But so fucking wet."

"Everett," I beg.

"What?"

"Touch me."

"I am touching you, angel."

I whimper in his hold. "More." I beg.

My wolf cries and pleads inside me, desperate for his large fingers to bury themselves deep inside me. Or better, his cock. Bending me over the sink and pounding me until I barely recognise myself in the reflection.

Everett chuckles darkly in my ear and I almost release a scream of desperation. "Do you know how beautiful you look in this dress?" He breathes along my skin. "And how fucking sexy you look in those heels?"

I quiver. Quiver.

"I know you're trying to kill me," he nips my mark again and I know my wetness begins to drip down the insides of my thighs.

"Please," I beg again. "Please."

Everett hums before running his fingers through my wet folds and pushing one deep inside me. I gasp at the connection, almost crying out as it enters me. Deep. So fucking deep. Then he slips in another finger, beginning to pump me until I'm a moaning mess, clinging to his body.

"Mmmm," he hums with satisfaction. "You feel so good, angel."

"Fuck me," I murmur pathetically. "Please."

I don't even recognise the words falling from my lips as my desire overwrites me.

Everett's fingers are still inside me, filling me up. He doesn't remove them, he doesn't move his grip from my body either. "You want me to fuck you?"

I nod as he grabs onto my hip, forcing me into the counter. "Yes. Please."

"With a party full of people outside?"

"Badly." I want to scream but I pant instead, attempting to move back onto his fingers to receive the tiniest wave of pleasure.

He chuckles again and removes his fingers torturously. "Who are you and what have you done with my innocent mate?"

"She's long gone," I whimper as he takes a fist full of my hair and pushes me down, bending me over and exposing my ass to the air. "She lost herself to you ages ago."

Everett's hand lands on my ass with a loud smack, sending pleasure and pain echoing through my veins. I exhale a grunt and he grips my hair tighter. "That's right," he mumbles. I hear him begin to undo his trousers behind me, my eyes peeking up to look at him in the large mirror. "You're mine and everyone is going to know it. Everyone is going to know that you're a little whore who loves to wear her mates cum."

I open my mouth to speak but before I can say anything, Everett pushes his large cock deep inside me until I scream out. He leans forward and clamps a hand over my mouth, silencing my moans.

My eyes find his in the mirror, pinning my head down with one hand and the other moving to pin my knee high on the counter. I close my lids for a brief second but he tugs on my hair as he begins to pound me, opening my eyes again finding him in the reflection.

"Eyes on me, Reign." He growls deeply, thrusting in and out until the slaps echo across the room. "Eyes on me."

I focus on him, taking slow and steady breaths as he rails into me. My mouth parts and I want to scream but I know better, everyone and anyone could hear. We're all in the same house after all.

Everett grunts from behind me, his blue eyes warping into a midnight black. He can't take his eyes off me, digging his fingers into my flesh as he pounds me with his thick cock. His balls begin to slap against my clit and then I release a low moan.

"F-Fuck," I grunt, legs beginning to shake.

I can barely keep myself up, standing on one foot with my tall stilettos. But Everett grips my body and keeps me stable, thrusting over and over. The sounds of our wetness clashing together, fucking me into the basin until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"That's it," he coos. "Take my cock like a good fucking girl."

My teeth clamp down onto my bottom lip, he releases my knee but I keep it on the sink. Then he dips his hands down between us and presses his two fingers to my throbbing clit, I groan at the connection. He takes his time, swirling them until I am shivering with pleasure.

So close. I'm about to explode and I won't be able to walk after this.

Not when everyone will know what we've done but a part of me becomes even more turned on at the idea. Everyone is going to know that he fucked me like a whore.

I open my eyes and glance at Everett in the mirror again, my stomach clenching as I get closer and closer. His fingers take my hair even tighter and I yelp out as he rubs his other hand around my clit, my walls clenching around his girthy member.

"Ev," I cry.

"You want to come, angel?"

"Please," I choke. "Yes. Please."

He dips his lips to my ear and smirks. "Then come for me. Right now. On my cock."

The pleasure around my core erupts into something that has my knees turning weak, my legs becoming numb and I have no idea who I am anymore. My orgasm crashes over me as I cry out his name, panting for a breath as it rockets through me.

Leaving nothing but a fire of lights and roaring desire as he continues to destroy me from behind.

He's close, grunting and becoming harsher with his thrusts. Unleashed.

When he's done he remains seated inside me, groaning in my ear from his decline of pleasure. We stay like this for a few moments, just a few. Listening as our breaths align together and we glance in the mirror, smiling at each other with pride and thrill.

Everett pulls his cock from me and I lean forward to grab some tissue. Before I can he grasps my hand and I look at him in the reflection, he shakes his head. Eyes still as dark as onyx.

"Don't," he orders and I crease my brows in his direction. His fingers fist my hair again and he tugs me backwards, a low gasp escapes my mouth. "I want my cum dripping from your pretty little cunt all night, sliding down those legs."

