Hesitantly, I pull out of her and help her to her feet. She dresses quickly and quietly, as do I. I pull her closer to me and place my lips on her forehead. She rests her head on my chest. She’s so tiny; she fits right into my arms. Taking a deep breath, I take in her new scent. The scent that is us combined. In my head, my wolf rumbles in contentment.
“What is that?” she whispers.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“That sound? It sounds like a truck stopping short,” she says, making me laugh.
“That’s my wolf you are hearing,” I say in my head.
“Am I hearing you in my head?” she asks, confused.
“Yes. It’s a major part of the bond we now share.”
“I didn’t know that was even possible,” she says.
“It’s a private matter between mates. We don’t advertise the advantages we have to non-shifters. When necessary, the whole pack can hear one another without sound. We can turn that on and off at will. However, our link can’t be severed for any reason other than death.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“As soon as you swear loyalty to the pack, you will hear others.”
“When do I do that?”
“Whenever you are ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
“Don’t you want to meet some people, feel them out?”
“No. It doesn’t matter. I have to be with you, and you have to be here. I am sure everyone will be lovely.”
“As the alpha’s mate, they better fucking be,” I say, chuckling.
“How does that work?”
“You are an extension of me. What I say goes, and in turn, whatever you say that doesn’t directly contradict anything I’ve said, they will obey.”
“Hmm, that sounds powerful,” she says, laughing.
“It is. Let’s go,” I say, taking her by the hand.
“Where are we going?”
“Upstairs. To my bed.”
“Oh, that sounds fun.”
“Oh, it will be, my love. It will be,” I promise her.
Once we are in my room, in my bed, we make love over and over. I have food brought in, and we talk, but it always turns into mating. All night and into the early hours of the next morning, I physically couldn’t keep my dick out of her. When she finally falls asleep, there is a loud pounding on the door. “Fuck,” I grumble as I get out of bed and pull my jeans on. Wrenching the door open, I find Carlos standing there, looking more pissed than I have ever seen.
“Mayor Floyd is here. He’s brought Ansel Graham home by his ear.”
“What did that little shit do now?” I demand, stepping out into the hallway, shutting the door behind me.
“Blew up the mayor’s mailbox and his daughter’s Kia Sorrento.”
“What?”
“Yeah. He just wanted to hit the mailbox, but it spread and got the car as well. Apparently, he thought she was in it and freaked out.”
“That little fucker. Where are they?” I growl.
“The entryway.”
I climb down the stairs and find them. Ansel’s face is red and covered in blood.
“How close were you to the blast?” I ask, reaching him. I can feel his pain, both emotional and physical.
“I was right next to it.”
“Get his mother and Doctor Sessions,” I tell Carlos. He leaves the room.
“I thought I killed her. I could have sworn I saw her in the driver’s seat a second too late.”
“How does he know my daughter?” Mayor Floyd asks.
“I met her earlier today for the first time and I thought I killed her. My head split open and all I felt was despair,” Ansel says, dropping to his knees in front of. “Why did I feel that way, Alpha?” he asks, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.
“She is my mate, Ansel. The Alpha Female. You felt despair because she is your alpha female as well. The bond is complete.”
“What is this horseshit?” Floyd asks or rather shouts. Fuck. I don’t want to deal with this shit right now, not while my mate is naked in my bed.
Four
Seneca
My eyes pop open, and I sit straight up. Looking down, I realize that I am naked, and my skin is covered in love bites. Unbidden, my fingers reach out and touch the bite mark on my pulse point. It’s raised but not raw feeling. When I touch it, I feel a pull in my pussy, and it makes me smile. My claiming spell should have a similar effect on him. The spell has been passed down in my family for generations, since way before we came to America.
I hate that I am in his bed, and he’s gone. I smile at how deliciously sore I am. Muscles, I didn’t even know I had hurt so good. I remember every single detail of our lovemaking, and it makes me wet all over again. I wasn’t sure what woke me up until I hear my father yelling. Crap!
I bolt out of bed and throw on the flannel shirt that’s hanging on the back of a wingback chair in the corner of the room. I have no idea where my clothes ended up, so this will have to do. It’s so big it might as well be a dress on me. I haphazardly button it up and rush down the stairs. Dane’s back is to me, and I can’t see past him. He’s huge all over, I think. I know my face is flushed now because all I can see is his cock. And all I can remember is the magical things it did to me. I move to stand next to my shirtless mate. Damn, I got lucky, I think to myself. Then and only then do I remember my thoughts aren’t my own anymore. Whoops. I’ll have to watch that. “It’s no use.” His voice is full of laughter as it fills my head.