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Angelique
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom the whole cabin smelled like bacon and my stomach gurgled loudly in anticipation of food. Sexy biker dude was not only sexy, but deadly, and could cook. Damn, I hit the jackpot I thought as I danced toward the small table off the kitchen with my towel wrapped around my head. Unlike with every other man on the planet, I didn’t feel self-conscious around Wraith; he'd already seen me at my worst and I could only go up from there.
“There you are, I was about to put the food in the oven to keep it warm.” Wraith brought over plates full of food, my mouth watered at the veritable feast he laid before me. Pancakes, French toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, and what looked like homemade biscuits. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made a little of everything. That and after last night you’re probably starving, I usually am after I shift.” Was he blushing? My heart melted a little more for him for his thoughtfulness.
“Thank you, this is amazing. You actually cooked all this? Are you sure if I go into the bedroom, I won’t find some little old grandma hiding under the bed?” He chuckled as he brought over plates and utensils for us.
“Har, har, har. How do you think I’ve survived this long without a woman? I had to learn how to cook or I’d starve, thank you very much. Just for that you don’t get any bacon.” He snagged the entire plate of bacon and proceeded to push it onto his plate.
“No, please don’t take my bacon, anything but my bacon.” I put my hand against my forehead and gave my best damsel in distress whine. “Whatever will I do without my bacon?” He threw his back laughing at my antics and gave me one slice of bacon.
“There, that should appease you fair damsel.” When I grabbed his plate and gave him mine, he only laughed harder. “Sneaky kitty.” He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips before plunking back down to feast. I didn’t know how to react. Men just didn’t give me attention like Wraith was doing. “Relax baby, it was just a kiss, I like kissing you, now eat.” He pointed to my now bacon filled plate with his fork. I piled my plate full of all the goodness he made and dug in.
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked before I stuffed half a biscuit in my mouth and hummed with satisfaction.
“First you gotta stop doing that, my dick is like a goddamn sledgehammer over here with you making those sounds.” I ducked my head, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “Next I take you back to the clubhouse so you can officially meet everyone. Last night only about half the guys were here, and you really didn’t get a chance to meet any of them but Stonewall.” A wave of guilt washed over me as I remembered what I had done to Stonewall when I changed the night before.
“So, you want to like introduce me to your friends?” I wasn’t sure how all this was going to work now that I was a shifter. Was I going to have to live off the grid somehow? Could I go back to work? Maybe I was too dangerous now to be around humans.
“Not my friends, my club, essentially my family. The only family I’ve had in years.” My eyes about bugged out of my head, he wanted to introduce me to the people he considered family. “Well except you now, I have you.” I almost choked on my scrambled eggs at his admission.
“What do you mean you have me? Like because you turned me. I’m now part of the club kind of thing?” He looked like he’d swallowed saltwater or maybe bit into a lemon.
“It’s more than me just turning you Angel.” He ran his hand through his hair. “It’s so much more than me turning you. Can’t you feel it? This thing that seems to be anchoring us together, like a weighted blanket, attaching us to each other? Please, tell me you feel it too so I’m not alone in this.” Of course, I felt it, it felt like I was tethered to him, but I thought maybe that had to do with the whole he was the one who turned me thing.
“What does it mean? Please, just tell me.” A look of guilt floated across his face as he took my hand in his.
“We’re mates Angel, for life, and I can’t take it back. Even if I could I wouldn’t, which makes me an even bigger asshole in the long run. “I took your choice from you, and I’m sorry for that, but I’d do it all over again just to keep you with me.” The conviction behind his words sends chills rippling up my spine. Squeezing his hand, I give him a smile.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take it back? I mean you’re,” I flung my hand out and waved it up down and his body, “and I’m.” I waved a hand down my body next, like this would explain why he was so far out of my league. “You could have some trophy wife, or mate, sorry I’m fumbling my words again. My point is I’m just me, and you are just…well look at you.” Wraith looked down his body and back up at me and shrugged.
“What about how I look? Don’t you like it? You called me “hot biker dude” when you