I chew on my lip, heart racing aggressively. "Ev–"

He pecks my mark, I close my eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whimper. "But everyone's going to know. They'll smell our scents."

"Then they better get used to it," he nips at my neck and I suppress a moan. "Let's go, angel. We have a party to attend to."

I adjust my dress and take one look in the mirror. My hair is a mess but I quickly flatten it with my palm and smile at him in the reflection. I've never cared about how I look to others, I don't know why I have to start now. As long as I'm beautiful to Everett, that's all I care about.

You are beyond beautiful, angel. Words cannot even describe you.

My cheeks raise in a pink tint furiously, he washes his hands before sliding his fingers against mine and I suck in a breath. Ready to face the party again.

. . .

When we arrive back at the party I try to ignore the wetness between my thighs, it's now reached my knees and suddenly I'm feeling very dirty. But in a good way.

I pray that because there are hundreds of wolves here, it should mask our scents. No one has given us a funny look just yet–anyway.

Milo makes a beeline to us as we enter the party again, he looks like he's been trying to look for us all over. As soon as he approaches us his eyes widen and he turns from his brother to me and then back to his brother.

Those blue eyes narrow and he shakes his head in disgust. "You guys make me sick." He scrunches up his face and pulls back.

Everett waves him off. "It's our night," he shrugs. "And Reign looked too good to not do anything about it."

"And you couldn't wait until later? Actually no–" he shakes his head. "I don't want to hear any of this. Dirty dogs." Then he shudders.

I laugh quietly and turn to Everett, knowing that my face is the equivalent of a campfire

"Anyway," he clears his throat. "I was trying to find you guys all over because Nate said that he's coming and he should be here any second."

My eyes bulge open at his words. "Right now?"

Milo nods and sucks down a breath. "I'm fucking terrified."

"Don't be," Everett claps a hand on Milo's shoulder and he glances at it wearily. "We're all here, you're here as the Beta. It's going to be fine, he wouldn't come if he didn't want to."

He chews on his lips. "I guess you're right."

"Never wrong," Everett shrugs simply. I roll my eyes in his direction.

"Please stay with me." he turns to me desperately. "I don't know if I can do this alone."

I nod with a genuine smile. "Of course. It'll be nice to properly meet him. I don't even think we said hello before." I admit.

Milo grips onto his fingers in front of him, his anxiety bubbles but I press a hand to his forearm. He glances down at it and then flashes me a smile that doesn't meet his eyes, but at least he's trying. For Nate's sake as well.

Then as the doors to the hall open, Milo shoots his head in the direction. I can't see through the sea of people but it's obvious he's here because even Everett begins to straighten his spine, placing a hand on my lower back.

"He's here," Milo drops his tone.

"Then let's go say hi," I beckon my head towards the doors.

Milo turns to me, fear flashing in his eyes. "Okay."

We stay behind Milo as he walks towards his mate, weaving in and out of the party-goers. I can barely remember what Nate looks like but when my eyes settle on him, I remember that dark blonde hair and warm brown eyes.

Nate glances around, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the party.

"Nate," Milo calls out to him.

Their eyes snap to one another and for a moment it feels like no one else is in the room but them. I'm sure they both stop breathing and my heart begins to convulse at the sight, it will work out. I know it will. It has to.

"Hey," he swallows back an evident lump in his throat.

Milo's fingers itch to lean forward and hug him but he refrains and I realise how much it must hurt him. I think back to when Everett probably wanted to touch me but he waited until it was something I voluntarily wanted to do.

"H-How are you?" Milo asks.

Nate nods and glances around at the party, catching eyes with me and Everett. "Good." He clears his throat and steps closer to us. "Congratulations to the both of you. Thanks for inviting me."

"Of course," I beam at him. "You're practically family. It's nice to officially meet you."

Milo's eyes go wide beside him but truth be told, he is. Mates are family. End of.

Everett holds out his hand for Nate to shake. "Nice to see you again, Nate. Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, no thanks. I was just popping by." He nods at him, pulling back his hand.

Everett smiles. "I trust your journey here was pleasant."

Nate blinks once then twice. "It was okay, thanks. It's not as far as I remember it being."

I glance at Milo and widen my eyebrows, telling him to say something. To take Nate away so they can have some alone time. He just stares back at me dumbfounded.

"Well I hope you enjoy the celebrations," I offer him a smile and Milo relaxes beside him. We weren't going to eat him alive, not when we want things to go well between them. "We'll see you later?"

Everett nods and presses a hand to my back. "We'll see you guys."

Milo looks startled for a moment but he knows that he needs time with Nate alone, not between the four of us. And I don't trust Everett to say the right thing, not when he can see his brother struggling beside him.

"Should we come back in half an hour?" I mumble under my breath.

"Definitely."

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Author's Note

Everett and Reign getting down right dirty😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 mannnnnn, he is on a new level of 'you're going to wear my cum and I want everyone to know it'

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