Page 36 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

Warrick

I still can’t believe that we are here with Aspen walking around my cabin with slippers on her feet and her hair piled up in a bun atop her head.

I catch myself just staring at her as she moves about, ensuring that I’m not imagining anything.

We spent the rest of last night cuddled up on the couch, catching up on everything that we missed in the years that passed.

Both of us glossing over some moments that we don’t wish to get into right now.

We talked mostly about her time in college and all the things she learned about herself during that time. What Silas and I were doing during that time. It was a nice way to end the night. Before we knew it, the sun was cresting over the horizon, informing us we didn’t get an ounce of sleep.

We parted ways long enough for her to run home to grab her stuff and come back.

Deciding that we really wanted to give this a shot, we needed to spend time together without the influence of the outside world.

Which is fine with me, given we are both rather private people.

Something she was shocked to learn, given my abundance of popularity.

“You mean to tell me that the super popular guy actually prefers to sit at home watching tv instead?” She razzed me from beneath our blanket fort in the middle of the living room.

“I’ll have you know that being popular is not what it's cracked up to be. It’s hard to know when someone is really there for you or for what you can do for them,” I said as I ran my fingers along her side in a tickling motion.

We spent hours sharing and learning about each other; our past and present joys, fears, hopes, and dreams. After all these years, we are starting to truly know each other on a deeper level. It was easy to spend hours cuddled together under our blanket fort, ignoring the outside world.

She finally looked through the selection of books that we purchased, realizing that the books Nova asked for were actually in here.

Her eyes gloss with unshed tears, her mouth hangs open as I watch her process what this means.

I chuckle as she moves through confusion with a scrunch of her eyebrows to narrowing her eyes at me with anger.

She has spent more time in the library than anywhere else in the house, which is fine with me. Coming around the corner, I pop my head into the library. “What would you like for dinner?”

She lifts her eyes from the book she is reading. “Hmm, eating in or ordering out?”

“I would like to make you dinner, if that’s alright.”

She closes the book and sets it aside. “I didn’t know that was an option.” She quirks an eyebrow as she crawls off the chair and slowly stands to walk towards me. Her wolf’s eyes flash as her hips sway as she moves.

Her scent fills my nostrils, someone is ready to play. My eyebrows lift to my hairline. I didn’t know this was such a turn-on for her. “Is there something you have in mind?”

She runs her finger down my bare chest while biting her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh, I have something in mind.” Her finger continues its path down to the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I snatch her hand in mine, pulling her fingers to my mouth.

Placing a tender kiss on the tip of each one, I continue to hold them and bring her focus back to the topic at hand. “Food, what would you like to eat for dinner?”

Her eyes flick to mine before backing down to the growing erection between us. “I’ve got something in mind along the liquid variety.” She licks her lips as she watches my dick as it twitches inside my boxers. Don’t get me wrong, that all sounds wonderful, but she needs to eat actual food.

“How about we eat dinner and then we can discuss after dinner activities?”

She growls at that before her eyes snap to mine. They aren’t the normal hue of her irises, which lets me know everything I need to know right now. Aspen isn’t in charge right now, Aisling is.

Fine white fur sprouts along her arm as she snarls. “Why don’t you be a good boy and lie down for me, hmm? I’ve waited long enough for a taste of you.”

Oh shit, if I don’t get a hold of her wolf, then she will take this further than I wanted to go. I wanted the first time to be between us in our human forms, not the wolves. Clearly her wolf is as ready as Wraith is.

“Hello, Aisling. How about you let Aspen come back and I’ll work her toward that? Don’t you think her first time should be with her in charge, hmm?” Spinning the same type of question back on her.

She snaps her teeth at me, which has already lengthened. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“I know… we all are, but I want to take it a little bit slower. So, how about we get some food in her system before we do any other activities?”

“Fine.” She pulls back, and Aspen blinks her eyes a few times before bringing her hand to her mouth as a blush blooms across her cheeks.

“What just happened?” She looks around.

“It seems that Aisling is tired of waiting for us to get to the mating portion.”

Her cheeks flush a deep crimson that spreads to the tips of her ears as she ducks her head to evade eye contact with me. My finger hooks under her chin, lifting her eyes back to mine as she closes them, still trying to avoid looking at me.

“Open your eyes, Rose.” Her eyes flutter open. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” My left hand brushes her hair behind her ear, then travels down her back, pulling her closer to me. “We are all excited for what is to come, but I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Her eyes crinkle as the confusion blooms across her face.

Clearing my throat, I try to think of the best way to say this. “I, uh, am rather large.” I flick my eyes down and back to her, hoping she received the message. “The last thing I want to do is move too fast and cause physical harm.”

She swallows before saying, “Is that possible?”

Chuckling, I bring my lips to brush against hers. Planting soft kisses along her cheek, I nibble her ear before whispering, “Very possible.”

She sucks in a breath as her hands grip my shoulders.

With a quick step, I move around her, leaving her standing there, panting, with the cutest scowl on her face. “Let’s have some dinner. Shouldn’t take me more than twenty minutes to whip something up.”

