Page 122 of A Broody Mate for the Human

Chapter thirty-nine

No Way Back

*DAVE*

WhenIwakeupagain, it’s deep into the night already. It takes a moment to realize where I am, then I remember everything that happened yesterday. We were attacked by two wolves, then Sugar turned into a tentacle-demon-thingy and saved us, then Stella arrived out of the blue and took us home.

Raffy reunited with his sister, got his memory back, and accepted me as his mate.

He…

I sit up in bed. “Oh my god,” I blurt out.

I can feel Raffy stir next to me before he blinks his eyes open. He’s on alert immediately, sitting up instantly. “Did something happen, Dave?”

“No.” I rub over my face. “Just… everything that happened caught up with me, and I just realized… I have a mate.”

Raffy smiles nervously. “Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” I chuckle. “But I’m hungry, and I need to freshen up.”

Raffy curls his nose, and for a moment I think he is going to tell me that I stink, but then he gets up, walks to the door, and sniffs a bit more. He opens it, picking up a tray with food from the floor. “Seems like the others thought ahead. These are leftovers from their dinner.”

I beam. “Awesome, I’ll just freshen up, and then we can eat. I noticed I haven’t even showered… after everything that happened yesterday.”

“You’re right,” Raffy curls his nose again, sniffing at his shirt. “I must reek of all kinds of unpleasant things.”

“I didn’t even notice,” I muse. “Although I’m normally pretty sensitive to unpleasant scents.” I grin. “Must be the magic of the mate bond.”

“Right.” Raffy chuckles. “Wolves need to want to jump each other at any time.”

I laugh. “Yeah, but let’s not test that theory, so up to the bathroom it is.”

“You go first.” Raffy nudges me softly. “I’ll prepare our dinner. What’s the time anyway?”

I glance at my clock. “2 a.m.”

“Then it’s a very early breakfast,” Raffy says. “Now, shoo, go.”

I love how he starts showing me his more juvenile side. The Raffy I met two weeks ago would have never said shoo or joked around with me. He was too reclusive and shy to even say much back then. This is my man here, I figure, and only I will see this side of him… and maybe his sister. Everyone else gets to have the stoic and broody guy.

Not that I don’t find this other version hot too.

I swiftly jump into the shower to distract myself from my thoughts going in a dirtier direction. Newsflash, Dave, showering does not help. Instead I imagine myself being pressed against the shower wall, and Raffy shoving his enormous cock into me.

I’m that close to jerking off on my own when I figure I have a mate now. Well, time to get down to business and do the real mate-stuff. However, I know how cranky hungry Raffy can be, and I’m not so sure if Sugar’s demon-drool is still somewhere on him. Who knows if it might lead to nasty infections if my more sensitive parts get in touch with it. So, I’ll let him eat and shower first.

I finish my shower while making sure to prepare myself properly for what’s hopefully going to come later tonight. Shower gel does the deal too.

Out of my toiletry bag, I grab the small bottle of lube because Mr. Dave is always prepared for all eventualities. Then I put on a pair of shorts and, after a moment of hesitation, decide against a T-shirt—I won’t need it later, hopefully. Then I head back into the room and swap places with Raffy. While he’s in the shower, I keep inspecting the food, thankful for the others for having thought about us. There is a variety of salads and some sandwiches. Fortunately, there are some vegetarian options too.

The only downside is that although the guest room is pretty spacious, and even has a table in it, there is only one chair. Seems like one of us has to sit on the floor or eat while standing.

Raffy has different plans, though. He returns from the bathroom, clad only in a pair of shorts, his hair still wet from the shower. He inspects the situation for a moment, frowning, grumbling something about bad interior design, before he approaches me and pulls me up. When he sits down instead of me, I’m inclined to complain about having a brute as my mate, but then he pulls me on his lap, sighing contently, when I instinctively put an arm around his neck.

He nuzzles his nose into my hair. “This is so much better.”

I feign ignorance. “You mean my hair being freshly washed?”