Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

What was wrong with him? He’d been coming here for months, knowing she was his, but had never acted this way. It was enough to set his Lion to roaring. As if finally sensing him, Sheila’s entire body stilled. She turned and inhaled, whipped around to where he was sitting. Her red lips pulled back in a snarl. She looked ferocious, spitting mad, and hot as fuck, with her hair whirling around her face and her electric blue eyes flashing like lightning. She walked over to him, graceful and sleek, like the huntress she was.
“What do you want?” she snapped.
Leo opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Eyes narrowed, he took a step closer, wondering at the increase in the pulse at the base of her neck. She wasn’t repulsed, as she often pretended to be in his presence. The sharp scent of her arousal reached him, and Leo’s beast chuffed.
Fuck waiting.
Before he could stop himself, he stood up, hands reaching out, and he captured her wrists gently, always gently, but firmly, too. Sheila’s blue eyes widened, and he pulled her closer to him, close, so close, right until she was smashed up against his chest. His usual table was a closed off booth, and because it was early, there were only a few people inside. No one near them, though. It was why he liked that table. Against the wall, a perfect view of the room, and no one could see him.
“What are you⁠—”
“Shhh,” he whispered, leaning down, giving her plenty of warning, ample time to push away.
Sheila swallowed, gaze trained on his lips. She licked hers, anticipating what he was about to do, and fuck control, he just lost his. Leo pressed his lips against her closed mouth.
He ghosted over hers at first, testing, teasing, until he felt her surrender with a deep, beautiful moan. He wrapped his arms around her body, binding her to him, licking the seam of her lips with his tongue, begging entry.
Fuck yes. He could have roared aloud in victory when his sexy little Wolf finally opened for him, meeting his kiss with a need that matched his own. The blood in his veins turned to molten lava with the strength of his desire. Passion flared between them, igniting fast and furious like rocket fuel and a spark.
She felt so good right there. Better than good. She felt perfect. In his arms. Kissing him back like he was the only man in the world. Sheila clung to him, nails piercing through the thin cotton of his shirt.
Grrrr.
Yes, the beast liked that. Liked her marking him with her claws, like that she was leaning on him, taking strength from his body. Her arms wound around his neck and she held on all the while kissing him, and kissing him, and fuck, yes, kissing him some more.
No more games, no more hiding. This was raw need. Sheila’s mouth opened wider for him, her tongue tangling with his in a battle for dominance, but neither would give in. Was she all sweet and submissive? Maybe for a second, but then his little Wolf was hot and demanding. She parted her lips, angling her head and forcing him to follow, ruining his shirt with her claws, and making his dick hard with the way her tongue drove deep inside his mouth.
Leo opened his eyes. He needed to see her, needed to know this was really happening. Of course, hers were already open, the electric blue glowing with her Wolf. Sheila grinned wickedly. Wrestling with him. Maybe for dominance, or maybe pure pleasure. Hell, maybe both. All he knew was she was pure fire in his arms, giving as good as she got. Nobody had ever kissed him like Sheila Rand. No one ever would.
Fuck. Leo was man enough to admit she was making him weak-kneed, but he’d never let her fall. Never ever. It was his job to hold her up, his pleasure to be the only man to bring that lust-glazed look to her eyes. He stroked and teased her tongue with his, reveling at the feel of her nipples biting through their shirts. The feel of those two hardened pebbles aroused him all the more. From the sounds she was making, Sheila felt it too. Leo purred, a satisfied sound deep in his chest, swallowing her moans greedily.
Her hands released his shirt and ran down his back, over his hips, and his ass. She was a true queen, taking pleasure in his body, giving only what she wanted to. Fucking perfect for the King of the beasts. Leo’s cock pulsed inside his pants, a steady tattoo slowly rising in tempo and potency.
Pulse. Pulse. PULSE.
He wanted more. Needed more. Wanted everything.
“Mmm,” she groaned, still trapped in their kiss as he lifted her clear off the ground.
He walked with her in his arms, out of view, to the office next to Derrick’s which they used for breaks, or whatever, backing her into the wall. Never once did his lips leave hers. He pinned her there with his body, shielding her from the still open door while he kicked it shut. All the while, he was devouring her mouth, sating his soul, losing himself to the heady intoxication that came with kissing Sheila Rand.
Plump lips caressed his while her long tongue drove him crazy. Her spicy flavor burst on his tongue. Today was pineapples, but those habanero peppers still stung beneath that sweetness.
Sugar and spice, and so fucking nice. Leo’s hands squeezed her ass, and Sheila rewarded him with a hiss, clutching at his shoulders while he rocked his hips into the apex of her thighs. She squeezed him with her legs wrapped around his waist, grinding her hot core against him. He could no longer contain his growl.
He wanted her. Needed her. Here. Now.
A jolt of desire spiked through his blood. She was his mate. His. Mate. He was going to claim her. Here. Now. He didn’t know or care what else was going on. All that mattered was Sheila, all he cared about was her, and that she never stopped kissing him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” a man—no, a Wolf, a soon to be dead Wolf, bellowed from behind them.
Leo turned his head, lips pulled back. The fucker had slammed open the door to the office, and Leo took exception to that. He loosed a mighty roar, like the beast he was. Dropping Sheila carefully to her feet, he turned, keeping her behind him as his claws extended from his fingertips and fangs descended from his gums.
He was ready for battle at a moment’s notice. He was a Prince. A Lion. And this was his mate. His vision was red from the sheer strength of his anger at being interrupted. He’d take care of this.
