Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Lounging lazily like the haughty felines they were, Sheila wondered just why they had presumed to simply walk in. Were these relatives allies of Leo? They were definitely nosey. Sheila reached for her jeans and top. She did not do confrontations naked—unless they were with Leo.
“A Dire Wolf, huh? That’s kinda cool, but you didn’t answer the other question. Who are you?”
“Second,” Sheila continued, as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “You don’t get to just walk in here. Not anymore. And you certainly don’t get to snap questions at me.”
“And why not?”
“Because,” Sheila continued as she turned around and entered the bathroom, closing the door unhurriedly. “I’m Leo’s mate.”
“Holy butt-sniffers!” the younger woman squeaked and practically choked on her bubblegum.
“Ariella, I don’t know about you, but I like her,” the woman with silver streaks threaded through her stylishly short blonde locks said loud enough for Sheila to hear her with the bathroom door closed.
Yay, Sheila! She smirked and turned on the shower. Sixteen minutes later, she was cleaned, and dressed in fresh jeans and a t-shirt. Sheila opened the door to see the two Lionesses still there.
“You clean up nice,” the younger one said.
“Gee, thanks,” Sheila said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, since you are Leo’s mate, I figured we’d stick around for formal introductions. I’m Leo’s Aunt Patricia. Guess that makes me your auntie, too. This here is one of my daughters. Ariella, stand up and say hi.”
“Hi,” Ariella said once she stopped choking. She grinned wickedly, and peaked at her mother.
“George is going to shit himself.”
“Ariella! Don’t talk about your brother like that. He is though, isn’t he!” Auntie Pat said, smirking before she laughed wickedly.
“You see, my little brother Georgie has been lining up all the eligible Lionesses for Leo to choose his mate. In fact, they should be parading through the Palace interviewing room in about an hour,” Ariella informed her.
“Oh, really?” Sheila growled.
“Yes, really,” added Aunt Patricia. “Forgive me, but how do we know you’re actually his mate?”
“Surely, you can scent what happened in here?”
“Sex is sex, dear. But where is your mating mark?”
“My Pack prefers to hold all claiming ceremonies for the night of the full moon,” Sheila replied.
It wasn’t a lie exactly. Dire Wolves did prefer to mate by moonlight. Afterwards, the ritual of the claiming tattoo would take place in sight of the Pack. Odd, she did not really think of them as an MC now, since they’d retired. But some shit was bone deep. In fact, she grabbed her cell phone and shot off a text to Brock. The bastard owed her one after that shit he pulled in the bar yesterday.
“So, you know, the full moon is tonight, you know,” Ariella supplied, and Sheila’s heart immediately started beating overtime.
Hmm.
She wondered if Leo would mind getting a tattoo. She hadn’t noticed one on him earlier. His wide shoulders and broad chest would be perfect in her opinion, and with those muscles, he’d only look hotter with a bit of ink.
Whoa.
That would only be an option if Sheila was thinking about making this mating real, and she was far from doing that. Her emotions were all over the place, but her Wolf was consistent. She wanted Leo to be hers, regardless of her human fears.
“You ladies up for a ride?” she remarked casually when she was feeling anything but.
“You’re changing the subject,” Aunt Patricia said.
“Yep. You pussies riding with me? Or are you a couple of scaredy cats too timid to follow a badass Wolf?” Sheila baited them, sliding her boots on, and tugging her hair into a low ponytail.
“What kind of ride?” Ariella asked.
Just then, the sound of a couple of Harley’s revving their engines echoed in the room. Ariella bounded over to a row of long curtains lining the wall. She pulled a switch, revealing double, glass terrace doors. Sheila gasped her surprise before Ariella opened said doors, that led out to a stone patio leading to a path that split off to different areas of the massive yard. One path went to the side of the Palace, to a fence the other side of which sat her ride.
Wowza.
Leo had a fucking terrace in his bedroom. This man was way too good at hiding bits and pieces of himself from her. Some goody-two shoes he was turning out to be! It was like he was leading this whole double life. Leo was a bad boy! And that just made her she-Wolf swoon and sigh dreamily over the big puffed up pussy, for fuck’s sake.
Just think of the midnight runs! We could find our fur together and come right to bed.
Sheila rolled her eyes at her canine’s imagination.
“Well, ladies? What do you say? Want to burn some rubber with a couple of Dire Wolves?” she asked, and the two Lionesses looked at each other, mischievous grins on their faces before joining her on the patio.
“We talkin’ tires, or other kinds of rubber?” Aunt Patricia asked and wagged her eyebrows.
OMG. The older Lioness had just made a condom joke. Ha! Sheila snorted.
The woman was old enough to be her mother, but hey, Sheila wasn’t judging. People had sex because it felt good. Sex was fun. Sheila was not going to hold her suggestive and hilarious questions against her. That Lioness was funny as fuck.
“Just a ride on a Harley, Auntie P,” she said and winked.
“Oh pooh! Well, I suppose I could be persuaded. I’ll take the big, bald one,” she purred.
“Um, Sheila?”
“Yeah, Ari?”
“Who are these guys?” Ariella asked and blinked slowly as she took in Thor, Brock, and Weylin.
