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Chapter 23
I can see the way his head turns, mouth slightly parting in an easy smile. It gives me feelings deep down in my stomach that makes me want to reach out and touch him.
Even though my stomach is full, I hunger for something else. My chest rumbles inside; it’s
udden, without warning. I look back up; his eyes haven’t left mine. The table is hushed. I’m mortified now. Getting up, I go to the sink and start to do the dishes.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble to everyone.
It’s like I’m so malnourished from being so alone for so long, he has something that can satisfy me. I want to let myself indulge in him…
My father gets up, grumbling that he needs some air. Dallas is right behind him. The mates of my sisters practically run out. I can see them through the kitchen window, standing by the fire. Dallas, with his hands by his side, eyes my father, my sisters‘ mates surrounding him. Shoulder back, head held high. I try to turn my ears their way to listen in on what they’re saying to each other.
My father looks at the lake, nods his head yes, wiping away at his eye. A long discussion with hand gestures and posturing toward Dallas. He holds himself still, listening as they all give him something that’s on their minds. Dallas nods in agreement with everything they
say.
“How long have you been interested in him?” Her voice hits my back with my sisters standing behind her.
“I’m not.”
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“Don’t lie. We always can tell when you’re lying. We just let you believe that we’re tricked. by your words.” That takes my breath away with her truth.
“I just think that he’s nice.” The plate in my hand almost falls back into the soapy water.
“Has he met his mate yet?” There was a hint of sadness in her voice.
“She died.” They all inhale a breath.
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“So he’s free to be claimed.”
“Mother, I have a mate.
“Who doesn’t want you.” It’s spit out by my sister. Her disgust for him rolls off her body: powerful waves of contempt.
Looking out the window, I can see that my father is shaking hands with Dallas, along with buty sisters‘ mates. Giant grins are on all their faces.
“What pack is he from?”
“I never asked. All I know is that his mate died and he’s here. That’s it. I don’t want to talk about this again.” Turning to look at my mother, I let her know this conversation is over.
My mother goes to open her mouth again. “Stop, Mom.”
The males enter the house, Dallas giving me a once–over before looking away.
“Time for presents!” my sister cheers.
Bags are placed in front of me, and everyone watches as I open gifts bought with love. Each one has a special meaning to the buy. I feel overwhelmed with emotion. I don’t need the presents; I just need this. How it is right now, in this moment… this is the best feeling.
Dallas sits close to me on the couch, not touching, just there beside me. I can feel the heat of him soaking into my skin, and a shiver passes through me. This is how Clayton must feel with Kennedy beside him. This is how he must constantly feel by her presence, a constant state of arousal.
My family stays well into the night, laughing and telling Dallas stories of when I was a small pup. My mother tells him I was born in the month of abundance, that I’m a giver, always giving what I had to others. It starts with a yawn by my father, stating he needs to get to bed, that he’s too old to stay up so late. My sisters follow, leaving Dallas, who doesn’t look too keen to go anywhere except where he’s sitting.
My stomach is fluttering to be all alone with this male wolf.
Chapter 23
“Do you want anything else to drink or eat?” I’m at the sink, putting away the dry dishes
“No, I’m fine.” His voice has dropped lower. He’s standing right behind me now. I hold onto the sink with my hands to steady myself. I can feel him taking the hair tie that binds my braid. He doesn’t say a word. His nose rests against my head, inhaling. He unravel my hair: it’s loose, wavy. His fingers start to run through it. This is the first time a male has groomed me. Strong fingers run through the pale blond hair, my scalp is tingling
His warm breath tickles behind my ear, then the softest kiss is placed on my neck. The collar of my red shirt is pulled to expose the skin of my shoulder. He tastes me with his tongue. My legs are going to give out; I can feel it.
“Rya.” His hand on my hip turns me to face him.
It’s slow motion glorious the way he steps into me…the way his male body brings quivers to my skin. Soft lips brush against my cheekbone, a nip to my jawline. I can feel his head pull away just enough for our eyes to meet. He doesn’t let me have time to decide; he decides for me. His lips are gentle against mine. A hint of tongue glides out against my mouth. I move my mouth with his lead, hands wrapping around his neck, pulling myself into him. A rumble deep inside of him shakes me. I’m shaking.
