to his mate he smirked at Mac. “You ever going to claim Britney?”
“Hell no. My
brother would kill me. He said watch, not tou —”
“What the fuck?”
Mac stopped as he realized what he’d said.
Brandon glared at Mac, and he wanted to know which
brother. He had two older brother and two little sisters. Owen was five years
older than Mac. He was a nice guy, and he seemed to be the go-between with Mac
and the oldest brother, Carter, who was almost ten years older than Mac’s eighteen.
Carter was brutal. He was next in line to lead the wolf pack, and he was
lethal. Where no one crossed the Prides because of their power, money, and
influence no one crossed the Fierces because of their
strength and determination. The Fierces ’ section bordered
theirs. They were good at keeping the bad creatures under control. “Whose mate
is she?”
“Whose would you like me to say?”
Brandon didn’t like the game Mac was playing. “You
know as well as I do she will not accept Carter. Britney is too independent.
She doesn’t want to be a leader’s mate. Carter is too old for her anyway.”
Mac didn’t say anything but raised his eyebrow.
“What? There aren’t ten years between Jezebel and me.
There are only eight.”
“There are ten between Sasha and Savron, and I know
in late January you turn twenty-seven. Look, we don’t have time to discuss this
now. The girls have ordered food, and it looks like Britney ordered for us. All
you need to know is that Britney doesn’t know. He’s not going to see her again
until she’s eighteen. He promised me he would woo her and restrain his wolf.”
Brandon sighed because he knew Mac was right. Right
now wasn’t the time to talk about it, and he couldn’t really say much with how
he was acting with his own mate. “Let’s go to the girls. I’ll talk about this
later.”
They walked to the girls in silence. Brandon knew he
would be talking to his dad and brothers tonight.
****
Britney could shop. Jess didn’t think her feet had
ever hurt more than they did now. And if she didn’t try on another item of
clothing for the rest of her life Jess would be happy.
She moaned as Brandon parked the car in the garage
of his house. He opened his side and got out. Jess didn’t want to move. She
couldn’t stand on her feet. Damned late night trading hours, thanks to Christmas. They
had stayed until the mall closed. Jess was surprised that neither Brandon nor
Mac complained. They followed them around happily.
They did become odd as they left. Britney did, too.
She became alert, and as they walked to Brandon’s car they kept looking around
them. Britney’s eyes turned golden, and Mac’s turned an amazing bright blue.
Once she was in the car they talked on their mobiles,
and Brandon seemed to stall for as long as he could before he got in the car
and very slowly drove away.
Her car door opened, and Brandon undid her seat belt
and picked her up and carried her through the open door and shut it with his
foot.
“Thanks. My feet are so sore. Your sister sure can
shop. She is just full of energy.”
“ Mmm .” He
walked her straight to his bedroom and gently placed her before the bed where
he proceeded to undo her uniform. “I have been waiting hours to do this to you.
You don’t know how many times I almost took you in a changing room.”
Jess blushed, because she knew he’d come in to her a
couple of times, and every other time she’d fantasized about him doing it.
She’d messaged her parents about a half an hour ago and told them she would be
home late.
Her jacket and shirt fell to the ground along with
her skirt. He yanked her stockings off, and she moaned as she heard the tear.
“Mine. My mate.” Brandon
flung his own clothes off until they both stood naked before each other. He
gathered her to him, and his mouth took hers devouring her.
She went willingly, eager for what she knew Brandon
could give her. Jess ran her hands up and down his muscular chest,
“Hell no. My
brother would kill me. He said watch, not tou —”
“What the fuck?”
Mac stopped as he realized what he’d said.
Brandon glared at Mac, and he wanted to know which
brother. He had two older brother and two little sisters. Owen was five years
older than Mac. He was a nice guy, and he seemed to be the go-between with Mac
and the oldest brother, Carter, who was almost ten years older than Mac’s eighteen.
Carter was brutal. He was next in line to lead the wolf pack, and he was
lethal. Where no one crossed the Prides because of their power, money, and
influence no one crossed the Fierces because of their
strength and determination. The Fierces ’ section bordered
theirs. They were good at keeping the bad creatures under control. “Whose mate
is she?”
“Whose would you like me to say?”
Brandon didn’t like the game Mac was playing. “You
know as well as I do she will not accept Carter. Britney is too independent.
She doesn’t want to be a leader’s mate. Carter is too old for her anyway.”
Mac didn’t say anything but raised his eyebrow.
“What? There aren’t ten years between Jezebel and me.
There are only eight.”
“There are ten between Sasha and Savron, and I know
in late January you turn twenty-seven. Look, we don’t have time to discuss this
now. The girls have ordered food, and it looks like Britney ordered for us. All
you need to know is that Britney doesn’t know. He’s not going to see her again
until she’s eighteen. He promised me he would woo her and restrain his wolf.”
Brandon sighed because he knew Mac was right. Right
now wasn’t the time to talk about it, and he couldn’t really say much with how
he was acting with his own mate. “Let’s go to the girls. I’ll talk about this
later.”
They walked to the girls in silence. Brandon knew he
would be talking to his dad and brothers tonight.
****
Britney could shop. Jess didn’t think her feet had
ever hurt more than they did now. And if she didn’t try on another item of
clothing for the rest of her life Jess would be happy.
She moaned as Brandon parked the car in the garage
of his house. He opened his side and got out. Jess didn’t want to move. She
couldn’t stand on her feet. Damned late night trading hours, thanks to Christmas. They
had stayed until the mall closed. Jess was surprised that neither Brandon nor
Mac complained. They followed them around happily.
They did become odd as they left. Britney did, too.
She became alert, and as they walked to Brandon’s car they kept looking around
them. Britney’s eyes turned golden, and Mac’s turned an amazing bright blue.
Once she was in the car they talked on their mobiles,
and Brandon seemed to stall for as long as he could before he got in the car
and very slowly drove away.
Her car door opened, and Brandon undid her seat belt
and picked her up and carried her through the open door and shut it with his
foot.
“Thanks. My feet are so sore. Your sister sure can
shop. She is just full of energy.”
“ Mmm .” He
walked her straight to his bedroom and gently placed her before the bed where
he proceeded to undo her uniform. “I have been waiting hours to do this to you.
You don’t know how many times I almost took you in a changing room.”
Jess blushed, because she knew he’d come in to her a
couple of times, and every other time she’d fantasized about him doing it.
She’d messaged her parents about a half an hour ago and told them she would be
home late.
Her jacket and shirt fell to the ground along with
her skirt. He yanked her stockings off, and she moaned as she heard the tear.
“Mine. My mate.” Brandon
flung his own clothes off until they both stood naked before each other. He
gathered her to him, and his mouth took hers devouring her.
She went willingly, eager for what she knew Brandon
could give her. Jess ran her hands up and down his muscular chest,
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