“Son, I’m getting the sense that something isn’t right.”
He ran fingers through his hair as he glanced through the window to see his woman on the phone as well. She spotted him and gave him a small wave. He lifted his fingers up as well.
“You know the full moon is tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Is it possible to be in the power of the full moon but also to keep control of yourself from biting your mate during it?”
“Lucas, please do not worry.”
“I promised her, Dad. I promised her I wouldn’t bite her until she was ready for it.”
His father sighed over the line, which instantly sent his gut twisting. “You’ll bite her when you know she’s ready.”
He breathed a sigh of relief.
“However, it has also been known to mistake her wolf’s willingness for being ready.”
“You’re shitting me.” This wasn’t good. “Are you telling me I’ve got to come up with some excuse not to run with her?”
They’d agreed, and it may sound childish, but he’d been looking forward to taking a run with her for so long.
“There is no magic cure. This is not an illness, Lucas. Finding your mate is a gift.”
Right now, it felt more like a curse.
He watched Mabel hang up the phone. “I’ve got to go.”
“Do you want me to make the journey and keep you both in check?”
“No, it’s fine. We can handle this. I’m going to go. Bye.”
His father said his goodbyes and hung up.
Mabel had been opening up to him. She was still a little reserved, but the more time she spent in his company, the more he felt with her.
She came toward him in the garden. The storm had long since passed, and they were back to glorious sunshine again.
“Hey,” she said.
“Was it a good call with your parents?”
“Yep, everything is normal back home. Everyone is doing well. How about you?”
“The same old, same old.”
He sat down on a reclining chair and stared out at the pool.
“My dad told me that when we change, we only have a minimal amount of control,” she said.
“That’s what I found out.”
“He said that … there’s no guarantee that our wolves won’t take over and … you know.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Do you not want to run with me?”
She nibbled on her lip. “I do.”
This surprised him. “Really?”
“It’s a run, Lucas. We were together the last time.” She sat down on the edge of the chair with him. “I don’t see a reason this one will be different.” She put her hand on his arm. “I can touch you and there’s nothing wrong, is there?”
He felt like he was on fire. The need to sink his fingers into her hair and pull her close, to ravish her mouth, and then to fuck her virgin pussy. In the mornings, he always displayed how normal he was, not mentioning the erotic dreams he had on a regular basis. They consumed his every waking thought, but he never showed what he was thinking about.
In his dreams, Mabel was always so receptive to him. She’d spread her legs the moment she looked at him.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I hope we both know what we’re doing.”
“We do.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I look forward to running with you. I better go and make dinner.”
He watched her leave, the sway of her hips capturing her attention. His cock hardened and without thinking, he stood and dived right into the pool. Moving down, he touched the bottom before breaking the surface and lapping the pool.
This wouldn’t be a problem.
Even as he continued to do laps, his body was on high alert. Time must have passed because Mabel came out, declaring the food was done.
Soaking wet, he climbed out of the pool. He smiled as she held a bundle of clothes. “I’ll be in the dining room waiting.”
He took the offered clothes and again, he got to watch her ass. The dress she wore seemed to ride up higher than he remembered. He changed quickly, ignoring his hard-as-rock cock as he let the large shirt fall past his obvious arousal.
The moon was getting closer. His body was starting to get on high alert.
Entering the house, he found Mabel sitting at the table. The shawl she’d been wearing to cover her arms was gone.
The thin straps of her gown moved into a bodice that dipped so enticingly at the front. The curves of her generous tits were on display. He sat down with a wince, his cock making it a little impossible for him to do so.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I swam too long.”
“Oh.” She’d pinned some of her hair up, and ringlets fell around her, which only showcased her neck, and more specifically, her pulse. The way she held herself. It was pure … class.
He wanted to lick her neck, to run that strap down her body, and to expose those mounds so he could suck on each of her nipples.