Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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Had she lost her mind? Sheila clenched her thighs tight on the wave of moisture that drenched her panties. Daydreaming about smexy times with the big pussy was not okay. Shit. She’d been just a second too slow to react. The scent of her arousal had already drifted across the table to Leo’s extremely sensitive nostrils. His chest rumbled and gaze finally met hers, glowing gold with his beast.
“You know, we can postpone lunch,” he growled, his voice deep and sexy as fuck. “—until after I’ve eaten.”
Sheila’s mouth went dry at the barely veiled innuendo. Her sex throbbed and pulse raced. She could think of a dozen different ways to get them both to her room in under five minutes so they could continue their, er, conversation in private. She shook her head and went with annoyance instead.
“Fuck off, kitty,” she returned.
“Anytime you want, little Wolf,” he replied with a smirk.
Sheila signaled for Kelly.
“Can you tell Brock to hurry up with our order? I have to get back to work,” she grumbled.
“Sure thing, Sheila,” the young woman said, and giggled when Leo looked at her, smiling.
“What?” she spat, glaring at him.
“Impatient.”
“You usually have your food ten minutes after sitting down, and we’ve been sitting here in silence for fifteen.”
Leo grinned at that, and Sheila felt her cheeks burn.
“What?” she demanded.
“You watch me when I come in.”
“You come in everyday, Leo.”
His response was to grin even wider. The damn pussycat was not even trying to hide his pleasure. So what? She let one little fact she’d picked up about him slip. Big farting deal.
“I don’t have to be a detective to keep track of customers.”
“True, little Wolf, but you are keeping track of me and that’s a win in my book. Maybe I’m wearing you down,” he teased.
“Shut up.” Sheila snorted. “Okay, so what’s with the outfit?”
Leo looked down at his clothes, then back at her, eyebrow raised.
“You never wear jeans or t-shirts,” she pointed out.
It was bad enough seeing him looking so good in his work clothes, but having him sit next to her smelling all good like freshly laundered cotton was making her mouth water. Sheila had a thing about soap, too. Had always loved the clean scent growing up. It was one she readily welcomed, especially after what was sometimes days on the road.
“I’m officially on vacation,” he replied and interrupted her train of thought.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to see you because I have to leave—”
“You’re leaving?” she asked, stunned by how hard that hit.
Sheila should not care if Leo left town for a few days on vacation, right? Shouldn’t bother her one bit. And yet.
“I’m gonna be gone for a few days, and I wanted to say goodbye—”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“But after that kiss, there is no way in hell I can just leave now.”
“That didn’t mean anything,” she lied.
“Lie. But I won’t argue with you, Sheila. Anyway, I have a proposition for you. If you’re not chicken, that is.”
“Oh, you didn’t just call me chicken.”
Grrr.
“Hey, Leo, Sheila,” Brock greeted them.
He sauntered out of the kitchen with their lunches in hand and placed them on the table.
“Damn girl, easy on the growling. We have a lot of normals in here this afternoon.”
“Oh, don’t mind Sheila, Brock,” Leo inserted. “I might have taunted her a little.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Well, I may have called her a chicken.”
“No way! Ha! Sheila a chicken? Damn Leo, you must want your ass handed to you sideways,” Brock replied and laughed.
“Is that so?” Leo asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“She’s pretty tough, for a girl.” the Beta added.
“Gods, save me from arrogant men,” she mumbled, and felt herself getting angrier by the second.
It was bad enough she let herself get roped into having lunch with a damn feline, but now she had to take shit from her Beta, too? What the hell?
“I wasn’t exactly calling Sheila out. You see, Brock, I have a little situation going on within my Pride right now. I could use Sheila’s help, but I understand if she’s not comfortable entering an all-feline community.”
“What?!” she sputtered.
“I see,” Brock answered Leo, talking like she wasn’t even there.
“I suppose it might be intimidating for a she-Wolf. What seems to be the problem anyway, Leo? Can I help?”
That dirty, lowdown, ass-munching traitor.
“The fuck?” Sheila snarled at her Beta and the Lion.
The two of them ignored her, chatting away like the old biddies they were about to become, once she was done slicing their balls off. Holy hell. She needed to calm down. There was no reason for her to be this riled. Only, she was.
