“As much as that idea appeals to me, I wouldn’t want others to see you so I can understand why you don’t want others to see you bite me. It is intimate and under normal circumstances I would not have done that here.”
“I know,” she told him with a smile, “but I’m glad you did. It’s calmed your wolf.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “He definitely feels more secure with you at the moment.”
“Are you going to lose it again?”
Fane knew she was teasing, but the truth was he didn’t know. It was a possibility and so he wouldn’t lie to her.
“I don’t know.”
She kissed him gently before stepping back, but keeping hold of his hand.
“Okay, we will cross that bridge when we get there,” she shrugged then as she turned to pull him towards the others, “or fall off.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence babe,” he muttered.
Jacque laughed, “If worse comes to worse I’ll just have to let you ravish me like a caveman.”
Fane growled, “Don’t tempt me.”
The others were waiting for them just over a hill. The camp had been packed up and they were ready to be on the move again.
“Did you finally give in and just let him have his way with you, Red?” Jen asked, with a wicked grin.
Decebel, who had an arm wrapped around her, pulled her tighter and growled.
“Relax B. You’ll get your roll in the hay soon.”
Decebel leaned down and nipped her neck sharply. “You’re writing checks, Jennifer.”
“Yeah, yeah… that I can’t cash. I get it, but maybe rough is what I’m aiming for Dec, ever think about that?” She rounded on him and raised a single eye brow in challenge.
“You really want to do this now?” He growled at her.
“Good grief,” Peri groaned, as she rubbed her forehead. “The Great Luna, save us from horny, dominant werewolves, and the mates that are determined to push them over the edge they are precariously perched on.”
Vasile stepped forward so that he stood where he could see the whole group. He let his power loose and watched as one by one the wolves dropped to their knees; all except Decebel and Gavril. Gavril willingly went to his knees of his own choice, but Decebel remained standing.
“I know you all are feeling a bit territorial with your mates. I understand that you feel the need to connect with them, to reestablish your claim and bond, but you are not pups to be ruled by your needs and desires. You will pull yourselves together, you will hold it together until we are safe, and you have a private room to lose it. Are we clear?”
Rumbles of agreement met his waiting stare and after several moments of Vasile’s intense gaze, he pulled his power in and let them up.
Some of the tension that had been growing between the males abated, though not completely.
“Okay, let me catch you up to speed,” Peri began speaking. “The Great Luna had the Fae council send out the call to the packs. She is not asking politely for you all to unite, she is demanding it. They should already be gathering and hopefully by the time we make it back to the mansion they will be there and in one piece.”
Vasile rubbed his brow as worry seeped into him. “Skender is in charge right now, and though he is dominant, he is no match for an Alpha, let alone eleven of them.”
“Skender is diplomatic, Vasile,” Decebel assured him. “He can keep the peace. Not to mention, Dillon Jacobs will be there. He is levelheaded and smart, and should be able to curb any violence.”
Vasile let out a deep breath and though he knew Decebel’s words to be true, he also knew that Alpha’s didn’t mix, no matter how levelheaded or diplomatic they might be.
“We need to move quickly,” Peri continued. “Mona is going to learn of your escape soon enough and she will not let it go unanswered. She knows that we are in these mountains and she will use anything she can to take us out.
“Well, let‘s quit wasting time here trying to kill each other and get a move on.” Elle surprised them all with her sudden candor.
Sorin smiled at his mate. “Feeling feisty?”