Pack Law (Fated Mate)

by Duane, Shannon

  “I want to speak with my daughter. Is she safe?”

  He growled his displeasure, “I told you I’d keep her safe. She’s mine now and I protect what’s mine.”

  “Then stop necking in the woods and ensure my daughter gets home safe. Bad wolves roam the area and I don’t care if you get caught with your pants down, but have a little respect for my baby girl.”

  The click of Hunter disconnecting the call was final as Blake looked at the face of the phone and saw a smiling Hunter looking back at him. Blake smiled as he saw his little mate noted her father’s contact title as simply, Pops.

  Putting her phone in his pocketed Blake rushed to keep pace with Delilah.

  “Slow down, sugar. I’m not familiar with this area and I’d like to get to know my surroundings.” Also, mark the area as his. He rubbed up against trees and hoped any wolves in the area would scent him and be cautious. He wished Delilah wasn’t here so he could put down more permanent claiming to the area.

  “What are you gonna do, whip out big boy and start pissing on everything?”

  Drawing back in shock he looked over at her. “Would you be mad if I did? Someone else has marked the area and it’s bothering me.”

  Her soft giggle made it impossible it think about marking the area because his boner was back.

  “I wouldn’t mind but I kinda thought we’d go to my house and finish what we started.”

  “Ah, so eager to become my mate? I like that.”

  Taking a few seconds, she appeared to be catching her breath, she responded with a croaked, “Mate?”

  Eyes narrowed, Blake pulled her against his chest. “What did you think was gonna happen, sugar?”

  Her pulse was pounding with lust and he could feel it, feel her. She was a freaking pheromone factory.

  “I thought maybe we’d make some nookie. It’s really nice to touch you.”

  “Nice?” he growled with irritation. “Lil’ Delilah, you’re my fated mate. We’re destined to be together; fated. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

  “What if I don’t believe in fated mates? What if I don’t want someone else to pick out my future mate?”

  Licking from the base of her neck up to the soft skin behind her ear he replied with laughter in his voice. “No worries. I’m sure I can convince you.” Hopefully she’d run; he loved a good chase.

  Her small hands were resting on his chest and she moved them up to his shoulders and jumped into his arms. “Okay, make with the convincing.” She leaned into him and licked the seam of his lips.

  Shock was evident on his face but so was desire, “You were teasing me.” He pressed her jean covered core to his jean covered erection. “That’s not nice.”

  Delilah extricated herself from his arms and took his hand and began to walk again. “Come on, it’s not safe here. Let’s get back to my house so we can…relieve each other. And then plan.”

  Taking his free hand he covered one of her butt cheeks with his big hand and squeezed. “Taskmaster, I like it. Lead on brave mistress.”

  Chapter 5

  Delilah’s home was a small cabin that looked well used like her parent’s. There was no porch and no driveway leading to her property. “Where’s your car?”

  “Where’s yours?”

  “Why are you being sassy? I just wonder where you park so I can decide if I need to get a new car. I can’t ride in the compact car anymore.”

  “Oh…I park out back but I was driving my truck which I left at dad’s house so he could take Morena home. He’ll bring it by tonight.”

  Blake smiled, “I love watching you handle that truck, it’s sexy.”

  She unlocked the front door but paused at the threshold. “And you’re odd.”

  Blake scooped her into his arms and carried her through the front door before setting her on her feet and kissing her soundly on the lips. “Welcome home. How many bedrooms do you have?”

  Reeling from the kiss she was breathless, “Two.”

  “Lead me to your room, beautiful. I want your scent surrounding me where it’s strongest.”

  “Uhhh…..”

  Blake felt something sharp on the back of his legs, almost like little pinpricks. “What the hell?”

  Delilah looked down at her cat attempting to climb up the tree trunk of a man she was quickly falling for. “Mr. Boo, get down you bad boy.”

  “Mr. Boo? What’s that?”