Relax. They can take their stupid taunts and shove them up their furry butt holes.
“Thanks Brock. Appreciate the offer. I don’t know who I can trust back home. It’s been a while and there’s been a troublesome development. You see, the King’s health is bad, and the elders are looking to replace him. I need Sheila here to act as my mate while I go home to the Pride for a few days to investigate.”
“Why?” she asked, curious now.
“Lions are all about breeding. When word gets out that an unmated, breeding age male is around, I won’t be able to get anything done. Every family with an eligible female will be shoving them at me. I’ll be drowning in unwed Lionesses, some of whom will be in heat, and I need a way to effectively fend them off, preferably without insulting anyone.”
“A whole Pride of horny Lionesses, huh? That seems like a good problem to have,” Brock replied, enjoying Sheila’s discomfort.
Lionesses prowling around my mate? Fuck. No. Grrr.
Crap. Now was not the time to go all possessive. She was supposed to remain separate and aloof to Leo’s charms. She couldn’t go strutting around pretending to be mated to the man.
“You would think that, but I need to focus on the King. Problem is with Lionesses in heat, and me still unmated, my Cat will feel a biological imperative to service those females, and well, I don’t have the time—”
“Don’t have the time?” she growled, deep and low.
Two-timing tomcat.
“I have a duty to my Pride, Sheila, and I am asking you to help me root out whatever is going on there by running interference for me. It would be a big help. And I will owe you a favor,” he said, sweetening the deal.
“Damn, Leo, Pride politics sound intense,” Brock interrupted her thoughts.
His easy going tone belied the intelligence she knew he possessed. He was the Beta for a reason. The man had an unending supply of patience and understanding.
Prick.
“So, Sheila,” he addressed her. “Are you afraid to play a Lion’s mate?”
“It’s not that simple, Brock,” she sputtered, still on the fence.
What did he know about it, anyway? She didn’t tell anyone that Leo really was hers. How could she just pretend? The Lion knew damn well they were fated mates, and being in such close proximity would drive her nuts.
She’d find herself good and claimed before the weekend was finished. Maybe that was his plan. The dirty rat!
“Well, I suppose I could find some other woman to help me out. Maybe Kelly, our waitress, wouldn’t mind pretending to be my mate while I investigate things. That will cause a significant delay, of course, while I teach her what she needs to know about Pride life. I’ll also have to mark her with my scent,” he continued despite her growing growl.
“I was really hoping your Pack mate here would find it in her heart to help me out, Brock, but if you could just call Kelly over here—”
Leo spoke with just the right amount of inflection to suggest he was really understanding, though presumably put out by her rejection.
“Now, wait a minute—” Sheila was positively incensed at the idea that she was not honoring her Pack’s obligations. Okay, there was the itty bitty little fact that the idea of him marking anyone but her with his scent was turning her Dire Wolf into a homicidal maniac.
“You know, I don’t see why you won’t help a friend of ours, Sheila. That isn’t like you,” Brock interrupted. “Or is the good detective here right in thinking you’re afraid of tangling with a couple of Cats? After all, Lucy whooped your ass at arm wrestling the other night.”
“I let her win! You know, I did,” she replied, shocked he would stoop so low.
“Sure you did, honey.” Leo agreed condescendingly. “Now about Kelly?”
It was obvious he was just placating her about the arm wrestling thing, and that was bad enough. But then to ask for their waitress to act as his mate? No way was that going to fly with her or her she-Wolf.
The nerve of that milk-lapping jerk!
Anger coursed through her veins, and some other green-eyed emotion she’d rather not admit. That big pussy might have laid out this trap for her like an angler dangling a worm on a hook, but at least she recognized it. Too bad, idiot she was, Sheila was grabbing onto the damn thing faster than a hot knife sliced through butter.
“So, if I come home with you and chase those females away, you owe me a favor, right?”
“Yes,” he replied, tensing a little.
“You will do anything I say?”
Leo’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the implication, but she saw something click right before he nodded. There was no going back now. If she did this for him, Sheila could tell him to leave her alone. She could remove the temptation to be subservient to a man and get on with her life.
It was the perfect plan.
“Fine. I’m in,” she said smugly.
