“I…I need to get going. I haven’t fed the dogs today and…” I got to my feet, hoping to Christ I hadn’t stained my jeans yet. Jaz looked at me in concern, but Greta just nodded.
“Consider going to Beth and Rob’s.” She ignored Jai’s low growl. “This young hothead won’t like it, but it might be for the best. They’d love to help you through this courtship, and Rob’s more than strong enough to put my son on his arse if he needs it. But if you decide for Jai, formalise the mating bond before your heat strikes. You want to do that with a clear head. The heat is all mindless desire. Don’t let it make decisions for you.”
She turned to look up at her son.
“And you, my boy. I’ll always love you. Be the man I know you to be and give the girl time. If you truly love her, that’s what you’d do. Let her find her way to you.”
I was thankful for Jai hustling us towards his ute, not letting the usually protracted goodbyes that were de rigueur with the pack hold us back. He checked I was strapped in before throwing the car in gear and taking off down the driveway with a squeal of tyres.
“You’re needing, aren’t you?” he asked, shooting me a look, his eyes trailing down my body to stop at my groin.
“Fuck, have I made a mess of my jeans? Did your family see?”
“Not yet. It’s not that bad, but I could smell we needed to get you out of there. They think these rules work so well, but would you want to be dripping for me at Beth’s, at Mum’s?” I let out a little whimper of distress. “Better to be with me, love. I’ll take care of you.”
I fidgeted all the way home, unable to sit still, and felt like I was constantly seeping slick, my clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
“It’ll be OK, Shan,” he said, putting a hand on my thigh, which was a mistake.
“Mmm…” I purred in response to the warm weight and spread my thighs, the centre seam of my jeans cutting in right where I needed it. His hand slid up almost reluctantly, but I just nodded, watching him try to keep his eyes on the road and off me, and loving each time he lost. We roared up the driveway to his place, and I almost cried out when he pulled his hand off me to jump out the car and open the gate, the dogs running up to say hello. Then he was back in the cab, staring at me for way too long as I undulated against the car seat, before driving up and parking the car.
“C’mon, love,” he said, appearing at my door and taking me in his arms. I clung to him like a limpet on a rock, desperate for that musky, masculine scent to fill my nose and then something else to fill me. He deposited me at the bedroom door, slamming his mouth down on mine in the next moment. My back hit the doorframe, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was him.
He sucked on my bottom lip so I could feel the points of his fangs, his fingers sliding under my shirt hem.
“Take this off,” he growled. “I need to take care of you.”
“And what about you?” I asked, feeling oddly shy when I rubbed the front of his jeans. My cunt pulsed weakly, wanting to be filled and aching when I wasn’t.
“You want to…? You don’t have to. I can rub one out later.”
“I want you to feel as good as you make me feel, Jai.”
His hand slammed into the door frame above my head, and I heard an ominous creak in the wood.
“Clothes off, before I rip them off you,” he growled, then turned away, pulling something out of the cupboard. I watched him spread a crackling top sheet over the bed with a frown, but that was soon wiped away as he jerked his T-shirt up off his head. He saw me watching with a smile, then his eyes followed mine to the bed. “Every pack man worth his salt has a stash of them,” he said. “Keeps the bed dry, makes you feel comfortable enough to let loose.”
His eyes scoured my body, taking in my heaving chest and my trashed jeans with a hungry look. If I could have gone back in time and told teenage me it was