“Yeah, see you.” The werewolf met Brolach’s gaze. “And see you around, Brolach.”
He smiled wide enough to flash a bit of fang, put his arm around Waverly’s shoulders and tugged her up against his side, showing she was his. “Yes.”
Cameron walked around them and into the coffee shop. Brolach guided Waverly outside. He glanced over his shoulder at the other man. He now knew there was at least one werewolf living in Lemmon. There had to more, unless Cameron had gone lone wolf.
Once they were at the side of the building and headed toward the car, Brolach asked, “Do you know Cameron very well?”
Waverly turned her head and looked at him. “Kind of. He moved to Lemmon about six months ago.”
“By himself?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“He’s a werewolf. I wonder if he’s a lone wolf or if his pack is here as well.”
Waverly stopped at the passenger side of her car and gave him a shocked expression. “Cameron is a werewolf?”
“Yes. I can tell by his scent. And he definitely knows I’m not human.”
“Damn. I had no idea. What are you going to do about him?”
“Nothing. I’ll wait and see if he makes the first move. If he does nothing, I’ll do nothing. At least I now know there’s one werewolf in town.”
“Well, it looks as if the coffee shop was the right place to start your search to see if you have a sibling around.”
“Yes. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
* * * *
After the waitress brought Cameron his cup of coffee and a doughnut, he took out his cell phone and made a call to one of the numbers in his contacts list. It rang four times before it was finally picked up.
“Hey, it’s Cameron. I’ve got some news for you. I’m still in Lemmon, and I just ran into a hybrid. His name is Brolach. He’s new in town. I think you need to get here as soon as you can.” He waited while the person on the other end spoke. “It won’t be too hard to keep an eye on him. He’s going to be working at the local coffee shop. And I think he’s found his mate.” He paused again and listened. “All right. I’ll see you in a couple days.”
Cameron ended the call and put his cell back into his jeans pocket. He picked up his coffee and took a sip. It was a good thing he liked coming there, and the food, because he’d be hanging around a lot more than he had been.
Chapter Five
In the late afternoon, Waverly stood at her kitchen table chopping vegetables to put into a stew she was going to make for dinner. Brolach sat in the living room, watching TV.
After they’d arrived at her place, she’d made them some sandwiches for lunch. Once they were done eating, Brolach had asked her to tell him more about the modern world. He’d had so many questions, and she’d done her best to answer them. One explanation led to another and then another. She had a feeling he had a hard time taking it all in. If it’d been her who’d awoken after a two-thousand-year sleep, she would have found herself overwhelmed.
Their talk had been informative for Waverly as well. She now had a good picture of what life had been like in South Dakota way back then, before the white man had come and settled on these lands. Since Brolach had been born there, he’d known no other way of life, except for the native one.
From the angle where she worked, she had a perfect view of his profile. He was so utterly gorgeous it almost hurt to look at him. The longer she spent with Brolach, the stronger her feelings became. She was now used to having him around.
Waverly sucked in a sharp breath at the stinging sensation across her index finger. Paying more attention to Brolach than to what she was doing, she’d cut herself. She put down the knife and brought the digit closer to take a better look. Blood flowed faster as she squeezed it.
She turned to go over to the sink and rinse it under the tap, but Brolach was suddenly there. He’d moved so fast she hadn’t tracked him. She let out a surprised gasp.
“You’re bleeding,” he said as he took hold of her finger.
“Yeah. I stupidly wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and cut myself.”
“Let me take care of that for you. My saliva heals.”
She’d known that already. He’d bitten her twice, and there weren’t any marks on her skin to show he had. Each time he’d finished feeding, she’d felt the sensation of him dragging the flat of his tongue across the punctures his fangs had made.
Brolach brought her finger to his mouth and slowly swiped his tongue across the wound as he held her gaze. It healed in an instant. She shivered as a wave of desire washed over her. Waverly’s breath caught as he continued to lap at her skin until all traces of blood were gone. His eyes glowed, which told her he wasn’t unaffected by what he did. He’d definitely gotten to her. She was completely turned-on.
His fangs had extended and gently scraped against her skin with his last lick. He tugged her closer and captured her lips in a heated kiss. She went willingly into his arms. Waverly rubbed herself against him and moaned at the sensation of his hard cock nestled along her belly.
She sucked on his tongue as he pushed it into her mouth. She detected the slight coppery taste of her blood. Waverly reached between them and cupped Brolach’s erection. It twitched in her hand. She had the sudden urge to get very up close and personal with it.
As she continued to return his hungry kisses, Waverly worked on undoing his jeans. She already knew he was going commando since she hadn’t bought him any underwear. Brolach had vetoed them at the store after she’d explained what they were. It was just one less barrier to her prize.
After she parted the material, she tugged the pants down low enough on his hips to spring his cock. Waverly took hold of it and pumped up and down. Brolach moaned against her mouth as he thrust into her grip. Her pussy clenched as wetness gathered inside it. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of making love to him.