Leo eyed her suspiciously, and Brock chuckled as he walked away. He might be bigger than her, but she was smarter.
Wily little Wolf.
“So, when do we leave?” she asked nonchalantly.
“How fast can you pack?”
“You know, we can postpone lunch,” he growled, his voice deep and sexy as fuck. “—until after I’ve eaten.”
Sheila’s mouth went dry at the barely veiled innuendo. Her sex throbbed and pulse raced. She could think of a dozen different ways to get them both to her room in under five minutes so they could continue their, er, conversation in private. She shook her head and went with annoyance instead.
“Fuck off, kitty,” she returned.
“Anytime you want, little Wolf,” he replied with a smirk.
Sheila signaled for Kelly.
“Can you tell Brock to hurry up with our order? I have to get back to work,” she grumbled.
“Sure thing, Sheila,” the young woman said, and giggled when Leo looked at her, smiling.
“What?” she spat, glaring at him.
“Impatient.”
“You usually have your food ten minutes after sitting down, and we’ve been sitting here in silence for fifteen.”
Leo grinned at that, and Sheila felt her cheeks burn.
“What?” she demanded.
“You watch me when I come in.”
“You come in everyday, Leo.”
His response was to grin even wider. The damn pussycat was not even trying to hide his pleasure. So what? She let one little fact she’d picked up about him slip. Big farting deal.
“I don’t have to be a detective to keep track of customers.”
“True, little Wolf, but you are keeping track of me and that’s a win in my book. Maybe I’m wearing you down,” he teased.
“Shut up.” Sheila snorted. “Okay, so what’s with the outfit?”
Leo looked down at his clothes, then back at her, eyebrow raised.
“You never wear jeans or t-shirts,” she pointed out.
It was bad enough seeing him looking so good in his work clothes, but having him sit next to her smelling all good like freshly laundered cotton was making her mouth water. Sheila had a thing about soap, too. Had always loved the clean scent growing up. It was one she readily welcomed, especially after what was sometimes days on the road.
“I’m officially on vacation,” he replied and interrupted her train of thought.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to see you because I have to leave—”
“You’re leaving?” she asked, stunned by how hard that hit.
Sheila should not care if Leo left town for a few days on vacation, right? Shouldn’t bother her one bit. And yet.
“I’m gonna be gone for a few days, and I wanted to say goodbye—”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“But after that kiss, there is no way in hell I can just leave now.”
“That didn’t mean anything,” she lied.
“Lie. But I won’t argue with you, Sheila. Anyway, I have a proposition for you. If you’re not chicken, that is.”
“Oh, you didn’t just call me chicken.”
Grrr.
“Hey, Leo, Sheila,” Brock greeted them.
He sauntered out of the kitchen with their lunches in hand and placed them on the table.
“Damn girl, easy on the growling. We have a lot of normals in here this afternoon.”
“Oh, don’t mind Sheila, Brock,” Leo inserted. “I might have taunted her a little.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Well, I may have called her a chicken.”
“No way! Ha! Sheila a chicken? Damn Leo, you must want your ass handed to you sideways,” Brock replied and laughed.
“Is that so?” Leo asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“She’s pretty tough, for a girl.” the Beta added.
“Gods, save me from arrogant men,” she mumbled, and felt herself getting angrier by the second.
It was bad enough she let herself get roped into having lunch with a damn feline, but now she had to take shit from her Beta, too? What the hell?
“I wasn’t exactly calling Sheila out. You see, Brock, I have a little situation going on within my Pride right now. I could use Sheila’s help, but I understand if she’s not comfortable entering an all-feline community.”
“What?!” she sputtered.
“I see,” Brock answered Leo, talking like she wasn’t even there.
“I suppose it might be intimidating for a she-Wolf. What seems to be the problem anyway, Leo? Can I help?”
That dirty, lowdown, ass-munching traitor.
“The fuck?” Sheila snarled at her Beta and the Lion.
The two of them ignored her, chatting away like the old biddies they were about to become, once she was done slicing their balls off. Holy hell. She needed to calm down. There was no reason for her to be this riled. Only, she was.
Relax. They can take their stupid taunts and shove them up their furry butt holes.
