We hadn’t found any more wolves, but I hadn’t minded.
As I drove down the bumpy road back to Granger, all I could think about was how I craved two men, loved a plug in my ass and came hard because of it.
After spending the night with Landry and Wade, I didn’t recognize myself any longer.
11
WADE
“The Biology building is this way.” I led Landry across the grass at Granger State, toward the sprawling grey sciences building. He’d taken time away from the distillery—time he couldn’t afford, especially with Gib gone—because the two of us couldn't stand to be away from our mate. Our wolves had made us agitated and fucking miserable since we watched her taillights disappear on Sunday.
I’d cyber-stalked her enough to know that she taught an undergrad biology course this afternoon, and we’d decided to drive down and watch her work.
That was our excuse to see her again.
“What was it like, living with all these humans when you went here?” Wade asked, looking around. “Was it hard to be away from the pack?”
I’d spent four years in Granger and I’d enjoyed it, but my wolf always pulled me back to the mountains above West Springs whenever it could.
“I felt like a fish out of water, for sure. I was always worried about hiding what I was—your dad put a heavy dose of alpha fear into me over fucking that up.” I chuckled, shooting a glance at Landry to make sure it landed right.
He’d lost his father, our pack alpha, five years ago in a tragic accident. A strong storm had kicked up during a full moon run and a tree had fallen, crushing him. Losing an alpha was devastating to not only the family, but the entire pack. Gib had taken over immediately, but the transition of trust took some time. Now, with Gib still in Montana, Landry could see how being a new alpha was not only difficult, but came with a burden of trust and commitment to so many. He was being torn between protecting those he temporarily led, but also me and Caitlyn. The man and his wolf.
“I liked being down here,” I continued. “My parents were so proud that I was getting an education to help the pack. That made it all worth it.”
“Were you, like, big man on campus?” he asked with a sly grin. The campus was busy with summer students, those walking to class or lounging on the grass, or even playing frisbee.
I snorted. “Nope. I’m not you. I kept to myself, mostly. Like I said, your dad scared the shit out of me about making sure I never revealed what I am.”
I was four years younger than Landry, so while we knew we were scent-matches, we hadn’t hung out together much before I left for college. It wasn’t until a full moon run during my junior year that we pleasured a female wolf together afterwards, and formed a bond.
I pulled open the door to the building and lifted my chin toward the stairs. “Lecture Hall 305. Third floor.”
Landry lifted his nose, inconspicuously taking in the scents. His gaze slid to mine as we both caught the faint aroma of our female. Even in a space that was as well used as this one, we could pick up our mate’s scent and track her.
My wolf started quivering in anticipation. Fates, the last two days had been a goddamn trial. When a wolf met his mate—or, in our sub-species’ case, their mate—the need to claim her with his mark was instantaneous and compelling as hell. If the female was a wolf, she’d understand. She’d want it as badly as we did. And right away.
Our sexy scientist wasn’t a wolf though. She was human, so we had to operate within the confines of human behavior. Court her. Win her over. Prove our love—not that love was a concept wolves usually used. Quickly.
It was a balancing act between putting our mate at ease, and keeping our wolves happy.
Now that I’d met Caitlyn, I could believe in love. If it was the innate sense of well-being when I was near her, when I was providing for, pleasing and protecting her, then I totally got it.
Yeah, I was madly in love.
And slowly going insane with the need for her.
We found the lecture hall, and slipped in with the other students entering. The moment I was inside, my wolf calmed a bit. Circled and preened.
There she was.
Our mate.
She was looking hotter than hell in a pair of jeans and a wide-necked blouse. Was it crazy that the sight of her exposed collarbone drove me mad?
We took seats in the back row, not wanting to disturb Caitlyn. We also removed our cowboy hats, and sank down in our seats so we wouldn’t draw attention. Being in Wyoming, many of the students probably had Stetsons of their own, but none were wearing them now.