‘You gonna check on Kristen while you’re gone?’
He growls at me and clenches his jaw.
‘Just fuckin’ stop, Devon. I’ll be back with Zoe in a minute. Don’t fuckin go anywhere… please.’ He sounds tired and sick of all this. Well, that makes two of us. I lie on his bed and curl up with my arm on top. I must nod off because I wake up and Zoe is checking my arm out. She has a smirk on her face and keeps looking over to Jared, who’s back to pacing.
‘What’s up with you?’ I ask a smile in my voice. She shakes her head, rolling her eyes to look at Jared.
‘You did a number on that little skank. She was in bad shape when you left.’
‘Good.’ I smirk a little too. Then she jabs me with a needle I didn’t even notice her holding. It was like a sneak attack. ‘Have you already patched her up?’
‘Hell no. She can wait. She’ll be lucky if I see too her at all after what she did to you.’ I want to hug her so bad at that moment, but she has a needle in my skin so it would be a little awkward.
‘Zoe, you’re the best’ I tell her grinning.
‘Hell, yeah, bitches over stitches!’
I howl laughing. When I calm down enough, I ask, ‘So does she need a lot of stitches?’
‘Yep, she’ll need a fuck load, and it’ll be a damn shame if she heals before she gets em.’ We giggle. I don’t feel bad one bit and it’s good to know that at least Zoe has my back even if Jared doesn’t.
When Zoe is done, I’m hoping Devon has calmed the fuck down. I approach her when Zoe closes the door, trying to gauge her mood. Her arm already looks a lot better for being patched up, but it must still hurt. I’m raging at Kristen, and if it were up to me right now I would have happily let Devon take her out, but with the way my dad is being over the whole fucking Kristen and me thing, he would have seen it as Devon taking her out so his orders couldn’t be followed. I couldn’t have that. I wanted his consent, and I know damn well that if she’d have killed her without his order, the shit would hit the fan— even more so because she wouldn’t have her own pack to back her up. He’s already suspicious about her being here with no affiliation to a pack. We should have been contacted, told that she was coming into our territory. But that’s how packs work, and she doesn’t have one.
As I approach, her jaw is set as she grits her teeth. Okay. So still mad.
‘Baby, don't do this. Don’t let her come between us. Can we please just move past this?’
‘That guy in the café—how did he make you feel?’ she blurts.
I shake my head in confusion. Where the fuck is she going with this?
‘What’s that got to do—’
‘Just answer the question, Jared.’ I take a moment to choose the right words. One wrong one could send her fucking running again.
‘I wanted to break his face, and make him regret even looking at you,’ I sigh shrugging my shoulders. Her eyebrows raise, and she has this little pout on her face. It’s cute, but it’s smug as all hell.
‘Exactly, Jared. You wanted to cause him pain when he had just made a small AND unwanted play toward me, so how do you think I feel, knowing that she wants you, and has HAD you and that she’s meant to be with you?’
‘Just because my dad wants it doesn’t mean it’s meant to be, Devon. Don’t twist that shit.’
‘My point still remains.’
She has a fucking point. If the boot were on the other foot, I would have killed that motherfucker dead the first time I saw him. I take a deep breath, resigned to the fact I’m not winning this argument because she is right.
‘Baby, if I were in your situation, I would have killed him. I get that, I do. But in a pack, you cannot kill another pack member without facing the consequences. It just doesn’t fly. There are rules, and we have to stick by them. If I were alpha, it would be a different story, but I have to answer to my father, and he is still unhappy about this whole business. If we want to make it work in the pack together, then we gotta play by pack rules, baby.’ So far so good. She’s letting me sit beside her on the bed, and as I reach up to cup her face she leans into my touch. Phew.
‘I was so mad, Jared. I don’t even know what I was thinking, to be honest. I got carried away, and I wanted to kill her,’ her voice squeaks up a notch at the end like she’s trying to hold back tears.
‘Baby, I understand.’
‘No, Jared. I would have killed her…’ She looks a little pale like she might throw up.
‘Devon, you okay?’