Her lower lip pushes out in a pout.

“No food means no fun times. Decide now. The pouting doesn’t work on me, young lady,” I say with a tilt of my head as my eyebrow raises in challenge.

She stomps her foot, pushing her lower lip out even further. “Fine, but I better get what I want at the end because I can promise it’s not food.”

“Fair enough, princess.” I laugh as I walk into the kitchen to scrounge together something of substance. I didn’t really expect to have her here all weekend, so we will have to make due for now.

Twenty minutes later, I am plating the spaghetti and garlic bread onto both our plates. It’s not enough fuel for what I have planned, but it will do for now. I place both our plates on the kitchen island with forks, napkins, and glasses of water before I venture through the cabin to find Aspen.

It doesn’t take long to find her yet again on her chair in her library with that book from earlier.

She looks up when I walk into the room. “Dinner ready?” she asks as she quickly slams the book shut and scrambles off the chair.

I can’t help but laugh at her reaction, knowing she isn’t excited about dinner at all, but what comes after?

Laughing, I follow behind her as she quickly makes her way to the kitchen island.

It’s adorable how excited she is and the youthfulness of it is exhilarating.

The stool scrapes across the hardwood floors as she pulls it back to sit down.

She doesn’t even wait for me to sit down before she digs into her food.

“Slow down, we have all night, all weekend, the rest of our lives,” I say with a laugh as I watch her shovel another mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

Her cheeks are pushed out like a chipmunk storing nuts when she looks sheepishly at me.

A few strands of noodles dangle from her lips before she slurps them in.

I twirl the noodles around my fork as she chews a little slower on her mouthful. She swallows audibly before dabbing her mouth with the napkin. “You probably think I’m being ridiculous.”

My head shakes from side to side as a smile spreads across my face. “Not at all. I’m excited as well. It’s adorable and refreshing to bask in your excitement. Just don’t want you to choke on your food,” I laugh before putting another forkful in my mouth.

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m not as experienced as you? That I have literally no idea what I like? What if I suck at it?” She ducks her head as she slowly twirls her fork in the spaghetti.

“On the contrary, I look forward to learning what you like right along with you. Surely, in all the years of reading romance novels, you have thought of things that you would like to try?”

She tilts her head to the side as she contemplates what I said. It apparently doesn’t take long for an idea to come to mind as I watch the blush creep across her cheeks again. She doesn’t tell me, instead choosing to push more food into her mouth, avoiding eye contact.

My fork clinks against the plate as I set it down to turn towards her. “What was it?”

She shakes her head from side to side, still avoiding me.

Reaching across her barstool, I grab the side of her thigh and pull her closer to me. The squeal she releases is both hilarious and high-pitched. Almost as if she didn’t even consider this as a possibility.

My fingers push the hair behind her ear as I lean in and whisper, “Be a good girl and tell me what it was.”

Her mouth hangs open as she pants out a breath. “It’s embarrassing. I feel like such an idiot even thinking about it. You will be so weirded out when I tell you.”

“Doubt that. Come on, in order for this to work between us, you have to be as open with me as I will be with you.”

“I want to fuck you in your humanoid wolf form,” she mumbles quietly.

Did I hear her correctly? “What was that?”

She heaves out a sigh as her head drops back to stare at the ceiling.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck your humanoid form.

I don’t tell people, but monster romance is one of my favorite tropes.

The size difference, the stuffing, and the breeding.

I’ve fantasized riding your wolf while your claw tipped hands’ grip onto my ass. ”

My mouth drops open because that wasn’t what I was expecting, but before I can even formulate words, she continues.

“I want to dominate you while calling you my good boy. To see you on your knees before me, waiting for my next command.”

Oh, she is a freak, and I’m here for it. My lips pull up into a smirk as I ask, “Anything else you want to do?”

Her face scrunches in confusion. “That doesn’t freak you out?”

I simply shake my head, waiting for her to continue. “I’m sure I can think of more things, but those are top of my list, at least for now.”

“We can check some of those off for sure. I don’t think tonight should be that time. For the first time, we should be more vanilla than those kinks.”

“Va…vanilla?”

I nod my head. “It’s what the kink community considers simple positions like missionary, doggy style, or laying on our sides.

An easier way to think of it would be more like ‘love making’ versus ‘fucking’.

There is nothing wrong with it, and it’s perfectly acceptable to only use those types of positions.

Whatever satisfies you and your partner. ”

“So, I’m not a freak for liking the idea of those things?” she asks timidly.

“Not at all. Well, I mean, you are a freak, but not in the context you are asking.”

She slaps my shoulder, our dinners long forgotten, sitting on the counters. “Asshole.”

I chuckle when I grab her wrist before she slaps me again. “Seriously, being a freak isn’t a problem. It’s healthy to explore things you desire with your partner. You might find you don’t like it or find you love it.” I shrug my shoulders. “Only one way to find out.”

Pushing my stool back, I stand up, pulling her up with me. “Are you ready?”

She licks her lips. “More than ready.”