“Did she have a choice, or did you force the mating?”
Simon growled again, and I was right there with him.
“What the hell, Dad!”
Simon spoke over me. “I initiated the mating before she understood what was going on.”
My dad took an aggressive step forward, and I knew I had to take control.
“Dad, knock it off. Simon, stop being so dramatic.” I stepped between them which was laughable. Even with my training, they were both so much larger than I was. They could easily move me out of the way. But I was determined it would take a lot of effort for them to do so.
“Dramatic?” my mate questioned, looking offended by my comment.
“Forced? Seriously? We were making out, and you bit me. Which, at the time, gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
“Jesus, Cici!” my dad groaned as he closed his eyes and shook his head.
“What?” I snapped. “You know what you interrupted, and yet, you’re still here, so you get what you get!”
Simon snickered. “Has she always been so headstrong and stubborn?”
“Always,” my dad agreed, and damn them, they appeared to be commiserating with one another now.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” I snapped and turned to stomp away.
Simon wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, dropping a kiss on my lips when I glanced up at him with surprise.
“Stop that,” he ordered. “We’ll get to what we planned eventually.” He leaned close so he could whisper in my ear, “I promise to make it worth the wait.”
That purring tone skated down my spine and settled in my core, causing a flow of liquid need to coat my sex. Still, there was that little niggle of sanity that questioned how I could want a man I’d just met with such a devastating need. A need that skewed my focus to everything but him. I craved his touch as if I were starving without it.
“I think I’ll see myself out now,” my dad offered while trying to hide a smile. “I can see my girl’s in good hands. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Why don’t the two of you come over for breakfast? We’ll spend the day together.”
I stepped away from Simon and into my dad’s tight hug. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you.” He kissed the top of my head, and I felt him share a look with Simon. Wasn’t that a weird thought? How could I feel a look? Yet, I’d swear I did.
Dad stepped back, squeezing my shoulders before dropping his hands to his sides. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.” He paused in the process of turning toward the door. “One thing first. Is Hannibal on his way back, too?”
I glanced back at Simon as I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I knew my brother had found his mate, but he hadn’t said anything to me about when he was coming back here. Or if he was.
“Hannibal is mated to my alpha’s sister,” Simon answered. “If he comes back, I’m sure it will be temporary.”
My dad nodded. “Both of our kids finding mates in the same pack. Leslie will be ecstatic. I assume your alpha won’t be opposed to us visiting?”
“You’d both be welcomed,” Simon assured him.
Dad nodded again. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.” He cleared his throat as he crossed to the front door and opened it. “Have a good evening.”
He stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him as he did. Simon crossed the room, flipped the locks then turned to lean against the wall. “I wonder how much it cost him to wish us a good evening?”
I giggled. Then shrieked as Simon moved forward then tossed me over his shoulder, his hand landing a firm slap on my ass as he carried me toward the hall.
“Bedroom?” he demanded.
“End of the hall,” I answered, already anticipating the hours ahead.
Simon sat me on my feet inside the door then turned the light on, using the dimmer switch to keep the illumination soft.
“Now, where were we before your dad interrupted?”
I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “Look familiar.”
“God, yes,” he crooned, reaching out and cupping me through the lace of my bra. His thumbs brushed back and forth over my nipples, and they ached for a firmer touch. Either his fingers or lips would do. I wasn’t picky at the moment.
“Simon,” I begged, and with a husky chuckle, he grasped my waist and lifted as he lowered his head and sucked me through the sheer material.
I clung to him, automatically wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding over his erection. He dropped one palm to cup my ass and help me rub against him. The other hand gripped my hair tight, tilting my head back. I reached back and unclasped my bra, needing to feel him skin-to-skin. He lifted his mouth to my neck as I twisted and tossed my bra away. Then he found my lips, taking me under, getting me so lost in his taste and the promise of pleasure that I didn’t realize I was naked until his fingers slid between my naked thighs, zeroing in on my needy clitoris.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured at my ear.
“Yes,” I agreed, wanting more, needing more. “I need you. Inside me. Please.”
With a groan, he carried me to the bed, dropping me then staying on his feet long enough to shuck his jeans. He was quickly back between my thighs, powering deep with one hard thrust. My nails sunk into his biceps as I urged him to move faster. I lifted my legs to clasp his hips and moaned as the change in angle allowed him to sink even deeper.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Fuck me hard.”
I arched my head back on the pillow, moans of pleasure spilling unhindered from my lips. Nothing had ever made me feel as amazing as sex with Simon did. Mates. We were mates, though I still wasn’t completely sure what all that meant. It didn’t matter though. Simon
