“Excuse me?”
The female obviously didn’t know who she was talking to. “This is Delilah, alpha female of the Alaskan packs. Who the hell do you think you are talking to me or my mate that way?”
“Blake?”
“Obviously not. This is Delilah, Blake’s mate. I don’t appreciate how you’re talking to him, female. Show some respect to your equals.”
There was a long pause before she was gifted a response and it sounded forced. “My apologies, Delilah, I assumed Blake would be answering his phone.”
“Well…you know what assuming does...makes you look kinda stupid. Now, how can I help you?”
“I was just checking on Blake, his brothers seem to think he’s in trouble.”
“Why don’t you just ask your boy? Blake says he sees stuff.”
A huff of annoyance sounded. “Yeah, well, I tell him not to tell people their future because I don’t want him to alter anything. So when I asked he said he couldn’t tell me. Kids, eh?”
Delilah laughed and she looked to Blake who was watching her with a pinched expression. “Smart kid, maybe too smart. We’re all fine here; Blake is handling things very well. Almost everyone has completed the blood bond with him and they all seem happy at the new direction of the pack.”
“Great, I’ll pass it on to his family. Can you please tell Blake to answer the phone when his family calls, they worry.”
“I’ll do that. Nice talking with you.”
In the background Delilah heard Trevor attempting to get the phone back, his mother was obviously trying to resist him. “I’d love to talk with Trevor again. He’s such a sweet boy.”
A pause later Trevor’s voice filled the line. “Hi.”
“Hello, Trevor, how are you?”
“I’m good. The twins keep me up at night, but I still love them. Mama says I have to even though they are so annoying. I like Decker and Tara’s twins, they’re bigger.”
“How much bigger are the other twins?”
“Like, months older.”
Delilah giggled at Trevor and how much he sounded like her as a youngster.
“I like you, Miss Delilah. I wanna tell you stuff.”
“You can tell me anything you want. Blake talks about you all the time, he considers you a very good friend.”
“He didn’t tell you about the…” his voice lowered to a whisper, “pop tarts, did he?”
Holding in the laughter that wanted to escape she answered as honestly as she could. “He did, but I promise not to tell. He says if you ever come to visit we’ll have to buy you your own stash of pop tarts because your mamma can’t say no, we’re the alphas here.”
There was a pause and she thought she may have offended him when he suddenly spoke in a rush. “That is so way cool and I can’t wait to come see you because I love pop tarts and I betcha Blakey would also let me have a brownie with ice cream and Blake loves brownies but not with the nuts, he likes ‘em all gooey like me.”
“I’ll remember that, kiddo.”
“Hey, I’m not a kid. I’m a big boy, why does everyone always think I’m a kid?”
She could imagine him on the other line with his arms crossed over his chest and stomping his foot in defiance. “I’m sorry, you’re clearly not a kid.”
“Good ‘cause I like you. Oh yeah, you have to help Blakey too, he was poisoned. One of the pack people put something to make him mean on their finger after they poked it. You should make him throws up. When I wanna throws up my mama gives me salt water and makes me drink it and then, ka boom. My tummy feels better after, mostly.”
Poisoned, who would poison Blake, and how would he not know?
He must have been able to read her thoughts too because he continued. “Some poison doesn’t taste like anything except bitter. Poor Blakey didn’t know otherwise he wouldnta done a bondy thingy with a mean person.”
Looking back at Blake he appeared passed out in the recliner, breathing heavy and sweating. Shit. “Thanks Trevor, I gotta go take care of Blake now. I’ll have him call you later. Bye.”
Hanging up she immediately went to his side placing a hand to his forehead. He was burning up with fever and shaking like a leaf. “Come on, big boy, it’s time to take you to the bathroom.”
He was unsteady on his legs and she considered calling her father to help get him upstairs but decided it would only make things worse; Blake wouldn’t want anyone to see weakness in him. She bore most of his weight as she half carried, half dragged him into the master bathroom, cursing the fact that it was on the third level at the very end of the hallway.
Luckily, her surprise was cleaning up the master bedroom and bathroom so they could move in immediately. She’d aired it out and it no longer smelled of wet dog and garbage. A new bed was brought in, the linens turned down and inviting.
Not tonight. She needed to get Blake to vomit whatever poison he’d ingested. Tomorrow they could play new mate games as they discovered new ways to please each other. She really wanted him to experience a full blowjob, he’d earned it. Ah hell, my mate is poisoned and all I can think of is sex, not good.
Dragging him the last few feet to the bathroom she sat him in front of the toilet and stuck her finger down his throat. Disgusting, but it had to be done.
Nothing, not one little heave after shoving her finger down his throat, he looked exhausted with his eyes glazed over. He rasped, “Water.”
It was like a light bulb went off in her head. Duh, isn’t that what Trevor said. Delilah got a glass of water and had to run all the way back to the kitchen for the salt. Chest heaving she mixed it quickly and handed him the glass; it fell to the floor and shattered into tiny sharp pieces. Damn it.
Reaching for another glass she mixed the concoction again and instead of handing it to him she put it to his lips. He attempted to back off when he realized it wasn’t just water, but she kept pouring it down his throat.
