“It’ll be worth it; I can promise you that.”
I reach up and kiss his beautiful lips once more, whispering, “That, I don’t doubt.” And with that I decide it's time to go take a shower, a very cold shower.
36
Jude
God damn that girl is going to drive me completely mad. Those lips, them hips, and oh lord that pull between us. I need to get this Oscar situation finished so I can mate her properly.
I watch as she sways her gorgeous hips as she walks out of the kitchen and heads upstairs. I hate pulling back, I hate that I stopped her. But I want her to be sure, absolutely sure this is what she wants.
Our mate wants us.
She may have been caught up in the moment.
No, she really wants us. I can smell her.
So can I.
Then why deny her?
You know why. We changed her to save her, I want her to want us because she loves us, not because we saved her.
She loves us. She may not have said it yet, but I can feel it.
Shut up, we need to focus on eliminating the threat first.
Fine.
Damn he can be so one-track minded sometimes. There’s no way she already loves us. We’ve barely scratched the surface of getting to know each other. Impossible.
No, it’s not.
Shut up.
Fuuuuuck. Us sleeping separately is the best idea. I proceed to head upstairs to the guest room and begin to make it up for me for the next few nights. While making the bed I can hear the shower running. God what I wouldn’t give to go get in with her and mark her right here and now.
Maybe marking her isn’t such a bad idea. At least this way if any other shifter gets near her, they’ll know she’s mine. Not that I worry that any of my brothers would try anything, but other shifters I don’t know, them I can't be too sure about.
Walking into my master bedroom I let her know I’m in the room. “Ray, babe, I’m just coming in to get some shorts to sleep in. I’ll be quick.”
“What’s the rush?”
I spin around to find her standing in the doorway of my bathroom in nothing but a towel. Stunned, stuck in place, I’m at a loss for words on her beauty.
She’s the most gorgeous person I’ve ever encountered. I’ve always heard how when you meet your mate that your pull is undeniable and it’s killing me right now not to throw her onto my bed and kiss every inch of her before ravaging her.
“Oh sorry, didn’t realize you were finished. I’ll be out of your way in just a few minutes.”
“No hurry.”
“Now tread lightly here. You’re driving me to the edge of a cliff and if you’re not careful I’ll take you over with me.”
“Promise?”
“That’s a guarantee.”
She saunters past me, asking, “May I borrow a t-shirt and some shorts until Brent gets here with my clothes?”
“Sure, sure. Let me grab those for you,” I stutter as I turn to grab her some shorts from my dresser as well as a t-shirt.
Pulling out my favorite old Harley Davidson tee and some basketball shorts, I turn to hand them to her, only to find her stark naked. And what a glorious sight it is. Every curve, every line, all so perfect.
“Sorry, it seems I dropped my towel.”
“You’re fighting with fire, little girl.”
Stepping closer to me, she rests her hand on my chest as she saunters around me before whispering, “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little flustered there.”
“I’m okay, just wasn’t expecting that when I turned around.”
“I took a cold shower to try and shake this urge to be with you but all it did was make me want you even more. I can smell you everywhere. I want you, Jude. I don’t want to wait.”
Suddenly I hear a car door, then a loud knock on the front door as it opens.
“Jude, I’m back. Are y’all in here?” Brent yells up the stairs.
Clearing my throat, I holler, “Ahem, yeah, man. We’ll be right down.” Then turning my attention back to the tempting goddess standing before me, I say, “Here put these on, I’ll meet you downstairs. I don’t want him to see you like this, I may be inclined to tear his fuckin’ head off.”
She chuckles, before replying, “Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes then.” Then she grabs the clothes from me and heads back to the bathroom.
Reaching down and adjusting the growing member in my jeans, I head out and go down to the living room.
“Hey, man, thanks for doing that. We saw everything on camera. What kind of vibe did you get from the prick?” I inquire. While we wait for Ray to join us, I go ahead and let Jax out into the backyard.
“That dude is seriously delusional. He never did tell me how he got in either.”
“Well it wasn’t the doggy door, we locked it before we left,” Ray says as she joins us.
“And there were no signs of forced entry?” I ask Brent.
“Nope, in fact the door was locked when I got there. Is it possible he could’ve gotten ahold of your keys somehow and got a copy made?” Brent asks Ray.
“I mean maybe. My purse is usually in the locker room while I work. But I have no way of really knowing unless we ask Vinny to view the security tapes. Which will only show him going into the locker room.”
“No, no need to involve him. The less people who know what’s going on the better. But I’m willing to bet that's how he did it. Okay so our next order of business is to set up the sting of catching him.”
“What will you do then?” she whispers.
“That depends on you,” I reply.
“Jude, I want to hire you. I want to hire you to take out my stalker and killer. Because truly he killed the old me. The mortal part