  She reached down to pick up her big boy that was twelve pounds of hearty cat. Rubbing him between the eyes she smiled softly at his purr of contentment. “Mr. Boo, this is Blake. Blake, this is my cat Mr. Boo.”

  “Where did you get that name? It’s kind of embarrassing. The alpha can’t be co-owner of a stupidly named cat.”

  Mr. Boo choose that time to reach out and swipe his claws against Blake’s raised hand causing three deep gashes on the top of his big hand. Blake hissed in a breath and in turn Mr. Boo hissed at him pulling his lips back to show his kitty fangs.

  Delilah pulled Mr. Boo out of Blake’s reach and ran toward the bathroom. She shoved him in the bathroom closing the door on his furious meowing and scratching.

  Turning to Blake Delilah could feel her cheeks heat. “I’m really sorry. He’s a very sensitive cat. He doesn’t like new people.”

  Blake’s brow rose curiously.

  “We call him Mr. Boo but his full name is Bippity Boo.”

  Chuckling Blake said, “Is his middle name Boppity? I can see why he’s such a mean cat.” He pulled her back to his front and pressed his lower half into her back.

  Delilah elbowed him in the side and he grunted, bending over to cough a few times. She turned and watched as he pulled his hand back and came away with blood.

  “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ll get a towel. We need to hold pressure. Shouldn’t it have healed enough to stop bleeding?”

  “Where’s your phone?”

  Delilah stopped with her hand on the bathroom handle and dropped her forehead to the door, hesitating. “I forgot Mr. Boo’s in there.”

  “Just show me the phone, please.”

  Delilah became worried when she looked back and Blake appeared white as a sheet and he was sweating. “The hospital is really far. I’ll call 9-1-1.”

  “Damn-it, woman. Where is the phone?”

  Blake watched the shock register on Delilah’s face. Good, she’d need to be able to listen to him and do what he asked, when he asked, without question. Otherwise, he’d always worry about her safety. “Please, I need to use your phone.”

  Her head dropped and she pointed to the kitchen counter, defeated. Her small voice disturbed Blake, “He’s just a kid. I take full responsibility for your injuries.”

  “I’m not calling the authorities. I am the authority now. We’re a pack and we police our own. If I was going to do something about your brother I’d have done it when he actually stabbed me.”

  Letting out an annoyed breath he picked up the receiver and dialed his brother Justin. He’d know what to do. He worked at the hospital and helped to soothe people’s pain when needed; it was a gift. Just as Blake was able to make people laugh or feel at ease. He used just a smidge of his power on Delilah as he dialed.

  Justin answered on the second ring. “What’s going on up there? Paul’s already called and he says everything on his end is fine. Is everything okay?”

  “I’m fine, mama bear. I found the pack today and I have to come up with a plan. Its coming but I had a wee little accident. I need some of your mojo.” Blake looked back at Delilah and noted the look of confusion on her face. He’d have plenty of time to explain later.

  Justin sighed on the end of the static filled line. “Where are you hurt? I feel it on the right flank.”

  “Yep, exactly. It isn’t super deep but I think the kidney was nicked. It’s trickling blood.”

  “I’m not even going to ask. Hold on.”

  Blake could feel the rustling on the other end signifying Justin putting the phone down. He was probably
probing with his powers.

  His parents had only one set of triplets and they were all boys; Blake, Paul and Justin. They were close and every once in a while when one wasn’t able to completely figure thing out or heal themselves then the others could help. Mostly Paul was the brains, Justin did some crazy healing and soothing stuff and Blake was the calm or happy maker. Paul just mated his fated, Bailey, and they could do some super power exchange thing and Blake wondered what he’d be able to do with his mate.

  The thought heated his blood in the middle of a crisis and he couldn’t help but laugh. He turned and watched Delilah eye him quizzically. He winked, “I’ll explain later.”

  Justin came over the line, “It’s done. You had a bleeding vessel. Why couldn’t you feel it? Your magic okay?”

