Chapter Twenty-Four
Pierce ducked as his mother aimed her spit-wet thumb at his eyebrow.
“You want to look your best for your mating ceremony,” said Karyn Alcede.
It had been two weeks since he'd seen his parents. He had two weeks’ worth of growth on his face which he hadn't bothered to shave or trim. Viviane liked the way his unruly bristles felt against her inner thighs. She also loved grabbing handfuls of his thick hair and getting her fingers tangled as she pressed him deeper into her core. But Pierce wasn't about to explain any of that to his mother.
His family had hopped on the next train to Sonora when they learned he was mating. His sister, Kayla, was over at the pens cooing at the sheep. His brother, Jackson, kept his hands wrapped around his new wife's middle. Pierce wondered