When the glass was empty she placed it on the counter and waited. It only took a few minutes before Blake’s eyes opened wide and he vomited. Unfortunately he was too weak to hold himself forward so it went all over the front of his clothes. He appeared to not care much as he continued to heave.
Delilah waited until he was done and opened the shower to drag him in fully clothed. When she started the water it came out cold hitting him in the top of the head, he barely flinched. She tilted his head back just as another round of violent spewing began, hitting her jeans and work shirt. Biting back nausea she held him up as he continued to get sick.
An hour later, wondering where her night had gone so wrong, Delilah turned the water off in the shower and began to remove the wet clothes from her mate. He was shivering but a bit more understanding lit his eyes. Clothing removed she helped him up and into the clean sheets she’d so lovingly placed on the bed in anticipation of marathon sex.
After cleaning the bathroom, ensuing there was a garbage can by the bed, she went in search of the washing machine. As she put the first load in she cursed whoever poisoned her mate and ruined her night. Damn, dogs.
Chapter 12
Blake woke to a phone ringing. He was so warm and comfortable in bed; soft sheets, engulfing mattress and the scent of his mate. He popped up suddenly concerned that he had no idea how he’d gotten there when the room spun with dizziness; it took him a few minutes to orient himself.
“If you don’t pick that up I will murder you, slowly.”
Delilah obviously wasn’t a morning person as he leaned over to kiss her cheek and she pulled the covers over her head, denied. Blake reached over her to pick up his ringing phone from the bedside table and connected the call.
“Hello.”
Trevor’s voice came across the line. “Hi, Blakey, I’m glad you didn’t die.”
Blake reached down and touched his thigh where his healing wound was. “Yeah, it wasn’t even close, buddy.”
“Yes, ha. You almost croaked, ask your flower.”
“She’s sleeping. What’s up, T
rev? You need something?”
“Yup, I need you to push Delilah at eight thirty two. Use two hands.”
Confusion set in and Blake was sure it wasn’t the normal early morning wake up stuff. Trevor could be confusing. “What? What’s eight thirty two?”
“You need to push your mate down at eight thirty two. How is that hard to understand? Make sure you use two hands and don’t tell her otherwise it won’t work.”
“What won’t work?”
“Just do it, Blakey, have I ever been wrong before?”
“No.” Blake scratched his head and looked at the clock. Shit, eight thirty two. He dropped the phone and pushed his mate out of bed, using two hands of course.
Delilah’s gasp of outrage was all he could hear. Nothing else happened. As Delilah stood and sent Blake a death glare he picked up the phone. “Uh, Trevor, why did I just push my mate from the bed on this beautiful morning?”
He attempted a soothing smile toward his mate and wasn’t shocked when she flipped him off and walked into the bathroom slamming the door. Little giggles came over the telephone line.
“Trev?”
“Silly Blake, I meant the next eight thirty two. Ya know the one close to my bedtime.”
Damn, he was in trouble. He set his watch to alarm at eight thirty two in the evening to remind him. “I better go Trevor, I’m afraid I’ve upset my flower. See ya.”
The nerve of her mate waking her up after a sleepless night in which she took care of his dying ass and then to push her out of bed for no good reason; the bed she had delivered and made especially to seduce him the evening before. Well, forget it. He’s gonna have to take care of himself for a while.
Getting in the shower she was hit with images from the night before when he was so sick she didn’t think he was going to make it. Then she remembered he’d barfed on her and it just added to her upset at the morning events, like fuel to a blazing fire. Why was he being mean to her? Did he still have poison in his system? In panic mode now she leapt from the shower and promptly ran into her mate; her naked, warm, deliciously smelling mate.
“Oomph.”
Seeing red Delilah place her hands on her hips, stomping her wet naked foot. “What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.”
She watched as he straightened, his muscles bunched and flexed causing her to squeeze her thighs together. He was tall and dreamy, thickly muscled biceps connecting to strong forearms and huge warm calloused hands. His abdominal muscled contracted and she wanted to run her hand down the trail of hair leading to his…holy shit, his penis was full erect and vying for attention as it bobbed up and down with her perusal. She immediately diverted her eyes. “You should be in bed.”
He disregarded her and came closer, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “You’re right; I should be in bed…with my mate. Rubbing out her frustration with my long fingers strategically placed in her tight sheath as the heel of my palm grinds against her swollen clit.”
Pushing him back she eyed him suspiciously. “Where did you learn that? You sure have a lot of knowledge for a virgin.”
His bright white teeth shown through as he smiled. “Previous virgin, we took care of that little problem a few days ago. And…I read it in a book. I may have limited experience, but I read books about how to please a woman. Do you have any complaints so far?”
“People don’t usually talk like that.”
“Talk like what?”
She mocked. “Tight sheath, swollen clit; come on. It sounds so romance novel.”
“Okay, how about this. I watched you all yesterday and you are smokin’ hot. The way you bend at the waist and your tight ass lingers in the air makes me want to take you from behind. Or the way your slim hips sway when you walk. And I didn’t even mention what your voice does to me. I was primed all day anticipating our evening together.”