“Thanks Brock. Appreciate the offer. I don’t know who I can trust back home. It’s been a while and there’s been a troublesome development. You see, the King’s health is bad, and the elders are looking to replace him. I need Sheila here to act as my mate while I go home to the Pride for a few days to investigate.”
“Why?” she asked, curious now.
“Lions are all about breeding. When word gets out that an unmated, breeding age male is around, I won’t be able to get anything done. Every family with an eligible female will be shoving them at me. I’ll be drowning in unwed Lionesses, some of whom will be in heat, and I need a way to effectively fend them off, preferably without insulting anyone.”
“A whole Pride of horny Lionesses, huh? That seems like a good problem to have,” Brock replied, enjoying Sheila’s discomfort.
Lionesses prowling around my mate? Fuck. No. Grrr.
Crap. Now was not the time to go all possessive. She was supposed to remain separate and aloof to Leo’s charms. She couldn’t go strutting around pretending to be mated to the man.
“You would think that, but I need to focus on the King. Problem is with Lionesses in heat, and me still unmated, my Cat will feel a biological imperative to service those females, and well, I don’t have the time—”
“Don’t have the time?” she growled, deep and low.
Two-timing tomcat.
“I have a duty to my Pride, Sheila, and I am asking you to help me root out whatever is going on there by running interference for me. It would be a big help. And I will owe you a favor,” he said, sweetening the deal.
“Damn, Leo, Pride politics sound intense,” Brock interrupted her thoughts.
His easy going tone belied the intelligence she knew he possessed. He was the Beta for a reason. The man had an unending supply of patience and understanding.
Prick.
“So, Sheila,” he addressed her. “Are you afraid to play a Lion’s mate?”
“It’s not that simple, Brock,” she sputtered, still on the fence.
What did he know about it, anyway? She didn’t tell anyone that Leo really was hers. How could she just pretend? The Lion knew damn well they were fated mates, and being in such close proximity would drive her nuts.
She’d find herself good and claimed before the weekend was finished. Maybe that was his plan. The dirty rat!
“Well, I suppose I could find some other woman to help me out. Maybe Kelly, our waitress, wouldn’t mind pretending to be my mate while I investigate things. That will cause a significant delay, of course, while I teach her what she needs to know about Pride life. I’ll also have to mark her with my scent,” he continued despite her growing growl.
“I was really hoping your Pack mate here would find it in her heart to help me out, Brock, but if you could just call Kelly over here—”
Leo spoke with just the right amount of inflection to suggest he was really understanding, though presumably put out by her rejection.
“Now, wait a minute—” Sheila was positively incensed at the idea that she was not honoring her Pack’s obligations. Okay, there was the itty bitty little fact that the idea of him marking anyone but her with his scent was turning her Dire Wolf into a homicidal maniac.
“You know, I don’t see why you won’t help a friend of ours, Sheila. That isn’t like you,” Brock interrupted. “Or is the good detective here right in thinking you’re afraid of tangling with a couple of Cats? After all, Lucy whooped your ass at arm wrestling the other night.”
“I let her win! You know, I did,” she replied, shocked he would stoop so low.
“Sure you did, honey.” Leo agreed condescendingly. “Now about Kelly?”
It was obvious he was just placating her about the arm wrestling thing, and that was bad enough. But then to ask for their waitress to act as his mate? No way was that going to fly with her or her she-Wolf.
The nerve of that milk-lapping jerk!
Anger coursed through her veins, and some other green-eyed emotion she’d rather not admit. That big pussy might have laid out this trap for her like an angler dangling a worm on a hook, but at least she recognized it. Too bad, idiot she was, Sheila was grabbing onto the damn thing faster than a hot knife sliced through butter.
“So, if I come home with you and chase those females away, you owe me a favor, right?”
“Yes,” he replied, tensing a little.
“You will do anything I say?”
Leo’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the implication, but she saw something click right before he nodded. There was no going back now. If she did this for him, Sheila could tell him to leave her alone. She could remove the temptation to be subservient to a man and get on with her life.
It was the perfect plan.
“Fine. I’m in,” she said smugly.
Leo eyed her suspiciously, and Brock chuckled as he walked away. He might be bigger than her, but she was smarter.
Wily little Wolf.
“So, when do we leave?” she asked nonchalantly.
“How fast can you pack?”
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