Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,50

She gasped cutely. “So, if you want a cub of your own, this is the perfect time. Do you want me to seed you, Rosalie?”

She was at a loss for words. Good. Because words weren’t needed when my cock throbbed for her and I could smell her pussy getting soaked. I crushed her against my chest once more and devoured her mouth.

Nineteen

Colt

The minute I got back to the trailer park, I went to look for Fiona. Just as I thought, she was still around, chatting with a bunch of females as they were going about their usual business with the cubs, cleaning, cooking, and worrying about money. I was with Lincoln, and the idiot had the audacity to whistle appreciatively when he saw her.

“Hot! But she doesn’t compare to Rosalie. She doesn’t even come close.”

“Fuck off!”

“That I shall do. I need to take a shower anyway.”

I had to do that too, but first, I had to take care of Fiona. I went up to her, and the females fell silent when they saw me. Of course, they’d been talking about me. Fiona had probably told them all about what a massive jerk I was.

“Where were you?” She snapped at me. “You left me here with no way to get back home! I was trying to find a ride.” She looked me up and down, and finally realized two things: one, I was naked, and two, I was covered in blood and dirt. “What the hell happened to you?” Great. Now she sounded concerned. She really was a nice girl, and that made things even worse.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Not anymore.”

“Is that a gunshot wound?”

I sighed. “Please don’t do this. Please don’t get all worried about me and try to help me.”

“Jesus, okay! Idiot. I was just being a normal human being.”

“I’ll drive you back, if you just wait ten minutes so I can clean up.” She nodded, so I rushed to my trailer. She followed me, got inside, and as I slipped into the shower, she shouted at me: “What about that human girl? Rosalie was her name? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine.”

“Is she…” She hesitated, and I thought she’d either changed her mind about whatever she’d wanted to say, or the shower was too loud and I’d just missed it. “Is she your mate?”

I froze under the hot spray. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept silent. Fiona didn’t insist. I got out of the shower, dried myself off, jumped into the first clothes I could find lying around, and grabbed my car keys. As I drove Fiona back, I couldn’t help but wonder… was Rosalie my mate? Was she Brooks’s mate? Was she Lincoln’s mate, too? Was that even a thing? Three men to share one soul mate? I dropped Fiona off, and she gave me her number. I didn’t want it, but she just smiled and shoved the piece of paper into my hand.

“If you ever need me. Not for a fuck, or a relationship, or whatever. In general. I think we can be friends.”

“Just friends?”

“Yeah, why not?” She wrapped her arms around her. It was in the middle of the day, and her outfit was just not adequate when the sun was up. “It was quite an adventure. Not what I expected. But that’s a good thing, you know? You’re crazy, Colt. But you’re a good guy.”

I bit the inside of my lip. “Do you really think that?”

“Sure. You only have to show it more often.”

“And how do I do that?”

She shrugged. “Be yourself. And be honest. If that human girl is your mate, then let her know. Let the entire world know.”

Well, that was a bit exaggerated, since the entire world didn’t need to know about Rosalie and her three bear mates, but I got the idea. I slipped her phone number into my back pocket, waved at her, and drove back to the trailer park. She was right. Brooks, Lincoln, and I had to tell the community about who Rosalie really was – our mate and Milo’s mother.

I got back as quickly as I could. It was already late, and the sky was darkening. But I didn’t want to postpone this. Fiona had told me what I had to do, and I knew I had to do it now. Especially since she’d talked to the females in the trailer park already, and at that time, she’d most certainly been mad at me and told them I’d left her hanging. I needed