Page 78 of Chasing Savannah

“When I was ten, my aunt Toni told me that if a latent became Fela, it would tear the prowl apart. But specifically, that if I ever dated an alpha shifter, it would bring our prowl down.”

He growled. “Did you tell anyone?”

“No. I ignored her and kept going to meetings. Which…got harder.” She was fighting every prowl gathering. Every gathering, they had kept coming after her for being latent.

“Why did you eventually stop?”

She looked away, not even wanting to say her fears aloud. “She reiterated that I stay away from alphas, but added that my latency would make the prowl sterile. I didn’t want to risk it.”

Even after her talk with Joelle it still hurt. He cursed, and gathered her back into his lap.

“Joelle cleared it up?” He asked softly.

“Well, she told me there would be kids in the prowl. And that my mates had no plans to give up on me.” She cupped his face.

“Fucking right. I’m good at wearing people down, just ask Carlos.”

She laughed. “How did the two of you meet?”

He trailed kisses along her neck, using his fingers to trail across her stomach. “We were in the same Rangers unit. Nearly all of our prowl is from that unit.”

“You two are close, I mean you obviously have to be for our Tribond to work.” She moaned as he licked across her pulse.

“Very. We’ve been together nearly fifteen years, he’s like a brother to me.” He murmured.

She had other questions to ask him. Other things she wanted to know, but he’d slid his hand down the front of her pants. He drew little circles on the top of her mound and she desperately wanted his fingers lower.

“Anything else you want to know?” He whispered against the skin of her collarbone.

“How long are you going to tease me?” She panted.

“Same rules from last night?” He let a single claw grow, using it to rip the crotch of her pants.

Did that make her wetter?

Yes. Yes it did.

“I’m not ready to be Fela yet.” She arched as he ripped through her sweatshirt and exposed her bra.

She moved her hands from around his neck and unsnapped her bra with impatient hands. She worked on the front of his jeans, unzipping them. He hissed as she freed his cock.

“Need.” She whispered.

“Condoms are in the room.” He lifted her and stood. He tripped as she pumped his shaft. “Fuck, babe, give me like, a second.”

She licked up his neck and his chest rumbled against hers. He reached the bedroom and plopped her down on a dresser. He was rummaging in the drawer with one hand, using the other to cut through the fabric on her pants.

“Hurry.”

He ripped through the package with his teeth and she snatched it from him. He closed his eyes as she rolled it over his cock.

“Now, where were we?”

She pulled his head down into a kiss, squirming in anticipation. He pulled her to the edge of the dresser and positioned his hard length right at the center of her wet entrance. She used her hand and guided him inside. She threw her head back as he thrust through her tight sheath.

“Shit, Savi.” He whispered against her throat.

His hips started moving, his strokes deep as he kissed his way down her chest. Heat moved through her body, her power raising and filling the room. His panther stroked across the front of her body in response.