inspection as he straightened his shirt and ran his hand through his hair.
He wouldn’t look at her again as he spoke.
“If Lee comes back in the next few minutes, would you hook him up outside for me?”
Chloe nodded before realizing he wouldn’t hear a nonverbal answer from her.
“Yes.” She nodded again, despite herself.
Luke nodded as well. And dipped his head a little. But she doubted it was for her benefit.
And left.
Chapter Four
Caine’s eyes jerked up from the computer screen and he tested the air around him by way of a deep breath. The smell was faint, but growing more acute by the second. His eyes moved to scan the yard right outside the house and his human ears perked to ready for a sound to help identify his surroundings.
Lee’s tail zipped through the very bottom of Caine’s line of sight. His own scent quickly greeting and bidding adieu to Caine’s olfactory gland.
That hadn’t been it.
He pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. The odor was invasive. Familiar, yet in a way that confused Caine’s comfort and recognition.
A pack member. His twin. Caine nodded absently when he detected Luke’s personal scent as part of the strange funk that was invading his territory.
Auditory sensation caught the sound of his brother’s jeep before Caine could see it coming down the two-mile drive to their den.
And the realization of the smell’s other creator came only shortly after that.
* * * * *
Lee’s long, black ears stood erect at the thump that vibrated a pushpin out of one corner of his Marilyn Manson poster. His black and white vision watched the screaming oddity curl partially downward upon himself just as another thump dislodged the right corner tack and sent the Mechanical Animal himself into a position most men would give up a testicle to physically be able to emulate.
Lee leaned over and lovingly licked his solitary nut.
“I can smell her on you!”
Lee’s first date for the prom was abandoned briefly at the sound of his alpha’s accusation in the next room. Still in a black and white world, Lee looked out the window and over the treetops. Toward her cabin.
So that’s what that smell was .
He had only made it a half mile or so through the woods between where he had spent the previous night and where his oldest brother was about to die via alpha wolf bite when he had come upon that smell and a most tantalizing little bitch from a neighboring pack.
He knew that Caine would lose his fucking mind if he smelled that little romp. But she’d allowed Lee to sniff her and he’d even risked a tasty lick when she hadn’t been looking and brotherly beatings had been remembered as much less painful with so much testosterone coursing through him. The bitch had flirted and played hard to get even with her delightfully primed rump in the air to tease him, but nothing in the area of starting his own pack had come of the event.
In fact, nothing and no one had come at all during the event.
Lee whined and continued with his own doggy style of self-love while he listened to his brothers fight in the next room.
“You said we were going to make sure this time…”
“I said I was going to make sure this time!”
“She’s not ovulating yet!”
“It wasn’t your place to determine that!”
“Caine, if the pack waits on you to determine the fecundity of this bitch…”
Fecundity?
Lee glanced over to the dictionary his father had given him the previous Christmas. It had made a hell of a doorstop.
“…we’re looking at extinction of a species with our generation.”
Not ready to be knocked up yet.
Lee nodded and smiled at his own brand of intelligence and then jerked to bite at something he didn’t feel and couldn’t even see crawling through his fur. Don’t ask. He’d never understood the urge to do that, either.
The thump that rattled the remaining two tacks from Mr. Manson jarred Lee’s attention away from his imaginary creepy crawlers. But the tone of
He wouldn’t look at her again as he spoke.
“If Lee comes back in the next few minutes, would you hook him up outside for me?”
Chloe nodded before realizing he wouldn’t hear a nonverbal answer from her.
“Yes.” She nodded again, despite herself.
Luke nodded as well. And dipped his head a little. But she doubted it was for her benefit.
And left.
Chapter Four
Caine’s eyes jerked up from the computer screen and he tested the air around him by way of a deep breath. The smell was faint, but growing more acute by the second. His eyes moved to scan the yard right outside the house and his human ears perked to ready for a sound to help identify his surroundings.
Lee’s tail zipped through the very bottom of Caine’s line of sight. His own scent quickly greeting and bidding adieu to Caine’s olfactory gland.
That hadn’t been it.
He pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. The odor was invasive. Familiar, yet in a way that confused Caine’s comfort and recognition.
A pack member. His twin. Caine nodded absently when he detected Luke’s personal scent as part of the strange funk that was invading his territory.
Auditory sensation caught the sound of his brother’s jeep before Caine could see it coming down the two-mile drive to their den.
And the realization of the smell’s other creator came only shortly after that.
* * * * *
Lee’s long, black ears stood erect at the thump that vibrated a pushpin out of one corner of his Marilyn Manson poster. His black and white vision watched the screaming oddity curl partially downward upon himself just as another thump dislodged the right corner tack and sent the Mechanical Animal himself into a position most men would give up a testicle to physically be able to emulate.
Lee leaned over and lovingly licked his solitary nut.
“I can smell her on you!”
Lee’s first date for the prom was abandoned briefly at the sound of his alpha’s accusation in the next room. Still in a black and white world, Lee looked out the window and over the treetops. Toward her cabin.
So that’s what that smell was .
He had only made it a half mile or so through the woods between where he had spent the previous night and where his oldest brother was about to die via alpha wolf bite when he had come upon that smell and a most tantalizing little bitch from a neighboring pack.
He knew that Caine would lose his fucking mind if he smelled that little romp. But she’d allowed Lee to sniff her and he’d even risked a tasty lick when she hadn’t been looking and brotherly beatings had been remembered as much less painful with so much testosterone coursing through him. The bitch had flirted and played hard to get even with her delightfully primed rump in the air to tease him, but nothing in the area of starting his own pack had come of the event.
In fact, nothing and no one had come at all during the event.
Lee whined and continued with his own doggy style of self-love while he listened to his brothers fight in the next room.
“You said we were going to make sure this time…”
“I said I was going to make sure this time!”
“She’s not ovulating yet!”
“It wasn’t your place to determine that!”
“Caine, if the pack waits on you to determine the fecundity of this bitch…”
Fecundity?
Lee glanced over to the dictionary his father had given him the previous Christmas. It had made a hell of a doorstop.
“…we’re looking at extinction of a species with our generation.”
Not ready to be knocked up yet.
Lee nodded and smiled at his own brand of intelligence and then jerked to bite at something he didn’t feel and couldn’t even see crawling through his fur. Don’t ask. He’d never understood the urge to do that, either.
The thump that rattled the remaining two tacks from Mr. Manson jarred Lee’s attention away from his imaginary creepy crawlers. But the tone of
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