Waverly pulled away from Brolach’s mouth and then kissed the hollow of his throat as she lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to his chest. He quickly took hold of it and pulled it all the way off. She placed a trail of wet kisses down to his defined pecs. They rapidly rose and fell with his harsh breathing.
She ran the flat of her tongue across each of his flat nipples before she continued her downward journey. Lower and lower she went, skimming her mouth along his washboard abs until she was on her knees in front of him. She looked up to see him staring.
“Waverly, I don’t know how long I can wait to be inside you.”
“You’ll manage. I’ve been dying to do this since last night.”
She set her gaze on his cock, which was right in front of her. It stuck out straight from Brolach’s body and was fully engorged. A bead of pre-cum dripped from the very tip. She flicked her tongue out and licked it off. He reached behind him, took hold of the edge of the kitchen table and leaned back against it.
Waverly wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock before she licked more pre-cum off the tip. She swirled her tongue around it, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot just under the flared head. Brolach let out an animalistic growl.
She gave him one last lick, then opened her mouth and took his shaft inside. She slid him as far as she could manage, sucking hard, before she pulled back so her lips were just around the tip. After that, she set a steady pace, taking him in and out. What she couldn’t manage, she stroked with her hand.
Brolach thrust his hips, his cock growing even harder. “That feels so good.”
Waverly moaned along his shaft, which had him growling again. She slid him faster in and out of her mouth. Wetness leaked from her pussy into her panties. The sounds of pleasure Brolach made pushed her arousal even higher.
He gently pulled her away from his cock, hooked her by the arm and tugged her to her feet. With movements faster than any human could hope to achieve, Brolach stripped off her jeans and panties. He lifted her so she was even with his mouth and kissed her, using lips and tongue. Her naked butt landed on the co
unter a second later.
Waverly frantically kissed him back. Brolach pushed his pants down farther, took hold of her hips and slid her closer to the edge. He took hold of his cock and led it to her pussy. He rubbed the head through her wetness before circling her clit with it. She panted, ready to beg to have him take her.
Brolach surged forward, steadily working his cock deep inside her. He held on to the edge of the counter and took her in hard thrusts. She put her legs around his waist, matching his strokes as best she could. His growls mixed with her whimpered moans.
It didn’t take very long to have her orgasm building. He speared into her, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit each time he seated himself to the hilt. As she fell over the precipice, Waverly leaned forward and bit Brolach where his shoulder and neck met. That caused an instant reaction from him. He howled like a wolf, thrust into her faster, then came, his cock pulsing deep inside her pussy.
Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the house, except for the TV playing in the background. Waverly released her hold on Brolach’s neck and leaned back to look at him. “I guess you liked that,” she said as she fought to catch her breath.
He grinned. “For a male werewolf, a bite on that spot, it’s a huge turn-on.”
“I’ll have to remember that. What about a male vampire? What’s his weakness?”
“To have his female sink her fangs into him and feed.”
“I guess we’ll just have to stick to the werewolf weakness since I don’t have any fangs.”
Brolach lifted her off the counter and held her in his arms. “You know what makes me extremely aroused. I think now it’s my turn to find out what does the same to you.”
He stepped out of his jeans, which were pooled around his ankles, then headed out of the kitchen. They only made it as far as the living room and couch before his cock was hard once more. He then used it to make her beg for release.
* * * *
It was now the second day of Brolach working at Waverly’s family’s coffee shop. The work wasn’t very hard, and he was just happy to be able to be there with his mate. The idea of being separated from her for long periods of time didn’t sit well with him. He already knew he loved her, and was more than ready to claim her. He only waited for a sign that Waverly wanted him to. The need to do the second blood exchange, which would tie her to him and turn her vampire, was so great he’d avoided feeding from her again. Every time they made love it was getting harder and harder to ignore.
What he really wanted was for the werewolf side of him to mate bond with Waverly first. Then there would be no question about her accepting him as her mate. He’d finish the mating the instant after that happened. Turning her would give her immortality, and he’d never have to fear old age would take her away from him.
Brolach looked across the coffee shop as he bussed a table. Waverly stood by another one where Cameron sat, talking. So far Cameron was the only werewolf to come there. Plus, he stayed for hours at a time, practically until Brolach and Waverly’s shift ended. She’d mentioned how the werewolf hadn’t done that in the past. He’d usually come in for a coffee and doughnut, then leave as soon as he was done. Now he ordered at least three cups of coffee and had a couple doughnuts.
Waverly’s brother, Devin, came to stand at Brolach’s side. He had the same light brown hair and hazel eyes as his sister. They looked like siblings. “You better watch it,” he said with a chuckle. “You might have some competition over there. Cameron might try to steal your girl.”
Brolach knew Devin was kidding. He turned to him and shook his head. “Cameron is no threat. Waverly has better taste than that.”
Devin laughed. “You sound pretty sure of yourself. If I were a woman, I’d think Cameron was hot. He has one of those faces that make women pant after him.”
Brolach grudgingly admitted Devin was right. Cameron would be considered very handsome. It was a werewolf trait. Their kind was always good looking.
