A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,69
his room and gave both his aunt and mother a bright smile. “Good morning.”
His bedroom door was still open from when he’d thrown it aside to save Elaine in the shower. He nodded to his mother and aunt, not about to say a word, moved Elaine into his room, and shut the door.
“Omigod, could that have been any more embarrassing?” Elaine whispered as she slipped a pair of jeans on under her towel, her cheeks crimson. “After they saw us both wearing only towels in my guest room, there was no way to rectify the situation.”
Since she was an alpha, Elaine had reacted in a way that he should have expected: in his mother’s face with a “get used to it” attitude.
He was much more the diplomat, trying to smooth situations over that had gotten a wee bit out of hand. Not Elaine. He loved her for it.
“Think nothing of it, lass,” he said, not about to mention that his mother and aunt had to have heard what sounded like his mating with Elaine.
With wry amusement, he was surprised to see Elaine so shy with him now, or perhaps she was afraid someone would come knocking at the door and confront him about what had just occurred.
He jerked off his towel and headed for the bathroom to shave. He was one satisfied wolf. He reminded himself that Elaine had been alone for years. That meant he had to do everything in his power to make her feel at home with his pack, family to his kin, and satisfied that she’d chosen him for her mate above all others.
Still, a vague worry continued to plague him concerning Flynn. Why had his cousin felt that the need for Cearnach to mate with Elaine was so pressing that he would harass her like he had?
Cearnach was certain Flynn knew something was wrong, and it all had to do with Elaine and keeping her safe.
Chapter 17
Cearnach had a devil of a time leaving his bathroom and dressing in his bedchamber, while Elaine watched him as if she was starving for more loving, a saucy smile in her expression. His gaze had to have been just as interested as she pulled the soft, pale blue sweater she was wearing down over her bare breasts. He was thinking of pushing it back up and tasting the treats poking at the fabric even now.
“Hurry up, Cearnach.” She smiled at him in the most devilish way. “If you dress any slower, you’re going to forget that we were headed for the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.”
A bite to eat. He wanted more of her. One little taste would start a craving in him that couldn’t be satisfied.
“Remember, I didn’t have any supper because I was too tired to eat the delightful stew Heather and Shelley made for us last night.”
He sighed and took her hand. “Let’s go before I forget I have chores to do today and decide to take the afternoon off to spend with my mate. You do realize we have to get married now.”
She frowned a little, not as though she was concerned, but more pondering the notion as if she hadn’t considered it. He kissed her cheek. “Remember when I told you at Calla’s wedding that nobility have to get married to carry the title to the next generation.”
Then she smiled at him, more amused than anything. “Is that a proposal?”
He chuckled. “I guess I could have worded that a little differently.”
“You think?” she teased, and he loved her for it.
Before he could get on bended knee and try again, she added, “I want something really simple.”
He would give her anything in his power that he could. But, because of the size of their pack and his mother and aunt’s involvement, a modest wedding wasn’t going to happen.
He was about to say so when someone knocked on the door.
He growled as he released her hand and stalked to the door, trying to get his annoyance under control and expecting that his mother wished a word with him.
When he opened the door, he saw Duncan and Guthrie standing there, not at all who he had expected. Both were smirking at him. His brothers had to have a death wish if they thought to disturb him when he was with Elaine in his bedchamber. Something had to be amiss.
Duncan folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. “We’ve got company. Baird McKinley, his brothers, and Robert Kilpatrick and his brother are at the