  “I had a really weird day. I used some kick ass alpha power; a lot. It was awesome. Wish you were here to see it.”

  Justin’s soft voice made Blake’s gut clench. “We’ll come see you, bro. And when you get things straightened out you can come back for a visit.” He breathed deeply and let it out. “We’re different. We’ll always be connected, Blakey. I feel your uncertainty and if I can feel it from this far away they’ll be able to feel it too.”

  Blake felt his eyes misting. He wouldn’t cry in front of his mate, never. “Thanks, Justin, I needed that. Hey, bro, I met my mate today. She’s beautiful, kinda sneaky and a lot sassy. She’s perfect. I can’t wait for you to meet her. I left my phone in the car or I’d text you a pic so you could be jealous of me.”

  Justin’s laugh was long and noisy. When they both became quiet they promised to see each other soon and keep in contact. Justin promised to tell the family Blake’s big news, tomorrow. He’d give Blake one day to court his mate before the family descended via facetime, text, emails and calls at all hours.

  He could smell her discomfort mixed with arousal and it made him agitated. He wanted to mate her but…could he trust her?

  Delilah had no idea what the hell Blake was talking about. She knew he was on the phone with his brother but…how would his brother know what was going on? And how could he possibly help when he was that far away?

  “Justin can sense discomfort or pain and he’s got some crazy healing skills. My other brother, Paul, can sleuth like you wouldn’t believe, he’s a sheriff. I got the funny skill; making people feel comfortable. Not a great skill in the grand scheme of things but, hey, we can’t all be perfect.”

  Delilah placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “I think you’ve done a great job so far. My family isn’t exactly the nicest after what Tidus put us through and I’m truly sorry about you being hurt. Is there anything I can do?”

  His grin caused instant heat pooling in her belly as well as a suspicious ache in the area of her heart. She watched as he leaned back on her counter and took several deep breaths.

  “Justin has been sending me some of his healing magic. We’re triplets and as close as brothers can be. Apparently, we’d been doing this magic sharing thing since we were kids and we didn’t even know it until Paul and his mate…ya know.” His brow furrowed, “I want you to know everything about me, which is odd because I have no idea if you plan on double crossing me or throwing me to the bad wolves.”

  Chapter 6

  As she showed the big lug head around her house she silently cursed her traitorous body. She could literally feel his heat and for some reason she knew he was aroused without even trying to scent him. It’s almost like she could feel him. It was an altogether perplexing feeling and she wished she could call her mother and ask if this was normal.

  “Are you going to talk at all, sugar?”

  His deep baritone voice always seemed charming and playful but when she was so unsure of herself and their shaky relationship she just wanted to punch him; in the face, with a shovel.

  Chuckling, he obviously had no idea how close he was to a beating. “I know your mad lil’ mate, I can smell it, but I have no idea what I did. Care to explain?”

  Rounding on him and placing a stern finger to his chest she let it all out. “I don’t appreciate you saying you can’t trust me in one breath but jumping my bones the next moment. I did apologize for my behavior and my families.” She put her hand to her head in obvious distress. “And can you turn down your…volume, or whatever you call it; it’s driving me crazy.”

  “I’m sorry I made you upset when I said I wasn’t sure about trusting you, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I think we need to start over. That was a pretty shaky beginning. It would help if you kissed my boo boos instead of yelling at me.”

  Once again he had his trademark Blake grin and his happiness was irresistible to her. She knew her body was more than ready to mate him, hell, if it were up to her they would have mated in the woods for crying out loud. “I’d love to kiss your boo boos, Mr. Nunn. Follow me.”

  Grabbing his hand she pulled him into her room and shoved him down on the bed. He made no sound of protest or distress so she leaned over and attempted to pull off his boots. They were stuck.

  “Need some help down there, sugar?”

  Blowing out a breath she collected all her strength and tugged causing the boot to come off as she dropped to the ground on her butt. “One down and one to go. Be prepared, sugar.”

  “Oh believe me; I’ve been waiting all my life for this.”

