Alex stood and stared as his normally quiet mate walked away. How was he supposed to know? He’d never been in this situation before and it wasn’t like there was a manual. How to Behave After Becoming a Werewolf had yet to be published. He hadn’t been with the pack long and their isolation meant that he hadn’t had to deal with anyone outside the pack since his change. Taking a deep breath, Alex followed Maddie as she walked the two miles back to the house. He knew she could take care of herself but it was his job as her mate to protect her and see that she was never forced to defend herself.
Alex stumbled and tripped over his feet as he realized exactly what had happened and how badly he’d failed Maddie. It was his job, his duty to protect her and not just from physical dangers. Caro had acted the bitch and instead of putting a stop to it Alex had forced Maddie to stand up for herself. Considering how sweet and gentle Maddie was Alex could only imagine how hard it had been for her. He had completely failed as a mate and Maddie had every right to be pissed. Still following her, Alex tried to come up with some way to prove to Maddie the he was worthy of her and that he would do better in the future.
Sam and Nafarius drove home in comfortable silence, enjoying the rare moment of uninterrupted time together. While there were moments at home, it was never long before someone came to them with a question or concern. Sam loved the pack and she missed them but she planned to soak up as much time alone with her mate as she could.
The house was quiet when they returned. A quick check revealed Alex and Maddie’s scent heavy on the air; the lighter scents of Seth and Jake confirmed that both young men were still out for the evening. Sam hoped they were having a good time while staying out of trouble. This pregnancy was starting to wear on her, as was the busy day in the city. The last thing she wanted to deal with tonight was rescuing two young pups from whatever trouble they had found themselves in. Lord knew the possibilities were endless.
Following Nafarius upstairs, Sam fell onto the bed without bothering to undress or pull back the covers. Nafarius left her there for the time being. He had a surprise for her and had been waiting all day to get her home. By the time he returned to the bedroom she was snoring. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his mate sprawled across the bed, one arm flung up over her head while the other rested protectively on her belly.
“Come on, sleeping beauty, come get naked with me.”
Sam opened one eye and stared at her mate. “I’m perfectly capable of getting naked in bed.”
“Yes, but you wouldn’t want to get the sheets wet.”
“Get the sheets…? What the… oh…” Sam was rendered speechless at the sight that greeted her. Fixated on the idea of shopping, she hadn’t bothered to explore beyond the bedroom. If she had, she might not have wanted to leave.
The bathroom, like the rest of house, was large and spacious. On her left, a vanity table built into the existing counter separated a double sink. Directly across from where they’d entered, floor to ceiling windows looked out into the forest surrounding the house and filled the room with moonlight. But by far, the piece de resistance was the bathtub. Sam couldn’t be sure, but she would guess it was part of the original design. Where others might have installed a large, claw-footed bathtub or updated it with something with jets what spread out before her was a hundred times better.
A Roman style bath was set deep into the floor, almost more of a shallow pool then bathtub, and could easily accommodate five or six people. Sam and Nafarius had it all to themselves.
“Do you like it?” Nafarius asked, setting Sam back onto her feet.
“It’s marvelous.” Sam said. Her breath caught in her throat when Nafarius stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, the motion causing the muscles across his chest and shoulders to flex and stretch. The sight of him never ceased to affect her; just as it had the first day they met. He was beautiful with tawny skin, wide shoulders and reddish-blond hair that was so thick her fingers positively itched to touch it.
Nafarius’ nostrils flared as he caught the first hint of her desire on the air. As he watched, Sam’s breasts quivered slightly as they rose and fell, her breathing having picked up a slightly erratic rhythm. Slowly, he let his eyes wander over both breasts before sliding up to her face.
Sam’s eyes locked with Nafarius’. The room, already filled with steam from the water, grew warmer. While her eyes never left his face, she was completely aware of his hands as they moved to the buttons of his jeans. Time seemed to stand still and she thought she might scream in frustration as he slowly slipped the buttons free and started to push the denim off his hips.
“Oh god,” Sam couldn’t stop the low exclamation as his cock sprung free and stood out from his body. He was already hard and swollen and she could see his shaft pulse once, twice, until her body responded in kind.
Nafarius reached up and grabbed her hands were she had started to work at the buttons of her shirt. He wanted to unwrap her himself, baring each piece of her to his gaze in his own time. Slowly, not letting her rush him, he slipped the first few buttons free, revealing the swells of her breasts. She’d always had generous proportions but pregnancy had caused them to swell and fill out in a way that only nature could do. Lightly, he ran his fingertips across the tops of the swells, ignoring her as she thrust her breasts forward trying to push them more firmly into his hands.
He let his hand move from her chest to the hair at the nape of her neck; reaching up, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. Sam stared up at him, her eyes glowing slightly in the moonlight. He could feel her breath brushing against his face as he lowered his head.
Sam instinctively let her lips part expecting to be taken in a deep kiss. Instead, she shivered as Nafarius ran his tongue up the long line of her neck.
Nafarius growled as the taste of his mate burst over his tongue, she was better then any wine and more intoxicating. Again, he bent his head and licked, this time pressing his tongue and then his teeth into the pulse point below the edge of her jaw.
It was a dominant move that bordered on aggressive; Sam recognized that she was in the submissive position with her jugular literally exposed and beneath his teeth. At the same time, she also showed tremendous trust. Tipping her head back, Sam sought to give Nafarius better access while at the same time reaching between their bodies.
Nafarius’ growl of appreciation turned into one of pleasure as he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft and squeeze. A moment later, his hips rocked forward as she started stroking him. No longer able to take it slow, Nafarius released Sam long enough to strip off the last of her clothes pick her up and step down into the bath. Identical sighs of appreciation echoed in the night as their already heated skin met warm water. Sam thought she might expire in a burst of pure pleasure on the spot and that was before Nafarius took one of her nipples into his mouth.
Nafarius felt Sam arch in his hands; in the same moment both of her hands tangled in his hair and grasped his head to her breast. Restlessly, she moved and moaned, trying to get closer until finally he took pity on her and set her straddling his lap.
“Nafarius, please,” she whimpered. Sam’s breasts felt heavy and full. Pregnancy had not only caused them to swell but any touch was almost more then she could bear. The feel of Nafarius’ mouth hot and pulling hard at her nipples caused her clit to throb in response and she longed to feel him filling her.