A Grey Wolves Howliday (The Grey Wolves #14) - Quinn Loftis Page 0,30

to love.”

Oh, his precious mate. She protected her heart as fiercely as she protected those she loved. “You’re mine to love. You’re mine to care for. You’re mine to protect. And I am yours, made for you alone, to love you exactly as you need to be loved. Hush and let me show you just how much I love you.”

She didn’t argue with him. She rarely did when they were in bed. This is where his Jennifer blossomed under his dominance. It was where she let go of her need to be in control and her duty to ensure everyone and everything was taken care of. Instead, she let him have full control.

“Am I really that bad outside of our bedroom?” Her voice was slightly breathless.

“We’re both still learning what it is to be equals in our relationship, while still having specific roles. We have strengths and weaknesses, Jennifer. I love you when you submit to me, and I love you when you fight with me. I love you, every part of you. Stop worrying, baby. Stop thinking. Just let me give you what you need.”

“You.” She gave him a sexy smile.

“Exactly.”

“And what do you need?” Her voice was husky with desire.

“You, Jennifer. Only, ever, always, you.” Decebel kissed her deeply, cutting off anything else she might have said. Then he began to let his hands roam, effectively shutting off any thoughts that might have attempted to distract her. He kept her focused on him while he showed her why he was created for her and her alone.

Chapter 5

“On the fifth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me five satisfied smiles, four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.

No, I don’t know why there weren’t more than five satisfied smiles after the mutiny from the males, and for once I’m going to mind my own business … and if you buy that, I’ve got some oceanfront property for sale in Arizona you really need to take a look at.” ~Jen

Once again everyone gathered in the kitchen for the required daily celebration committee meeting. Jacque sat in front of Slate’s highchair, feeding him his favorite jar of baby food—sweet potatoes—while Thia sat in her highchair beside them picking up handfuls of green beans and shoving them into her mouth. Jacque looked at the girl and shook her head. “That’s super attractive, Thia. Keep that up and you’ll totally be beating the boys off with a stick.”

“There will be no boys around to beat,” Decebel rumbled as he leaned down and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. Though his voice was gruff, he seemed much more relaxed, as did most everyone else in the room. Jacque smirked to herself. She noticed, though, that Sorin, Lucian, Gavril, and Wadim didn’t have the same lightheartedness the other males showed. That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Sorin, Lucian, and Gavril weren’t typically talkative, and they showed little emotion unless dealing directly with their mates. Wadim … that was a little different. He was one of the more relaxed wolves in the pack. Jacque glanced at Zara and noticed the girl concentrating much harder than necessary to make a sandwich. Wadim stood behind her, his own sandwich in hand, staring at her back as if willing her to turn around.

Zara suddenly growled at the mustard bottle as she tried to squeeze it out and nothing but little splattered droplets came out. Wadim stepped forward and gently took it from her hand. He pressed close to her and leaned down. His lips moved next to her ear, and he spoke, but there was too much surrounding chatter for Jacque to hear. Not that she had any right to hear what he was saying to his mate. But the new alpha female was finding it hard not to worry about the other females in her pack, especially the ones she was close to.

“They’re fine, Luna.” Fane’s voice filled her mind.

“She doesn’t seem fine.” Jacque put another spoonful of sweet potatoes in Slate’s open mouth.

“You have to remember that their situation is quite a bit different than the rest of ours. Their bonding process has been slower, and rightfully so.”

He was right. Zara had been through hell at the hands of the vampires. The Great Luna had known what she was doing when she made Wadim her mate. He was incredibly gentle with her, but not in a patronizing way. He was patient, playful, and loving. They balanced each