She jumps up suddenly and rushes into the bathroom and throws up. I follow and hold her hair back as she slaps at my chest, mumbling for me to leave the room. I rub at her back and ignore her. When she’s done, I get a glass and rinse it out before filling and handing it to her as she rinses.
‘You didn’t need to see that. I’m sorry. I feel gross,’ she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
‘You sick?’
She shakes her head at me. ‘No, apparently, almost killing someone, turns my stomach.’
I hadn’t even thought about that. Shit. I have to keep reminding myself that she isn’t like me.
‘C’mere.’ I push the seat down on the loo and sit, bringing her onto my lap.
‘Baby, it’s in our nature, and sometimes it happens. Don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?’
‘I was mad that you stopped me from ending a life, Jared—that’s not normal.’
She was clearly not used to embracing her wolf side.
‘Baby, I promise. It’s not abnormal among wolves, and it will not be the last time you feel like that.’ Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say because her face goes pale and harsh.
‘Maybe not if I have to stay around that skank much longer.’ She pulls out of my grip and stands to look in the mirror. She pushes her hair behind her ears then grabs her toothbrush and brushes for about five fucking minutes. I stay quiet. I’d only make shit worse, best to keep schtum. I wait till she’s done and then follow her out to the bedroom. Is she talking to me? Or have we gone right back to the original argument? Fuck if I can understand how women’s minds work! I’ll just tread carefully and hope for the best.
‘You ready to crash?’ Maybe if I can just get her under the sheets, I can get her all relaxed and no longer thinking about Kristen.
‘I guess so,’ is her answer. I get naked and climb in the bed, patting her side with a smile on my face. She gets undressed, but it’s far from sexy. She clearly needs some persuasion. In a huff, she undresses with her back to me, leaves her knickers on, and before I get a glimpse of her sweet little tits she throws my t-shirt on before she climbs in the bed and pulls the duvet up to her chin. Yeah, I’m still in the proverbial doghouse. I want to hold her so fucking bad, and I don’t know what reaction I’m going to get. Ah well, I’m done playing this game. I shift closer and pull her into me. Her back to my chest, being careful I don’t hurt her arm, I slide my arms around her so her head rests on my right arm and my left is over her waist. She doesn’t complain. But I don’t push my luck. I lay there with a hard on instead, sticking my ass as far out as I can manage so I don’t poke her ass with it. Fuck, she might rip it off and feed it to me, the mood she’s in.
I wake up to the light streaming in through the bottom of the curtains.
Devon’s still sleeping. She’s so fucking cute. She doesn’t snore at all—she’s that quiet I used to check her breathing when we first started sleeping together. Her face scrunches though, in a little pout. We’re still tangled up, and I want to kiss her lips, so fucking much. I’m worried that she might still be pissed at me. Ah, fuck it. I kiss her anyway—just a chaste peck. She stirs a little but not enough, so I kiss her a little harder, lingering this time. She moans and my dick stands at attention, ready to go to work. I lick at her lips, encouraging her to open up for me. I feel the change, and I know she’s awake when her arms come up around my neck and she moans—all sleepy and sexy as hell. I push my tongue in, and she matches my eagerness.
She isn’t fully awake, but she’s going with it. Maybe I’m forgiven. Or maybe she’s just forgotten she’s annoyed at my ass. Either way, this is happening, and I’m hoping that we can just start the day fresh. Forget all the shit that went down last night. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she starts grinding herself against me. Fuck, yeah. I push my hand in between us and work her clit through her knickers, making her whimper. God, I fucking love that sound. By the time she opens her eyes completely, I’ve got her knickers off, and I’m pushing inside her. I go slowly, knowing I haven’t really had a chance to get her ready for me. I don’t want to risk foreplay just in case she changes her mind and remembers she is pissed at me. I’m a fucking pussy when it comes to her. I slide in easily.
‘Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.’
She doesn’t answer, just makes little mewling noises that turn me the fuck on. I can’t keep the pace slow like I intended. I wanted to ease her awake and make love to her, but my dick has other ideas, my hips piston in and out in and out like a fucking teenager chasing his first orgasm. I can’t get enough of her, and after lying next to her all night with wood, I am a desperate man. Devon doesn’t seem to mind though—she’s thrusting her hips up to meet mine, and we’re in sync. ‘God, I fuckin’ love you, baby.’