The latter was riding Sheila’s custom pink, and black painted Harley Softail Convertible. She watched her Pack mate pull up to the fence along the side of the rock wall that partially closed off the garden and opened to the field and forests behind. Fucking place was amazing, she thought while admiring the view.
The back of the property seemed to begin as a manicured lawn with all the customary entertaining doodads that crazy rich people always seemed to have in their yards. There was a large swimming pool, a fountain, a gazebo, tennis courts, and a huge grassy lawn. Maybe that’s why these Lions called it a Palace.
There had to be some good explanation for why her Leo lived with the King of the Pride. She swallowed hard and pushed the thought away. She wasn’t ready to hear her own ideas on that situation, much less whatever these two Lionesses had to say about it.
Sheila eyed the high rock wall separating the property from the small side road where her Pack mates were currently idling on their bikes. She could clear that on her two legs. No problem. A sharp whistle reached her ears, and she turned to see Brock signaling to her. Right. The Beta had a kitchen to run, and it was almost lunchtime. Sheila’s pulse raced as she got closer to her motorcycle. Her blood hummed with the need to ride.
“Those are my Pack mates,” she finally answered, noticing Ariella’s still and unblinking stare. The Lioness had her golden gaze on Brock, and the Wolf seemed unwilling or unable to break eye contact.
Hmm. That’s interesting.
She’d save her curiosity for another time, though. Right then, Sheila had better things to do. Like maybe get herself away from the weird situation she found herself in so she could mull it over.
Grrr.
Her she-Wolf was not happy about this at all. But she shut down her animal with a sharp command. Her human side was in control, and she had some thinking to do.
Relax, she told the beast.
She needed to beat it, even if just for a minute or thirty. Not like she’d run out on the big ol’ pussycat without telling him. Not now that she’d let him in. Sheila couldn’t walk away cold if she tried. And for once, she did not want to try.
Also interesting.
It had only been a few days since she’d jumped on the back of her Harley and cruised the open road, but she could use the clarity right about now. There was something about miles of black asphalt that allowed Sheila to just think.
Oddly enough, that sweet moment of peace she got whenever she went out for a ride, no matter how long or short, was even sweeter now that she had a permanent place to land. For a she-Wolf who’d never had a room, much less a home of her own, that was something alright.
But was she really destined to live in a Palace? The thought stuck in her throat like an un-popped piece of popcorn.
Shit.
She didn’t want to have those thoughts. Not when she was still feeling so good after her sexy little romp with Leo between his silky sheets. Fuck, they were probably real silk she realized with an unsteady breath. Her fingers itched to get ahold of his hot and hard body once again, but for now she’d settle for gripping the handlebars of her bike.
She’d had Weylin repaint the trim a few months ago. It kind of went with her nails now, and their logo. She grinned excitedly at the hot pink lines and flames that covered the custom body of her ride. The other two boys were on their own rides. Brock on his FXSTB Night Train and Thor on his VRSCA V-Rod. All three Harleys gleamed in the setting sun and the men on them with their leather cuts and dark helmets looked pretty dang good, even if they were her family.
“Well, ladies? Let’s go!” Sheila laughed and took off for the wall at a run with the two felines right behind her.
“Hey there, Sheila girl. Dang, you stink like Cat—ouch!” Weylin rubbed his arm where she’d punched him.
“Shit, Sheila, you know I bruise easily!” he complained.
“Oh, shut up, you big baby. Now, scoot out of the way, I’m driving. Ladies, this here is Weylin. He’s just a grunt,” she teased despite his scowl. “That’s Brock. He’s our Pack Beta. And that giant over there is Thor, our Enforcer. Guys, this is Aunt Patricia and Ariella. They want to go for a ride, what say you?” Sheila asked grandly and grinned wickedly as the humor left her Pack mates’ faces.
“Ma’am, I’d be happy to take you for a ride,” Thor said and offered his hand to Aunt Patricia, who slapped it away.
“I can get on myself, big guy. You just keep this thing straight, and I’ll hold on to the good parts,” she replied and grinned wickedly. With a throaty little purr, the older Lioness mounted behind the big man.
“Ooof!”
Thor’s eyes bulged out of his head, and he actually squeaked as the feline wrapped herself around him and clung like a vise. She nipped his ear, and Thor revved his engine, taking off like a bat out of hell.
“Mom!” Ariella blushed as she gingerly got on the seat behind Brock.
Sheila pretended not to listen as the Dire Wolf Beta instructed her to scooch on closer. He handed her his helmet, turning to latch it carefully beneath her chin before telling the little kitty to put her arms around his waist. The lust in the air was pretty hard to miss, but Sheila was much too worried about herself to tease her Beta about it just yet.
Very interesting.
It seemed like it was open season on the DWMC. She supposed Cats and Dogs could get along if circumstances were right. Maybe this was a sign of some sort.
Fuck it.
Sheila might not be able to stop fate, but she’d go down swinging. That was a guarantee.
“Let’s ride,” she said before taking off with Weylin clinging to the seat and cursing for all he was worth.
Sheila’s laughter was swallowed by the wind as she sped away from the Blue Valley Pride, and from Leo. Her she-Wolf growled and snapped until she reassured the beast she’d be returning within the hour.