she
was. A thoroughly fucked woman, who'd had a good
seeing to by the man she loved.
God,
loved? Her cougar growled her approval, and Maria grabbed the sink for support. Could
you fall in love so quickly and so deeply, or was this just the mating bond
fucking with her mind and her emotions? Damn it, she needed to talk to someone
who wouldn’t judge her, but who could she talk to?
Her
mother was out of the question. That would be cringe central at best, a
disaster at its worst, because she would tell her father and then the shit
would really hit the fan. Anastasia seemed the obvious choice, but she was busy
with her cubs, and besides, her brothers would know instantly if their mate was
keeping secrets from them. Those three had grown even closer since the arrival
of the triplets, and Maria wouldn't be the cause of unrest between them.
Which
left Emmi. Her human work colleague had become a close friend over the last few weeks, and
if anyone could help her shed some light on her conflicting emotions then it
had to be Emmi. After all, she was in the same boat, being mated to Cole, and
whilst she wouldn't have any concrete answers, Maria would at least feel
normal, knowing that Emmi was going through the same thing right now.
A
plan formed in her mind, and she went in search of her handbag. Having found it
in the living room, she turned on her phone, grimaced at yet more messages from
her mother, and speed dialed Emmi.
The
woman answered on the fourth ring, and her sleepy voice made Maria glance at
the clock.
Shit,
it was just seven in the morning, and this was Emmi's day off work. She'd woken
up a pregnant woman. Not her best move.
"This
had better be good, Maria. Do you know what the time is? I hope your
house is burning down or something."
Maria
grinned at Emmi's voice. The human had spunk in spades.
"No,
nothing like that, but I do need to see you. Can you
meet me at our coffee shop at half eight please? I wouldn't ask, but I need
your help, and it’s urgent. Sorry, sweets, but I need to get this sorted, and
besides, they do make those great macchiatos you
crave. Come on, I'll pay."
Emmi
grunted down the phone and swore in a most un-lady like fashion that made Maria
grin.
"Fine,
as it's you, but you better not be late, I tell you."
Maria
clicked off the phone and followed her nose to the delicious aroma of freshly
brewed coffee to the kitchen. Trust Silas to have an old fashioned coffee
maker.
She
went in search of two mugs, filled them with the fragrant brew, and inhaled
deeply. Silas's scent mixed in with the heady aroma of the coffee, as he
stepped up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist and nuzzled into her
neck.
"Hmm,
do you know how damn sexy you look stood here, barefoot in my kitchen, pouring
me a coffee? A man could get used to that view." He dropped a kiss just
under her ear, and Maria bit back a moan. That exact spot there always drove
her wild with need, let alone when Silas kissed it. It did seem his favorite
spot to linger on her body, apart from her cunt, of course.
Those
were dangerous thought processes, and sure enough she grew wet again, and Silas
stiffened in his pants behind her. He rubbed himself against her ass, and Maria
let her head fall back onto his chest with a mewl of
need.
"Can't
you just ring in sick or something?" Silas asked and dug his teeth into
her neck. The tiny bite sent her cougar wild, and Maria panted her answer.
"Professor
Deacon, are you suggesting I lie to my superiors? Is that what you teach your
students? Well, I must say that's outrageous behavior from a man in your
position."
Silas's
shoulders shook in a silent amusement, and Maria took a sip of her hot coffee,
just as the front door flew open with bang. An ice cold draft swirled around
her bare legs and brought with it the barely controlled fury of wolf. The cup
slipped out of her grasp and smashed in the sink, and her cougar whined.
"What
the fuck? Take your fucking hands off what's
was. A thoroughly fucked woman, who'd had a good
seeing to by the man she loved.
God,
loved? Her cougar growled her approval, and Maria grabbed the sink for support. Could
you fall in love so quickly and so deeply, or was this just the mating bond
fucking with her mind and her emotions? Damn it, she needed to talk to someone
who wouldn’t judge her, but who could she talk to?
Her
mother was out of the question. That would be cringe central at best, a
disaster at its worst, because she would tell her father and then the shit
would really hit the fan. Anastasia seemed the obvious choice, but she was busy
with her cubs, and besides, her brothers would know instantly if their mate was
keeping secrets from them. Those three had grown even closer since the arrival
of the triplets, and Maria wouldn't be the cause of unrest between them.
Which
left Emmi. Her human work colleague had become a close friend over the last few weeks, and
if anyone could help her shed some light on her conflicting emotions then it
had to be Emmi. After all, she was in the same boat, being mated to Cole, and
whilst she wouldn't have any concrete answers, Maria would at least feel
normal, knowing that Emmi was going through the same thing right now.
A
plan formed in her mind, and she went in search of her handbag. Having found it
in the living room, she turned on her phone, grimaced at yet more messages from
her mother, and speed dialed Emmi.
The
woman answered on the fourth ring, and her sleepy voice made Maria glance at
the clock.
Shit,
it was just seven in the morning, and this was Emmi's day off work. She'd woken
up a pregnant woman. Not her best move.
"This
had better be good, Maria. Do you know what the time is? I hope your
house is burning down or something."
Maria
grinned at Emmi's voice. The human had spunk in spades.
"No,
nothing like that, but I do need to see you. Can you
meet me at our coffee shop at half eight please? I wouldn't ask, but I need
your help, and it’s urgent. Sorry, sweets, but I need to get this sorted, and
besides, they do make those great macchiatos you
crave. Come on, I'll pay."
Emmi
grunted down the phone and swore in a most un-lady like fashion that made Maria
grin.
"Fine,
as it's you, but you better not be late, I tell you."
Maria
clicked off the phone and followed her nose to the delicious aroma of freshly
brewed coffee to the kitchen. Trust Silas to have an old fashioned coffee
maker.
She
went in search of two mugs, filled them with the fragrant brew, and inhaled
deeply. Silas's scent mixed in with the heady aroma of the coffee, as he
stepped up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist and nuzzled into her
neck.
"Hmm,
do you know how damn sexy you look stood here, barefoot in my kitchen, pouring
me a coffee? A man could get used to that view." He dropped a kiss just
under her ear, and Maria bit back a moan. That exact spot there always drove
her wild with need, let alone when Silas kissed it. It did seem his favorite
spot to linger on her body, apart from her cunt, of course.
Those
were dangerous thought processes, and sure enough she grew wet again, and Silas
stiffened in his pants behind her. He rubbed himself against her ass, and Maria
let her head fall back onto his chest with a mewl of
need.
"Can't
you just ring in sick or something?" Silas asked and dug his teeth into
her neck. The tiny bite sent her cougar wild, and Maria panted her answer.
"Professor
Deacon, are you suggesting I lie to my superiors? Is that what you teach your
students? Well, I must say that's outrageous behavior from a man in your
position."
Silas's
shoulders shook in a silent amusement, and Maria took a sip of her hot coffee,
just as the front door flew open with bang. An ice cold draft swirled around
her bare legs and brought with it the barely controlled fury of wolf. The cup
slipped out of her grasp and smashed in the sink, and her cougar whined.
"What
the fuck? Take your fucking hands off what's
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