He closed the distance between them, taking her into his arms. “Our house is your house, sweetie. It always will be.”
She nodded, returning his hug. “Thanks.”
I got out of bed and strode over to them. Breaking in, I cupped Kate’s cheeks, turned her face to me and planted a big one on her. She softened into my touch, allowing me to loosen my grip. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste before her sweetness. “Morning, sweet cheeks.” I winked as I walked away, disappearing into the bathroom. The way my body responded to her left me horny and hungry for something more than food. If it was up to me, we’d be fucking and sucking like rabbits.
—
Chapter Ten
JEREMIAH
Downstairs, I contentedly watched Kate float around the kitchen. Our gazes met from time to time. It never ceased to give me butterflies. I was a fucking man, a werewolf for cryin’ out loud; I didn’t get butterflies. Only with her.
My wolf was content to study her from a distance. I sat perched on the counter beside the stove, the perfect spot to observe her.
She diced tomatoes, turkey and pounded the shit out of some leafy green stuff with a knife. She placed six pieces of bread on a flat pan and put it in the over.
She moved over the stove, glancing up at me shyly as she hovered a hand over the skillet. Looking away, she quietly stated, “Perfect.”
My heart warmed as she fluttered about. The food smelled amazing. The coffee smelled good. I could easily picture her doing this regularly. Ellie and I could tend to the kids while she cooked.
My wolf rose up at the thought. We were driven to procreate, to pass along our special spirit, our supernatural genes.
Kate would be adorable with a swollen belly. Hers was soft and rounded already, framed by wide hips perfect for carrying a little one, but it wasn’t the same.
Ellie strolled in. “Damn it smells good in here.” She wrapped her arms around Kate from behind as she worked at the stove. El kissed her neck, released her and hopped up on the counter opposite the stove.
“ You act like no one’s ever cooked for you.” Kate laughed lightly. She broke away and pulled the bread out of the oven. “Want butter on your toast?” she asked aloud to anyone.
“ Yes, please.” Ellie groaned.
I quirked a brow her way. She was known for her lack of manners. She wasn’t overtly rude, but please and thank-you weren’t in her vocabulary, much to her mother’s dismay.
As if on cue, I heard the car pull up into the drive, the tires kissing the paved lane.
Ellie’s eyes widened. Her features scrunched in horror. “Oh no they didn’t.” She leapt down and raced for the front door.
“ Want butter, Jerry?” Kate stared up at me, the innocent question in her eyes.
I nodded my ‘yes.’
She smiled, satisfied, and went back to work.
Ellie opened the door before her parents could knock. “Mom. Dad. What the hell are you doing here?”
“ Ellie May, you do not curse at your mother,” Margaret fussed. I listened to the older woman sniff a few times. “Honey, did you hire a chef?”
I heard them brush past Ellie and make a beeline for the kitchen, the clack of Maggie’s heels alerting all to her approach, especially Kate.
Kate slowed her movements, continually glancing at me, nervously working her bottom lip as she plated the food.
I jumped off the counter and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetie.”
“ Mornin’, Maggie.” I moved in to greet her and create a buffer between Kate and her.
She hugged me. “Well, don’t you look like you just rolled out of bed.” Her chuckle was meant to charm, to feign politeness amid her candor.
Sharp as a whistle, Maggie’s eyes darted behind me. Leaning closer, she cut her eyes at me. “Tell me this is not another one of your little conquests.”
Ellie’s dad saved me.
She nodded, returning his hug. “Thanks.”
I got out of bed and strode over to them. Breaking in, I cupped Kate’s cheeks, turned her face to me and planted a big one on her. She softened into my touch, allowing me to loosen my grip. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting the mint of her toothpaste before her sweetness. “Morning, sweet cheeks.” I winked as I walked away, disappearing into the bathroom. The way my body responded to her left me horny and hungry for something more than food. If it was up to me, we’d be fucking and sucking like rabbits.
—
Chapter Ten
JEREMIAH
Downstairs, I contentedly watched Kate float around the kitchen. Our gazes met from time to time. It never ceased to give me butterflies. I was a fucking man, a werewolf for cryin’ out loud; I didn’t get butterflies. Only with her.
My wolf was content to study her from a distance. I sat perched on the counter beside the stove, the perfect spot to observe her.
She diced tomatoes, turkey and pounded the shit out of some leafy green stuff with a knife. She placed six pieces of bread on a flat pan and put it in the over.
She moved over the stove, glancing up at me shyly as she hovered a hand over the skillet. Looking away, she quietly stated, “Perfect.”
My heart warmed as she fluttered about. The food smelled amazing. The coffee smelled good. I could easily picture her doing this regularly. Ellie and I could tend to the kids while she cooked.
My wolf rose up at the thought. We were driven to procreate, to pass along our special spirit, our supernatural genes.
Kate would be adorable with a swollen belly. Hers was soft and rounded already, framed by wide hips perfect for carrying a little one, but it wasn’t the same.
Ellie strolled in. “Damn it smells good in here.” She wrapped her arms around Kate from behind as she worked at the stove. El kissed her neck, released her and hopped up on the counter opposite the stove.
“ You act like no one’s ever cooked for you.” Kate laughed lightly. She broke away and pulled the bread out of the oven. “Want butter on your toast?” she asked aloud to anyone.
“ Yes, please.” Ellie groaned.
I quirked a brow her way. She was known for her lack of manners. She wasn’t overtly rude, but please and thank-you weren’t in her vocabulary, much to her mother’s dismay.
As if on cue, I heard the car pull up into the drive, the tires kissing the paved lane.
Ellie’s eyes widened. Her features scrunched in horror. “Oh no they didn’t.” She leapt down and raced for the front door.
“ Want butter, Jerry?” Kate stared up at me, the innocent question in her eyes.
I nodded my ‘yes.’
She smiled, satisfied, and went back to work.
Ellie opened the door before her parents could knock. “Mom. Dad. What the hell are you doing here?”
“ Ellie May, you do not curse at your mother,” Margaret fussed. I listened to the older woman sniff a few times. “Honey, did you hire a chef?”
I heard them brush past Ellie and make a beeline for the kitchen, the clack of Maggie’s heels alerting all to her approach, especially Kate.
Kate slowed her movements, continually glancing at me, nervously working her bottom lip as she plated the food.
I jumped off the counter and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetie.”
“ Mornin’, Maggie.” I moved in to greet her and create a buffer between Kate and her.
She hugged me. “Well, don’t you look like you just rolled out of bed.” Her chuckle was meant to charm, to feign politeness amid her candor.
Sharp as a whistle, Maggie’s eyes darted behind me. Leaning closer, she cut her eyes at me. “Tell me this is not another one of your little conquests.”
Ellie’s dad saved me.
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