She’s panting now she’s on the brink. I lift her leg at the knee, getting a deeper angle. A few more thrusts and she goes over, biting her lip to keep the noise down. Fuck that. ‘Don’t hold it in baby,’ I grunt against her ear, barely able to get the words out myself. My dick is squeezed so tight as she comes. It’s fucking beautiful to watch as her eyes almost roll back and her mouth drops open as the sweetest sound escapes her. Her pussy is milking my dick. The tightness has me growing even bigger as I’m about to blow. I grunt and thrust, grunt and thrust. The muscles in my neck and jaw go tight as I blow my load. The sound that comes out of me starts somewhere deep and keeps coming until I collapse on top of her. Fuck me, that was intense. Our breathing is heavy, and our eyes lock. A smile spreads across her face.
‘Good morning,’ she says her eyes twinkling.
‘Fuck, yeah it is,’ I pant out. I kiss her, holding my weight on my elbows. Then I turn us on our side, not breaking our connection.
‘Can we stay like this?’ she asks. I don’t think she’s referring to our position, more about ignoring the shit storm we have to eventually face.
‘All day, baby,’ I tell her, and she squeezes my dick, tensing her pussy muscles. Knowing damn well what I was referring to. I growl, and it makes her laugh. I tickle her, and she squeals for me to stop. She’s laughing so hard she can barely catch her breath—she’s fucking beautiful. All the while, I’m still inside her, and before I know it I’m making slow, sweet love to her just like I’d planned the first time.
Our peace is broken though when Brad—being fucking Brad—hammers on the door.
‘Stop what yo doin’ ‘cause I’m comin’ in.’
‘Fuck off.’
‘No!’ We both shout at him at the same time, which makes Devon start to giggle again. But obviously Brad doesn’t listen, and the door flies open. He’s in the doorway, bare-chested, flexing. Fucking flexing—posing like a body builder. I stare at him questioningly.
‘What are you doing, fuckwit?’
‘Just showing you a bit of healthy competition, Jared, that’s all.’
I laugh at his stupid ass doing different poses and look around for something to throw at his head. The only thing on hand is my phone or a glass from the bedside table. Before I’ve made a decision on which would hurt the most, Devon launches her pillow across the room, and it smacks him square in the face. Brad composes himself, plucking a feather from one of his cornrows and has the audacity to look hurt.
‘Devon! I’m shocked—who knew you could be so violent?’ he says snickering. I feel her tense beside me, and her mood instantly plummets. Smooth move, asshole. Wrapping the top sheet around herself she gets up and goes into the bathroom. If looks could kill Brad would be dead. I glare fucking death his way. He suddenly isn’t having so much fun as he catches my mood.
‘Something I said?’ he asks half-serious, half-not. I shake my head at him, pulling on some joggers. I walk over and prod him in his fucking chest.
‘Nice, asshole. I’ve worked hard all morning to make her feel better about yesterday, and in one fuckin’ minute you walk in and ruin it.’
‘Why does she feel bad? Not like Kristen didn’t ask for it…’ I look up to the ceiling hoping to find some fucking patience.
‘Because, dickhead, that was her first rodeo. She’s never had a fight as a wolf, fuck, before yesterday, she’d never been on a group run. Why’d you have to open your big fuckin’ mouth? What do you want anyway?’
‘Oh, well fuck you too, cum splash. How was I supposed to know? You’re always holed up in here, fucking or sleeping. I never know what’s going on anymore.’
‘Naaww. Is poor Bradley feeling neglected? I’m sorry, piss stain. I miss you too.’ I tell him, wrestling him into a headlock and rubbing my knuckles along his scalp between his corn braids. He fucking hates it. And I know it. So it’s something I always do. He fights me, trying to get his head loose, but I’m locked in and raring to go. Till he grabs my nuts. I soon let him go, and he’s howling with laughter as I’m bent over double from the pain, and wanting to chuck up. Bastard. He’ll pay for that when he least expects it. He turns to leave, then stops as I pick my head up from between my knees.
