He snorted and faced forward again, resisting the urge to nibble on her bottom lip. And the urge to kiss her. And the urge to lick over his mark. His wolf, on the other hand, liked all three of those ideas and was growling his encouragement at Dante. His wolf had...missed her. He brooded and fretted when he wasn't around her, pushing Dante to go hunt her down. Whenever he was around her, his wolf wanted to lick every inch of her and roll around in her scent. It was dumb, and it was pathetic, and it made Dante want to kick his wolf's ass if only he could.Eventually, they arrived at a restaurant in the next territory that Freya knew belonged to the wolf pack that the only hope of securing information about what was ongoing in his pack was part of. She also knew they wouldn't be having the meeting inside the restaurant, but within the wooded area behind it – a place where many shifters had come to fight in the past when meetings like this hadn't gone so well. Hopefully, this wouldn't be
Freya couldn't stop the snort from popping out. "And who in this universe told you that would ever happen? Probably the same person who told you that you're a good liar."He sputtered. "Excuse me?""Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.""I take it this means no agreement can be reached," said Valley quickly, obviously wanting to stop the conversation from becoming any more argumentative than it already was. "Bryant, do you wish to pursue this further or are you willing to allow Alpha Dante to do what he wants to do?""I'm not backing down."Dante leaned forward in his seat. "Then I accept your challenge."Valley sighed. "You know the drill. Allow the rest of the pack to decide on what will happen. None of you would get involved with your ulterior motive until the whole pack gets into an agreement. Then you can act on that challenge. Hopefully, you can both come to an amicable agreement within that time. From the humans we've already been through a lot, there
Ayala, her face purple, slapped her hand down hard on the table. "That's it. Out. I want you out. Now." When Freya just stared at her, Ayala growled out, "I. Want. You. Out."Freya held up her index finger. "Just give me a second. Attempting to give a fuck...Attempting harder to give a fuck...Sorry, there was an error. Fuck not given."Both women looked up as Dante and Theo walked in and skidded to a halt.Freya found her mouth curving at their nervous looks. Obviously, they had guessed Ayala would be like this. Freya's wolf settled a little as she picked up her mate's scent. "Aww, Dante, you didn't tell me your grandmother was such a kind, delightful soul. Just like the great of your pack."Dante was surprised by Freya's smile. Clearly, she was holding up just fine against Ayala."You really want this harlot as a mate?""Watch it, Ayala," Dante cautioned in a low voice."I don't have to be polite to her. She's nothing but a whore!""You sure like to repeat yourself, don't you, woman,
Dreams didn't get much better than this. On one level, Freya couldn't help finding it a little depressing that her best sexual encounters tended to happen during her sleep, but the pleasure spiking through her body left no room for such thoughts. If she was going to admit the truth, Freya would say that she was glad that she waited. One ounce of regret could not be found in her actions.A thick, talented finger was stroking in and out of her while sharp teeth nibbled on the back of her shoulder. The thrusts were shallow, leisurely, and teasing. She squirmed and tried impaling herself further, but the finger withdrew – a warning. She moaned her frustration. A low, wicked chuckle was her response and then two fingers plunged inside her and her next moan was of sheer bliss.Ordinarily, Freya hadn't experienced much finger-fucking, but these fingers were extremely clever, hitting all the right nerves with unerring accuracy as if they knew just how to play her body. If they would only pick
Despite everything that was going on right now, he actually wanted to smile at her impishness. The other males were ducking their heads to hide theirs."Fine, we present a united front, but only because the mating wouldn't look real if we didn't." He thought that was a pretty good way to save face, but one or two of the males snorted. "Now, let's go."As one – with Dante and Freya side by side – they all made their way out of the caves and headed toward the gate.Freya marvelled at how all the males could walk at such a leisurely pace yet look extremely menacing at the same time. Each of them suddenly seemed two inches taller than they truly were and had the most sinister look. Even Theo's usual grin had been replaced by a hostile scowl. Dante...well, that was another matter altogether. Scrap hostile and sinister, the guy looked like he needed to get laid. He was a walking promise of death. And her wolf totally approved – yet another indication that she was dumb.Nearing the gate, the
"Hey big boy," she called in a soothing voice. His head whipped around to face her, and he snarled while at the same time standing over the carcass and flattening his ears outwardly, warning her away from his prize. There was no logic or rationality in those eyes."Now, that's not very rude of you," she said in the same gentling tone. She knew he wouldn't understand her, that the words would be indistinguishable, but she hoped that he might recognize her voice and find it calming, then relax with her scent.His head extended toward her and his nostrils flared, scenting the air. He let loose a low whine, and she had the feeling that he acknowledged who she was but wasn't sure how to calm himself.Feeling reassured by his recognizing her, she moved another step toward him, but then halted; she wanted him to come to her so that he was away from the dead wolf. Looks very easy, but he wouldn't even listen to her. "Come on, spoiled boy, you don't want to play that dirty game. You already wo
Turning to see that Cameron was the one standing closest to the window, she asked, "Cam, would you open that for me?""Why?""So I can gaze lovingly at the sun. Will you just open it?"Grunting, he did as she asked, while Dante finally drank down some water and wiped his face."Jodie, where is the first aid box?"As Jodie placed it beside Freya, she gave her a thorough look. "Are you sure you can do this?""I don't think so," she said to Jodie before turning to Dante. "Now be still." She was pretty sure he only did it out of curiosity. Freya got out things to sterilize the wounds and then proceeded to neatly stitch his injured body. She knew that doing this would help him heal rapidly because stitching triggers the healing process. She heard a few gasps, a 'Whoa' and a 'Holy shit' coming from behind her, but ignored them.Leaning down, she placed her mouth close to Dante's ears and deeply whispered, "this was what I had to learn due to being an outcast." Packing up the first aid box,
He had always prided himself on not having that weakness of needing anyone or anything. Having a mate, having a connection that came with mating, was fucking with that. Not that he believed for even one minute that the mating connection could override the way he functioned and had always functioned, but he didn't have any interest in encouraging the cravings for dependency. Maybe if he distanced himself from her, spent little time with her, and didn't touch her, it would ease the matter and ease his wolf's attachment to her. He needed to ignore these urges he had to be with her, to touch her, to mark her entire body, to ensure his scent was all over her. Those urges had nothing to do with Freya as a person and everything to do with the fact that she was who he had mated. If she had been someone else, things would still have been the same. Would they really, though? a voice in his head questioned, a part of him who thought he was talking out of his ass. Of course, it would. That wasn