“I’m not going to comment on Cameron’s looks. I’d rather stare at Waverly.”
“I’ll leave that job to you. That’s my sister, dude. I don’t look at her that way.”
Brolach grinned. He liked Devin and had started to consider him a friend. Waverly’s brother was laid back and joked quite a lot. Actually, Brolach liked her entire family. The first day he’d come to work there, her father had watched him closely, especially when he was around Waverly. Today he hadn’t been so vigilant. He had a feeling he was close to being accepted as a part of Waverly’s life.
Devin walked away and headed into the kitchen. He was one of the bakers. Brolach turned his attention back to Cameron and Waverly. Even though he didn’t have anything to worry about, he still didn’t like how the werewolf tried to monopolize Waverly’s attention. It was time Brolach did something about it.
He left the tub of dirty dishes on the table and walked over to where Cameron sat. Brolach came to stand beside Waverly and put his arm around her waist. He looked at the werewolf and met his gaze.
“Out back,” Brolach said. “Now.”
“I’m not done my coffee,” Cameron replied.
Brolach leaned close, and whispered, “Don’t push me, werewolf. It’s time we had a talk.”
Not about to let Cameron have another chance to say no, Brolach released Waverly, grabbed Cameron by the arm and hauled him up onto to his feet. He force marched him to the entrance. Waverly followed and quickly told her father on the way by that they’d be back in a few minutes.
Brolach didn’t let go of Cameron until they were at the back of the coffee shop where there were no windows. There was also no other building behind it, just a high fence. He walked a short distance away from the werewolf, taking Waverly with him, then turned to face Cameron with a growl and snarled lip.
“What are you playing at, Cameron?” he asked with another growl lacing his words.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. You know Waverly is my unclaimed mate. My scent is all over her. As a werewolf, you should know to keep your distance.”
“As you said, you haven’t claimed her yet. She’s still free, and human.”
Brolach had been walking a fine line when it came to his mating urge. Cameron’s words pushed him a little over the edge. Brolach didn’t think and shifted to his wolf form. He raised his hackles and growled as the werewolf shifted as well.
*
Waverly could quite easily see this situation getting totally out of hand very fast. There were now two snarling and growling wolves facing each other down. It wasn’t something she wanted others seeing. She had no idea how she’d explain why she was in the company of what looked like two wild wolves.
She stepped closer to Brolach and sank her hand into his thick, light brown fur at his neck, prepared to give it a good yank if he decided to go after Cameron. Not that she thought it’d actually stop him.
Waverly knew both of them would understand what she said while in wolf form. Brolach had been teaching her about werewolves and vampires.
She cleared her throat. “Would the two of you knock it off?” Waverly turned her gaze on Cameron. “You stop yanking Brolach’s chain. Being what you are, you know damn well I’d never be interested in anyone else but my mate.” She looked down at Brolach. “And you stop letting Cameron get to you so easily. You have nothing to be jealous of. Now would the two of you shift, please, before someone sees you like this?”
“I think that’s a very good suggestion. That way we can all talk.”
At the sound of the new voice, Waverly looked past Cameron and found a man and woman standing behind him. It’d been the man who’d spoken. The two seemed to have their gazes locked on Brolach.
The two wolves’ bodies blurred and shimmered as they took on their human forms. Brolach took her hand and held it tight. Cameron went and stood a little behind the other two.
Waverly looked at Brolach when he stiffened. “What’s the matter?” she asked quietly.
“They’re hybrids. Half vampire and half werewolf like me.”
She gazed at the two new arrivals and then back at Brolach. She sucked in a breath. Could it be? Both the man and woman had some shared features with her mate, right down to the same colored hair and eyes. She’d thought there was a chance there was only one other hybrid out there, but two?
The man and woman walked closer and stopped a few feet away. The man spoke again. “That’s right. We are hybrids. And you, Brolach, are our brother. We’ve been searching for you for a very, very long time.”
Chapter Six
Brolach stared at the two hybrids, knowing the male had told the truth. They were his siblings. A werewolf’s scent was made up of a component that marked them as an individual as well as one that all his or her family shared. The newcomers had that, and matched his. Plus, they had the family blood tie that vampires had.
“How can there be two of you?” he asked.
“They’re twins,” Waverly said.
The male smiled and nodded. “Correct. I’m Torger and this is our sister, Kaisa.”
“Those were my parents’ names,” Brolach said.
Torger nodded. “Before we continue this conversation, I think it best if we go to a place where we won’t be overheard.”
Waverly spoke up before he could answer. She looked at Brolach. “You can take them to our house. I’ll give you the keys before you leave.”
He didn’t miss the fact she’d called the house theirs instead of just hers. He shook his head. “I won’t need the keys. You’re coming with us. You’re my mate, even though I haven’t claimed you yet. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be there with me.”
Waverly went up on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss. “All right. Wait out here. I’ll make up some excuse for us leaving early that my dad will believe. He shouldn’t mind since we only have a couple hours left on our shift, anyway.”
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