dress for what seemed like the tenth time.
"I'm just nervous about meeting your friends. What if they don't like me?"
He wanted to roll his eyes, though that would not help the situation one bit he knew. Instead, he flashed her a smile, grabbed her hand, and put it on the firm bulge in his pants.
"I like you. A lot. If they don't understand that, then they aren't my friends."
He practically snarled the last bit, not at her, but at the thought his best friends for years might not accept her. Not that there was any actual worry about it, but actions always spoke louder than words.
"Besides, you look stunning, everyone is going to be jealous of me for having such a beauty by my side. So really, I'm the one that needs to watch out." She laughed loudly at that, some of the tension bleeding from the car as they pulled up to the restaurant.
He had taken her shopping after work, and there was no denying that she did look truly resplendent in her outfit. The dress was floor length, a deep, flowing purple that darkened ever so slightly as it descended. It showed off her arms and just enough of the soft, milky skin of her chest to drive him wild. Several times he had had to fight his bear while they were stopped at an intersection. All it wanted to do was mate, and he could not blame it.
She had straightened her hair again, pulling it all to one side so that it flowed down, almost blending into the dress. She knew the look drove him wild, and she used it viciously as the night went on.
"I told you they would love you," he whispered at one point as the waiter arrived to take away their empty plates. Both Derek and Edward, along with their wives, had taken an instant liking to Angela. It had been painfully evident to him that the four of them were also glad to see him in a better state of mind.
He thanked his friends profusely for making the time to see him and his new mate. There was no lack of support and congratulations as the two left, leaving Angela a little confused.
"I don't get it, they act like we're about to get married," she said as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"Not married, mated. They're happy that we've found each other finally." He had yet to tell her about his bear and how his other half recognized a mate when it found one. There was no such thing as fated mates he knew, but the way he felt about Angela could not be denied. He was going to claim her as soon as he could tell her about him.
"So I'm your mate?" She didn't sound upset, in fact, as he looked over at her sly look, he could see that she sounded intrigued and perhaps a little excited by the prospect. His dick hardened at the thought of what was to come. He had to push on the brakes extra hard to stop at the red light after he spent too long staring at the rounded mounds of her breasts.
"You are," he said matter-of-factly, not opening it up for debate. He could see her nipples harden through the thin material of her dress, standing out, begging for attention from his mouth. He wanted so badly to simply pull over to the side of the road and have his way with her. When she bit her lower lip in that ever so seductive way that women do, Philip nearly lost it.
"Drive faster, my mate," she whispered breathlessly to him, her hand sliding between her legs. He stabbed the pedal to the floor, the engine competing with his bear for who could growl loudest as the sporty sedan shot ahead.
Several hours later he extricated himself from her embrace, both of them lying sweaty and exhausted amongst the overlarge covers of his hotel bed.
***
Angela stirred, too tired to open her eyes, but aware her body wasn't going to let her sleep any longer. With an irritated groan she rolled into the center of the bed, seeking out the reassuring and comforting warmth of her mate.
She sat up abruptly as her hand only encountered cold sheets. Blinking her sleep encrusted eyes open, she noticed his spot was empty. No noises or wonderful smells were coming from the nearby