Page 12 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

Wraith

Gag, how does she even put up with his smell? I suck in a breath as I try to move away from it. He hasn’t marked our mate, but I can tell that they’ve seen each other today. His smell is all over her. I know he is sweet to her, but fuck, he smells awful.

Every time that I smell him on her, I have the urge to pin her down, rutting her till the only smell on her and around her is mine.

But Warrick had to ruin that for me with those smelly women he brings around.

Listen, they don’t smell gross in the way you would think.

More like a sour smell because they aren’t our mate.

The idea is that you are supposed to be repulsed by the smell and not sleep with them.

I don’t know how he does it, but it pisses me off every time he lays with someone other than Aspen.

I’ve been bitching at him for years to suck it the fuck up and claim our mate. But now he finally wants to listen.

I shake my head from side to side as I make my rounds around Aspen’s cabin. She doesn’t know that every single night I check to make sure she is safely back home, and that nobody is lurking around. Not sure how she hasn’t figured it out, since my scent is still here in the morning when she leaves.

I lean back on my haunches and put my front paws on the lip of the window to Aspen’s room.

She comes walking out of her bathroom with a silk tank top and a short set on that is hugging her curves perfectly.

When she gets to her vanity, I watch in rapt attention as she puts her leg on the stool and those silk shorts ride up.

Her cheek is peeking out of the shorts. She bends over to lather her leg with lotion and I can see the indentation of the one place I want to bury myself in.

My tongue runs across my lips as lust courses through my veins.

“It’s your fault that we aren’t inside this cabin and inside our mate,” I growl into my mind.

“I know I fucked up, okay? You also know that I have been trying to get her to forgive me. I just don’t think she will, though.” He sounds so defeated.

“Chin up, Warrick. Aisling has told me that she is on board with the mating and she will do what she can to help convince Aspen, too.”

“Really?” The excitement bleeds through our joined mind space. I can feel it building inside of us.

“Yes, really. But you have to keep your fucking dick out of anyone that isn’t our mate. Surely you can manage that, right?” I bark at him.

I can sense his embarrassment. “Yeah, I can do that. I haven’t even brought anyone around in several months, you know that.”

“Keep it that way.”

An acidic scent comes across the breeze. Looking back through the window, I find Aspen is looking at a photo of her with Warrick after a football game. I can sense the unease within her. Even though we aren’t mated, we can still get a vague sense of feelings from our mate.

I want to go in there and ease her by inspiring a different sense of feelings in her. I want to watch our mate whimper and plead underneath us as we wring out every ounce of pleasure from her body.

She clambers into her bed and turns off her bedside light.

She cuddles down into her comforter and I’m just about to turn away, until I see her hand whip out from under the comforter and open the drawer next to her bed.

Leaning closer to the window, I see her pull out something neon pink. What is she doing?

That’s when I hear a click and the hum of vibrations start to come from under the comforter. Her soft whimpers and moans ring out through the air. Oh, fuck. I have to go before I do something.

Jumping down from the edge of the window, her moans pick up and the struggle to leave is harder than I thought.

The smell of her slick is perfuming the air and trying to pull me back to her.

I release a whimper of my own as I push myself away.

Before I leave, I mark my territory to try to calm my urge to break down the door and mark her myself.

With one last look over my shoulder, I look at her cabin and my mate, who is busy pleasuring herself. “One day, Aspen, you will be mine, and you won’t need to do this by yourself anymore.”