  She has no idea what this means to me. Blake was known for his relaxation and everyone assumed he was sexually active because, well…because he talked about sex often. He read a great many books about how to please women and in turn how to ask them for pleasure. He’d lie awake many nights dreaming of his fated and sometimes cursed the fact he wanted no other. He knew what pleasure he could give himself but the thought of her small hands on him caused a physical ache.

  He’d saved himself for his fated, for his Delilah. This was one of the most important days of his life; loving his woman. Thank goodness for those books because it was all the education he had and he was feeling a bit nervous. Ever since meeting Delilah he’d been in a constant state of arousal and he wanted release but he craved the bond even more.

  “Well…pull the pants off and let’s see what we’re working with.” She sounded excited and suddenly he was wracked with nervousness.

  Her eyes were eager and intense and he remembered reading once that fear or nerves in a partner was an automatic turn off so he plastered on his trademark grin and began stripping.

  Standing he pulled his pants and boxer briefs off. His shirt was ripped over his head and he stood naked in front of his mate; arms back chest forward and attempting a non-threatening pelvis. Of course her eyes went straight to his groin and widened substantially.

  “Well, well, well. Someone’s a happy boy. You’re big; I don’t think this will work.”

  That’s what he was afraid of. He was a large man over six feet tall and she was petite, he didn’t want her to fear him. “It’ll fit, love, you have to trust me. I’ll go slow and make it good for you. I promise. After all, we’re fated and I’ve never heard of a pair being fated, yet, unable to be intimate. You’re perfect for me in all ways.”

  Delilah reached to lift the hem of her shirt and Blake’s large hand stopped her. “Let me do it. I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment and I’d like to savor it. I’d like to make you happy.”

  Giving in to him she placed her hands to her sides, “Savor away.”

  Blake placed his hands under her shirt at her midriff and rubbed the silkiness of her skin. Admiring the feel of her he stroked her back and eased some of her tight muscles. He spread his legs wide so he was on the same level as her and took a long lingering sniff at her neck. “You small so good and you feel even better.”

  He eased her shirt off and tossed it to the floor before he led her to the bed. “Hop on babe I’ll give you a massage.”

  “I don’t want a massage. I wanna…ya know.”

  Blake couldn’t hold in his spurt of laughter. “I’m glad
you’re as eager as I am but I need you to be really ready. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to have you so primed and ready that we’ll both go off the minute we come together.”

  He pushed her face down on the bed and proceeded to caress and knead her muscles. When he’d completed her exposed back he reached around her front and she eagerly lifted her hips giving him enough room to unbutton her pants. When he slid them off she made a noise of delight and it made his manhood twitch. It took every ounce of control to not plunge roughly into her from behind. The combination of her aroused scent, contented sighs and exposed body was driving him crazy.

  Keeping control he continued to rub her legs, thighs and feet. As he came up her body to massage the muscles of her tush, he hoped she was as close as him. He spent extra time caressing her skin, enjoying her softness against his rough palms. As he continued to touch her everywhere he noticed her hips moving in rhythm to his touching and he knew she was on edge just like him when her thighs automatically parted allowing him to see and scent her arousal.

  His hands stopped moving and he simply looked at her exposed womanhood. He’d released so much pre-cum that his head was wet and glistening, he ached to put it to his mates opening. Not yet, control.

  He flipped her roughly and she gazed up at him with delight in her eyes. It wasn’t just her eyes he watched but her lips were swollen, nipples were pebbled and she had an almost drunk appearance; eyes half lidded and relaxed.

  “I want you, Blake, no more playing.”

  “How can I not want to play with you, gorgeous? I want to lick, suck and bite every inch of your delectable body. I never want to leave this room form wanting you so much.” Blake leaned over her and kissed her deeply while running his hands all over her. He began at her neck and ran his hands over her side and up to cup her breasts. Perfect.

  Breaking the kiss Delilah turned her head, “Blake, please. Finish this.”