‘Oh yeah, yah dad's on his way,’ he says with a smile on his face. He clearly doesn’t realise the seriousness of that fact.
‘Fuck you, shit head.’ I tell him. He turns, acting like he’s pulling something out of his pocket, then flips me the bird like that’s what he pulled out. I laugh. I can’t help it. When he’s gone, I close the door and tap on the bathroom door. The shower’s running, so I know she’s naked hot and wet. Just how I like her. I try the door. It's locked. Telling me to stay the fuck out. Fuckin’, Brad. I lie back on the bed and wait. When she eventually comes out, she’s dressed, and her hair is tied up. Ready for the day. As she picks her clothes up from the floor and stuffs them into her bag, I have to wonder if she’s running again. When will this stop?
‘What’s the plan for the day?’ I ask her, waiting for her to tell me she’s leaving. She shrugs her shoulders.
‘Nothing beyond going to work.’
‘You’re at work again today? I thought you had it off?’
‘Well you thought wrong.’ I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. No one told me finding your mate and falling in love was also mental fucking torture. I’m getting sick of this shit fast. It’s like having Jekyll and Hyde for a girlfriend.
‘What the fuck have I done now? Please tell me, Devon, ‘cause I have no fuckin’ clue! One minute we’re in bed, happy as pigs in shit, the next I’m getting the cold shoulder and you’re fuckin’ leaving. What gives?’ I stand in front of the door with my arms folded and a scowl on my face. This ends now. I’m not moving till we have this shit lay bare.
‘I have to be at work, Jared, in…’ she looks at her phone. ‘half an hour.’ Well, this was gonna take more than half a fucking hour, so sorry, shit outta luck.
‘Oh no, you wanna walk out on me—you start explaining, ‘cause you ain’t going nowhere while we’ve got shit to sort through.’
‘Jared?’
‘Devon?’ I say it back like a question. I’ll play this silly game all day long. I don’t give a fuck about that job. I don’t like it anyway. Throwing her bag to the floor, she mumbles some shit under her breath. Not sure, but I think it was something like motherfucking men. And she stomps her way back to sit on the bed. Okay, progress.
‘Jared, I’m not walking out on you. I’m going to work—there’s a difference.’
‘If you leave while we’ve got shit to sort through, that’s you walking out.’
‘Oh, so if we have a disagreement, the rest of my life has to go on hold until you’re satis
fied?’
‘Don’t twist my words,’ I say that, but in reality, she’s right. I know that’s an asshole move, but I’m an asshole.
‘Jared, I have to go to work. I don’t want to be late.’
I can see she’s put up her fucking barriers again. Her face is devoid of emotion, and it just sets to piss me off.
‘You know what? We’re not leaving this fuckin’ room until you tell me what’s crawled up your ass since you got up out of bed.’
‘Jesus Christ, Jared, please can we not do this again?’
‘Do what? Tell me what you don’t wanna discuss, Devon!’
She sighs in defeat and puts her head in her hands.
‘Jared, you don’t understand how hard this is for me. It’s a lot to take in. The pack the rules—the fact that I’m up against it before I’ve even started…’
I get on my knees in front of her.
‘Baby, everything is going to be okay, I promise. You’re not alone in this. I’m with you every step of the way. It’s overwhelming right now because it's new, but it won’t always be this way. Just please give it time—don’t run.’ I’m almost begging again. It’s like I’ve grown a vagina, but fuck if I can help it. She annoys the fuck out of me, but at the same time, she makes me feel like nothing else even matters but her and me. I’ve gone soft.
‘Jared, I know and it’s not us, it’s everything around us. I just don’t want to feel like this. I hate it. I’ve never been jealous, and I’ve always had to keep my temper locked up, and if I’m honest it felt good too good to let it out. I don’t want to be that person, Jared.’ I take a breath and think about what I want to say next.
‘Listen, baby. What you have just explained to me is your wolf side coming to the forefront. You and me, we’re a bonded couple—feeling jealous will be instinctual when it comes to each other. It will ease over time I’m sure, but this is all new to me too, baby. I’ve never been in this position before either, and honestly, I feel like ripping every guy’s head off just for being in the same vicinity as you. But, baby, I have to control it.’
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