Sheila tried to sidestep him, but Leo tucked her behind him protectively, as a good mate would. He had to shield her from harm. It was his duty. But did she appreciate it? No! Of course not. His sassy little Wolf was pounding on his back, yelling something at him. He could not hear, the blood was still roaring in his ears, but he moved when she started kicking, albeit reluctantly.
“No! Bad pussy! Heel! Sit! Where’s a fucking water gun when you need one?” she yelled.
“Fuck, Leo! Sheila, you alright?” Derrick Rand growled.
“Ohmygawd, Derrick! You are cockblocking your cousin,” Lucy mock screamed.
The tiny, yet very pregnant female, pushed into the now cramped office, giggling as she did, and was eyeing Leo and Sheila like a sorta disapproving-approving big sister. Then, she was pushing her big Alpha mate back, and Leo finally realized what he’d been doing, and with who.
Holy. Fuck.
“Ow!”
Leo ducked his head to stop Sheila from beating on it. But he could not blame her. he was equal parts frustrated and confused. Yes, he wanted her like no other, but claiming his mate in a cramped office within ear range of who knew how many people was not his ideal.
“Bad kitty!” Sheila raged and continued slapping him on the shoulder.
“Please stop hitting me, and put those away,” he whispered.
“What? Sorry. Oh, shit,” she muttered, clearing her throat as she tucked her fantastic bra-covered breasts back inside her tank top.
“Lucy, that overgrown house cat is mauling my cousin in the middle of the goddamn day in my bar!” Derrick pleaded with his wife, who’d just smacked him in his head.
“Housecat? Really,” she hissed. “You have a problem with Cats, do you? Well, good luck seeing this pussy’s pussy ever again! You flea-bitten hound dog,” she raged, and pushed away from him.
“Fuck, kitten. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry!”
Derrick was quickly trying to backtrack, and Leo couldn’t blame him. Even if he thought it slightly hilarious to see the big bad Alpha groveling at his five foot nothing mates feet.
Good luck earning her forgiveness, buddy. A feline scorned…
“Ouch! What did I do?” Leo asked after getting another whack from Sheila.
“I don’t know, you used your Lion magic to make my brain stop working or something⁠—”
“Lion magic? Really? Just admit it. We’re mates. You want me and I want you, dammit⁠—”
A shrill whistle filtered through the air and every Shifter in the entire bar covered their ears and whimpered. Especially the four that were trapped inside the office.
“That’s enough,” Lucy growled, ceasing that horrible noise.
“Okay, okay. Derrick, I am an adult. Thanks for your concern. Lucy, my cousin is a butt hole, but thank you for putting up with him. And you,” Sheila said, glaring at Leo as she stepped out from behind him. “I don’t know what to say to you, but honestly, Derrick, Leo and I are good here.”
She turned her blue eyes on him, narrowing them angrily. Then she exhaled and made an impatient face, like he was doing—oh, yeah the growling. He should probably stop snarling at the man in his own establishment.
“Sorry,” Leo said, voice still husky with his beast.
Leo turned to Sheila to see if she approved, but that redhead was not easy to please. Still, it would be fun trying, he mused. Sure, Derrick was her Alpha and her cousin, a big fucking Dire Wolf too, but his Lion seemed pretty sure he could take him.
Wait. What? No, this isn’t right. Derrick is a friend.
Leo shook his head, trying to clear out some of the noise. Sheila stood next to him, talking to Lucy in a low murmur. He was too riled up to relax, and as if she knew and understood, the sexy little she-Wolf pressed her side close to his, allowing him to place his hand on the small of her back.
Just like that, he was calm. Like magic. The faintest touch of her skin soothed his savage beast long enough to stop his grumbling. Then, she went and placed her small hand on his stomach, a sort of half embrace, and the damn Cat inside him started purring.
“I still don’t know what’s going on,” Derrick mumbled.
“Oh, honey, when we get home, I will tell you all about the birds and bees. Though, considering you’re the one that gave me this freaking forty-pound basketball under I’ve been hiding beneath my shirt, you should know all about it,” Lucy grumbled.
“TMI, Lucy,” Sheila groaned, and Leo smiled at her silliness. He liked her playful. It was just another side to the woman he wanted to know more about.
“Anyway, you two can go now. I’m fine. This was all kind of, um, unexpected,” Sheila said by way of explanation and shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, don’t you two worry. We understand. We have to be going anyway,” Lucy answered and embowed her mate to get him moving.
“Ooof! Seriously? Fine cuz, but next time find a fucking room, not inside my bar, or the Pack house,” Derrick grumbled.
“Hush! Bye Sheila! See you later, Leo!”
“Dammit, Lucy, you pinched me, and now you’re gonna pay,” the Alpha Dire Wolf bent down and lifted his pregnant mate off the floor like she weighed nothing at all.
He spun her around until she was giggling and kicking like mad, before taking off with her for the Pack house. Leo and Sheila watched them for a moment, and he was already dreaming of the day Sheila looked at him like that. With love and trust glowing in her pretty eyes.
Someday.
“Oh, hell. Well, I guess I better tell the boys to steer clear of the Pack house for a few hours,” she mumbled and shot off a text on her cell phone.
“So,” Leo began, watching Sheila’s cutesy little frown as she sent that message to her Pack mates.
“So, what?”
“You kissed me,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin.
“Oh, bullshit! You kissed me. I was just reacting.”
“No, no,” he replied, shaking his head. “You kissed me, Sheila, and I want you to admit it.”
“Oh, for fuc—you know what? Fine. I kissed you. What do you want, a cookie or a sticker or something?”
“No. I want lunch. With you. Right now.”