Sam, Robert, Tyler and Katrina.”
“They’re werewolves too?” She sat up straighter in his lap and knocked his chin on her head.
He laughed while he rubbed it. “Yes.”
“Sugar’s the only human?”
“And you.” His grin was infectious. “But you need to let me finish.”
She listened as he told her how Daedalus came into their lives and the Omegas absorbed the larger pack of Ayumus.
“An alpha of a pack.”
“Trying to be. I don’t think I’m doing a very good job. They insist I need a mate. The old alpha, Michael, never took one, and they blame that for making them such a male dominant pack with little morals. The male alpha is the soul of the pack, but the female is the heart.”
“Mate? As in they want you to fuck someone else besides me?” She crossed her arms. “I’m not into sharing.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to. That’s what caused the fight tonight. Some of the females were conducting challenges for dominance at an abandoned warehouse we keep for such things. I stopped them. Then I announced I wanted courting rights since I found a potential mate. Three of them turned on me. I had to put them in their place, otherwise the males would view me as weak and start challenging me as well.”
“You want me as a mate? To become a werewolf?”
“No, no. I’d never ask anyone to do that. I’m still not sure what to do now, but this will give me some time to think and plan. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.” He ran his thumb along her cheek and heat flooded her body. “I just want us to be together.”
“You fought werewolves to be with me.” She grinned at him and winked. “I think I’m a little turned on.”
With a display of speed she’d never witnessed from him, he dumped her on the floor and crawled on top. His eyes faded to the golden amber she’d glimpsed before, but this time he didn’t try to hide it. “Then you don’t hate me?”
“I meant what I said last night. I’m here for keeps, babe.” She ran her fingers into his thick mane. “It’s nice to know you’re not perfect. Everyone should have a flaw.”
He laughed. “I’m far from perfect.”
“I don’t know. From here you’re looking pretty damn fine.” She pulled him down to her lips and slid her hands around to his back.
He flinched.
“Shit.”
“I’m okay, really.”
She laughed. “Go to bed. I’m going to make some breakfast. After I take a plate to Sugar, I’ll bring you one.”
“Naked. Serve it to me naked.”
She laughed. “Definitely not perfect.”
Chapter 8
Daedalus strolled into the living room, the tip of his right ear a little less pointy since his head caught on fire two days ago. Eric tried to hide his amusement behind Spice’s wild, short curls. The vampire turned out to be sensitive about the small loss.
The memories of their crazy car ride home were still vivid. When Clair and her cronies jumped him in the warehouse, he freed his beast and kicked their mangy asses. The fact they thought he could be taken down so easily ate at him. He still needed to prove himself to his pack.
Behavior like Clair’s needed to be stomped out of the pack. Dishonorable, untrustworthy, and disgraceful could be used to describe many of them, but over the last year he’d chased away the worst and nurtured the best. Now he needed to figure out how to unite the old pack with the new.
His first step sat in his arms. Beautiful lush curves pressed to his body. Spice may not be wolf and could never be the pack’s heart but she owned his, and with her support he could accomplish anything.
Spice, forever her little sister’s champion, came to her rescue when she heard the screams only to find they’d been keeping secrets from her.
Forced to reveal the truth, he couldn’t believe his luck when she accepted everything without much question. Unlike her twin, who had run, needing time to come to terms with the paranormal, Spice knew what she wanted. Him.
He kissed the back of her neck
“They’re werewolves too?” She sat up straighter in his lap and knocked his chin on her head.
He laughed while he rubbed it. “Yes.”
“Sugar’s the only human?”
“And you.” His grin was infectious. “But you need to let me finish.”
She listened as he told her how Daedalus came into their lives and the Omegas absorbed the larger pack of Ayumus.
“An alpha of a pack.”
“Trying to be. I don’t think I’m doing a very good job. They insist I need a mate. The old alpha, Michael, never took one, and they blame that for making them such a male dominant pack with little morals. The male alpha is the soul of the pack, but the female is the heart.”
“Mate? As in they want you to fuck someone else besides me?” She crossed her arms. “I’m not into sharing.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to. That’s what caused the fight tonight. Some of the females were conducting challenges for dominance at an abandoned warehouse we keep for such things. I stopped them. Then I announced I wanted courting rights since I found a potential mate. Three of them turned on me. I had to put them in their place, otherwise the males would view me as weak and start challenging me as well.”
“You want me as a mate? To become a werewolf?”
“No, no. I’d never ask anyone to do that. I’m still not sure what to do now, but this will give me some time to think and plan. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.” He ran his thumb along her cheek and heat flooded her body. “I just want us to be together.”
“You fought werewolves to be with me.” She grinned at him and winked. “I think I’m a little turned on.”
With a display of speed she’d never witnessed from him, he dumped her on the floor and crawled on top. His eyes faded to the golden amber she’d glimpsed before, but this time he didn’t try to hide it. “Then you don’t hate me?”
“I meant what I said last night. I’m here for keeps, babe.” She ran her fingers into his thick mane. “It’s nice to know you’re not perfect. Everyone should have a flaw.”
He laughed. “I’m far from perfect.”
“I don’t know. From here you’re looking pretty damn fine.” She pulled him down to her lips and slid her hands around to his back.
He flinched.
“Shit.”
“I’m okay, really.”
She laughed. “Go to bed. I’m going to make some breakfast. After I take a plate to Sugar, I’ll bring you one.”
“Naked. Serve it to me naked.”
She laughed. “Definitely not perfect.”
Chapter 8
Daedalus strolled into the living room, the tip of his right ear a little less pointy since his head caught on fire two days ago. Eric tried to hide his amusement behind Spice’s wild, short curls. The vampire turned out to be sensitive about the small loss.
The memories of their crazy car ride home were still vivid. When Clair and her cronies jumped him in the warehouse, he freed his beast and kicked their mangy asses. The fact they thought he could be taken down so easily ate at him. He still needed to prove himself to his pack.
Behavior like Clair’s needed to be stomped out of the pack. Dishonorable, untrustworthy, and disgraceful could be used to describe many of them, but over the last year he’d chased away the worst and nurtured the best. Now he needed to figure out how to unite the old pack with the new.
His first step sat in his arms. Beautiful lush curves pressed to his body. Spice may not be wolf and could never be the pack’s heart but she owned his, and with her support he could accomplish anything.
Spice, forever her little sister’s champion, came to her rescue when she heard the screams only to find they’d been keeping secrets from her.
Forced to reveal the truth, he couldn’t believe his luck when she accepted everything without much question. Unlike her twin, who had run, needing time to come to terms with the paranormal, Spice knew what she wanted. Him.
He kissed the back of her neck
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