His voice was melodic, taming her into submission. She wasn’t going to be so easily deterred, until his hand slipped across her wet, naked, heavy breast and she lost all willpower. He stroked her mounds, kneading while deliberately avoiding her nipple where she ached to have his touch. “Blake…please.”
“Please what, my flower?”
“Touch me.”
“And where would you like me to touch? Maybe here.”
He skimmed a finger over one of her spiked nipples and she cried out in pleasure. “Yes, more.”
“I see I have a greedy mate, huh? Let’s get back in the shower and keep you warm. Your skin’s becoming cold.” He picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
Setting her down slowly, his breathing increased as her body slid against his. “You feel so good in my arms, so petite, soft almost delicate. It turns me on that you have a fighting spirit.” His nose rubbed her ear, “I love your scent, my delicate flower.”
He was deliberately torturing her. He’d been primed all day yesterday and hadn’t realized he was so tired he passed out before seeing to her needs. Her scent surrounded him this morning, doing crazy things to his self-control. Her cheeks heating, she turned away from him. What was she hiding?
Being so attuned to her he immediately grasped her chin in a firm grip and turned her head towards him. “What’s wrong little mate? Why are you embarrassed? I’ve seen your body before, in fact I love seeing your body.”
“It’s nothing.”
Having trained himself to pick up the little nuances of a woman; his mother, his brothers mates, heck, any female he could watch and learn from. “I can tell something is up, tell me. You have to know I love you and I just want you happy.”
He watched as she blew out a breath in defeat, knowing he wasn’t going to give up until she told him. “You were asleep last night and I was…horny. I took care of myself.”
His jaw dropped, was she saying what he thought she just said? “No way, show me.”
Mortified, her reply was automatic. “No.” Although, he could see the excitement and intrigue light her eyes at the prospect of him watching her touch herself.
He nuzzled her neck as the warm water hit her back; her musty scent told him she was quickly reaching uber turned on, where there’d be no return. She reached for his cock but he moved his hips back and away from her greedy hands. “Not yet.”
“I’m ready Blake. No more stalling.”
“You think this is stalling? I’m only trying to build the pleasure so that when you do explode in my arms it lasts forever. I never want to let you go.”
She giggled. “Pretty soon the water will get cold, then what?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. We should start washing up though, just in case.”
He reached past her getting the shampoo while rubbing his chest against hers erotically. Turning her around he massaged a good amount of shampoo into her hair as his interest brushed against her bottom. When she protested he simply tucked it in between her legs. Scrubbing her hair, his hips moved back and forth, slowly against her swollen nub. He was priming her.
Having sudsed up her hair he focused on her petite lithe body. He took her body wash off the ledge and squirted it in his palm. Not really surprising it smelled like a tropical island; coconut, mango and some unknown flower.
He scrubbed her from neck to feet, enjoying coasting over all her naughty bits in between. Her frame was small, however her muscles were toned and she obviously worked at keeping her body fight ready. Her hips were beautiful and he couldn’t wait to see them expand with her first pregnancy; he sniffed her to check if she was ovulating and was disappointed that she wasn’t. He was eager to plant his seed in her.
Trying to distract himself so he wouldn’t take this too fast, he asked. “If you were to pick your top three travel locations, where would they be?”
“Easy. London, Texas, and Disney World.”
“I think in our lifetime we could manage that. We should save Disney World for our kids though.”
“No way. I want to have a good time, not worrying about losing a child or two
in the animal kingdom.”
His chuckle sparked hers and they stay in the warm water simply being together until her beautiful voice interrupted the silence. “Where are your top three places to go?”
Should he answer honestly?
“Your mouth, your pussy and I’ll let you guess at the third.”
Shock had her stiffening in his arms; bet I don’t sound like a romance novel now. After a small pause where she must have processed his words she dropped to her knees before him. Giving him sultry eyes he watched as she attempted to take his member into her mouth, but he held her off. “Babe, I was joking.”
Eyes locking on his, she remained on her knees and retorted. “I think you were half joking. I’d planned on giving you the best blowjob of your entire life last night but you got sick before I could show you my many oral talents.”
“What do you mean sick?”
“You were poisoned last night. Don’t you remember? You were up vomiting all night.”
The events of last night swiftly slammed into him like it was just happening. His anger, distrust, pain and jealousy caused him to lash out at so many. He remembered being weak and watching Delilah talk on his phone with someone being friendly after he’d been injured. He was helped up the three flights of stairs by someone and he’d expelled the poison, violently. Awe man, he’d puked on her. If he had a handbook on how to treat a mate it surely wouldn’t say, barf on your chick within a week of your mating.
“I’m so sorry, Del-“
“There's no reason to apologize. I’m your mate, your one true fated. You’d have done the same for me.” He didn’t appear comforted. “I’ll be with you ‘til the end of time. If you decide to die, I’ll go with you. Our children will have the bond that you and your brothers share. A little vomit is nothing in the grand scheme of things.” A pause later she admitted, “I love you.”
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