So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller Page B

obnoxious fur lining her collar.
    But obnoxious had suddenly morphed into…adorable.
    He bit back a laugh as the minister droned on about what marriage means and how to keep love alive. At the mention of the L-word, his hands got clammy. He swiped them on his pants and focused on Faith. On her chestnut hair swirling around her face. On her button nose and heart-shaped lips.
    She was giving all of this up for him, he realized, as the minister babbled on. She’d wanted a real marriage filled with love and laughter. She’d wanted a forever bond.
    Guilt nailed him in the gut.
    He’d already found his mate. He couldn’t give that to her.
    “Do you, Carter Grif Griffin,” the minister went on, “take Faith Alroy Hamilton to be your wife?”
    “Alroy?” Carter whispered, suppressing a laugh.
    “Grif Griffin?” she fired back, voice low.
    “Touché.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth and that beaming smile. “And I do.”
    The minister turned to Faith. “Do you, Faith Alroy Hamilton, take Carter Grif Griffin to be your husband?”
    His breath caught as doubt filled the space in his chest.
    She cocked a brow. “I do.”
    “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Let no man separate what God has brought together.” The minister spread his arms between them as the captain and officials clapped wildly behind them. “You may now kiss your bride.”
    Carter’s stomach dropped to his knees. He’d completely forgotten about the kiss. This was not going to go well. Sure, Faith’s lips looked soft and plush, but there’d be nothing behind it. Nothing to make his cock rock-a-doodle-doo. Would the council be able to tell that there was no spark? Would they see through this?
    Faith took a step closer, eliminating the space between them. Her body radiated warmth, even through the ginormous layers of down.
    Snaking an arm around her waist, Carter slowly drew her against him. He caught her gaze and held it as he lowered his mouth over hers. She sucked in a sharp breath of air. He caught her mouth as her lips parted.
    Fireworks.
    Her mouth was supple and yielding. Luxuriously sweet. She moved against him as if she’d kissed him a thousand times before and knew exactly what he liked. He should’ve pulled back, but against his better judgment, his hold tightened.
    As he squeezed the arm behind her back and bent her into him, she gave a little whimper from the back of her throat that made his stomach wrench. He nearly growled as he stamped another, hotter, kiss on her lips. He nudged her lips apart—
    The world crashed down around him.
    With the force of a gust of wind, Carter remembered where he was, who was watching, what had just happened. And whom he was kissing.
    He pulled back so quickly his knees nearly buckled. Faith looked shocked. Scared and pale, her lips a kiss-smudged shade of pink. He touched two fingers to his lips. They were still buzzing, burning from the memory of her mouth.
    That kiss…it changed everything .
    He’d liked it.
    Really fucking liked it.
    So much so that if there weren’t multiple sets of eyes trained on them, he just might’ve slammed sweet Faith Hamilton against the wall and kissed her until he blew her snow boots off.

Chapter Thirteen
    They’d kissed.
    More than that…they’d kissed as husband and wife.
    And it was better than Faith could’ve imagined. She could still taste Carter. His mouth had been warm and gentle as his lips brushed hers. But the kiss burned deep, tingling her legs with white-hot currents of electricity.
    Had he felt it, too?
    All the way to their room, Faith had wondered what the Elopement Package Honeymoon Suite would look like. Turned out they got a bed fit for a mammoth, a Jacuzzi bathtub, a bottle of British Columbia bubbly, and views of Victoria and Inner Harbor that stole Faith’s breath away.
    It’d be awfully romantic if she and Carter were a couple who were actually in love.
    When this was over, she could find the love