This is a sequel to "Wolf's Pet Chapters. 31 and 32." If you haven't read them yet, then this really will make no sense at all.
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"Are you really OK with Troy and Danielle coming with us?" Trey was worried about Rebecca's state of mind right now. With everything that had happened to her in the last few months he didn't want her to feel crowded by having other people around during such a sensitive procedure. He was glad to have his brother meeting them, but was she glad about it? He couldn't help but smile while he watched her combing her long hair. It was an amazing blond color. It reminded him of corn silk, the color and the feel of it. He loved running her hair through his fingers. He wondered how it would feel on a few other parts of his anatomy. That thought made him smile wickedly.
"I'm more than OK, I'm really kind of relieved. I was worried what you'd do while I was sedated, but now I know you'll have Troy." She stopped combing, her hands still in her hair as she looked at the Werewolf that would soon be her mate. "I love you Trey, I don't know what I would do if I woke up and something had happened to you." She took a deep breath and held it for a moment. She didn't even want those kinds of thoughts in her head. She closed her eyes and shook her head to send the thoughts away.
Trey quickly crossed the motel room and got on his knees in front of her. His hands rested on her thighs and he looked up into her hazel eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to me. Don't you worry about that. But I'm glad you're happy they're coming with us to San Francisco. After you're recovered from the surgery, we can take some time and sight see if you're up to it. I've never been to the coast. Once we've mated, I doubt we'll have much of a chance to come west again." He couldn't take his eyes away from hers. Whenever he looked into them he knew they would be together always.
Her hands covered his and she squeezed them tight. She couldn't believe that she felt this way about a man in such a short time. She'd never been able to connect with men. But, then again, she was destined to be mates with a Werewolf, and she didn't think she'd met many previously. Her newly learned family history certainly explained some of her grandmother's strange behavior when Rebecca was a little girl. So many things were coming into place with the knowledge she had now. "I'd really like that. Carr won't mind us being gone a while?" She knew the Alpha would be the one to decide for sure.
"Nah, right now he has so much on his mind with the Council and the Panthers, Troy and I aren't a big concern. Besides, we still have time on our leave of absence from the Police Department. Might as well use it doing something fun right?" He smiled up at her and inhaled deeply, her scent of vanilla and apples flooding his brain. He closed his eyes to savor it. He opened them when he felt her warm hand on his cheek.
"What does that do to you? I mean my scent, what does it do to you?" She cocked her head as she looked down at him. She knew it must be something primal. She couldn't wait until she really understood it, after they were mated.
"I can't explain it other than that it drives me wild." And with that he pulled her down off the chair to sit on the floor with him. His arms encircled her and he drew her close, his nose buried in her neck, right where the scent was strongest, where her pulse beat steadily. He flicked his tongue out to taste her and felt her shiver in his arms. She giggled but didn't try to move away. He pulled back for a moment, but just long enough to stroke her face and capture her lips with his. She tasted so good, he hoped he could control his wolf. The full moon was so close and his wolf wanted to take his mate!
Rebecca shivered as she felt his kiss. She arched up into his body, baring her neck further. His lips left her mouth and she felt his teeth graze her skin and she could hold back her gasp. She could smell how much this excited her. She heard his quick intake of breath and knew he smelled it too. His arms were tighter around her and she could feel the bulge of his cock through his pants. She struggled to free her hands from his grasp and used them to feel the hardness underneath his clothes. Now she heard him gasp. She smiled to herself. She had some power in this relationship too.
Trey's lips moved down her neck to her chest. He carefully began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, knowing she wanted this as much as he did. She pushed up into his hands, and he grinned. "Want something?" He stopped what he was doing and waited.
Her voice was low, husky, breathy. "Please Trey, touch me, don't stop." She was going to finish unbuttoning on her own but he stopped her, bringing her hands back to his lap.
"I'll do my job if you do yours." He whispered it and finished the sentence with a quick flick of the tongue into her ear. Her entire body trembled under his. He began to open her blouse and kissed each collar bone, then down the middle of her chest, between her breasts. Her bra clasped in the front and he quickly had it undone and pushed it off. Her breasts were just perfect for him, his large hands could cup them and they fit like they were meant for him. He stroked her pale skin, watching the nipples harden and the darker aureolas pucker.
She laid underneath him, wanting to feel his touch so badly. "Please, Trey, please." She couldn't even think enough to be able to say much more. Normally she was talkative, but right now, all she could think was she didn't want him to stop.
He bent his head and gently took a hard nipple into his mouth, and sucked. He put an arm around her back to hold her tighter and sucked harder as he felt her response. His other hand found her other breast, fondling it, fingering the other nipple. There was so much he wanted to do right now. His brain was on fire with her scent, her vanilla and apple, as well as the proof of her arousal. He needed to taste her. He had to taste her.
Her hands fumbled at his jeans, trying to unbutton them and release his cock. Up until now, they had tried to control themselves, not wanting to lose control and mate before Rebecca was ready emotionally. But she was ready now and they couldn't. But they could do everything up to the bite. This was the first time they had really been alone. Rebecca wondered if maybe that was the reason she felt so ready. There were no interruptions, no patrols for Trey to be on, no games with his brother, no meetings, nothing, just the two of them.
The knock on the door startled them both. Trey whipped his head around, the growl coming from his chest, deep and menacing. Rebecca fumbled with her bra and blouse, trying to get herself back together.
"It's us bro. Thanks for the welcome." Troy was laughing as he and Danielle waited for the door to open. He looked at his soon to be mate and held her hand tight. He was really glad she'd thought of going with them to San Francisco. He couldn't imagine waiting at the compound for his brother. They'd never been separated since birth, almost a hundred years.