The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Hours later, Pamela woke up beside a naked and sexy as fuck male. She pulled her dress on quietly and tiptoed through the empty hallway. This was a walk of shame she had never quite done.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. He bit me!
Her she-Tiger chuffed and whined. The stupid animal wanted her to stay, to go back upstairs and snuggle with the big, warm male.
Mate, her beast called mournfully, but she shushed the creature.
How could she be so dumb? Sure, she’d been down for a little nooky, but he bit her. He marked her without her consent. The bastard.
Not true.
Fine—in his defense, Javier—omfg how hot was his name? Eek! Ahem, be cool, girl, damn—Javier had asked her to say yes. And she did. Pam had said yes—more like screamed it, but she didn’t mean it.
For fuck’s sake, he was holding her orgasm hostage! What was she supposed to say? Thank the gods he’d fallen into a heavy sleep—almost like he’d gone into hibernation—and she was able to get away. She had to admit, her curiosity was piqued. He smelled like Bear, but not like Brayden. He was different, somehow.
It didn’t matter. He was none of her business.
Mate, the she-Cat pushed.
No. We have to go home. We have to take care of our cub.
The reminder of Paulie waiting for them back home was the only reason her Cat was allowing her to leave. Which was fine with Pam—if only she could make it out of the house without being seen. Tiptoeing through the dark with her heels in her hands and her hair and dress hopelessly mussed, she almost got away Scott free when she heard someone calling her name.
“Pamela Brown. Is that you sneaking around my house?”
Shit.
Pam turned around and smiled at Uncle Uzzi’s knowing stare as the older Witch looked at her from head to bare toes.
“I see you had a good time?”
“Um, yeah, about that,” she hedged, grasping for a way to apologize. “Uh, Elissa wanted me to thank you for inviting the Maverick Pride to participate⁠—”
“Oh, my dear, please don’t stand on ceremony with me,” Uncle Uzzi took her arm and led her through a door to a corner of the kitchen where only a few staff remained to assist with the cleaning. “Now, you look like I did the first night I snuck home after meeting my liebling. We spent the night at a grand Witch ball, under the stars and making love. It was the best night of my life. But what I do not understand is why are you sneaking away? Did he hurt you?” Uncle Uzzi’s blue eyes sparked at the suggestion.
“What? No!” Pamela replied, aghast at Uncle Uzzi’s forthright manner—though she was not really surprised.
The man was known for his downright brutally honest approach to sex and mating. She appreciated that. Uzzi was a no holds barred kinda guy, which normally Pamela could get behind. Especially when someone else was in the hot seat.
“Um, it was fine. He was fine. Perfect gentleman,” she said.
“Fine? Ugh, my dear, don’t be boring. Be honest, you can talk to Uncle Uzzi, tell me everything,” he said, popping a tiny bear cookie into his mouth that oddly enough reminded her of Javier.
“Okay, you got me. Javier was incredible, but there was a mistake. It was just for tonight, but well, he bit me,” she whispered the last part.
“What? And you didn’t want that? I swear I will zap osito right in the buttocks for forgetting his manners, my dear. A claiming bite, you say? And your Tiger allowed it?”
“Yes, my Tiger allowed it. And I guess I did to. I am just confused, Uncle Uzzi—” Pam stopped and cocked her head to the side. “Osito?”
“A nickname Javi had had since he was a cub,” he informed her. “Javier Auberon is the best of men, but if he forced you into this, Pamela, I will do everything I can to try to change the outcome⁠—”
“No! Uncle Uzzi, the truth is, he did not force me into anything. He’s my mate,” Pamela confessed, and the statement shocked even her. “I just need time. Please, Uncle Uzzi.”
She looked up as the sound of a roar reverberated in the mansion, followed by a crash, and thudding footsteps. Javier ran into the kitchen, looking more Bear than man, and Uncle Uzzi stepped in front of Pamela, who was stunned at the possessive display.
“Javier! Stop it right now,” the older Witch commanded, and the half-man half-Bear Javi seemed to immediately calm down.
“Mate,” he said in a calmer voice and looked back and forth from Pamela to the older Witch, his fur and claws receding. “Where did you go? Why did you leave? What happened, kitten?”
“Javi, there has been a mistake⁠—”
“No. We are not a mistake. You are my mate,” he insisted.
“Javi, let the woman breathe,” Uncle Uzzi demanded, and Pamela was grateful for his intervention.
She wasn’t sure she could resist Javi looking so handsomely disheveled, and smelling so good, like pine forests, mountain air, and the combination of their animals’ fur. Just thinking about it sent tendrils of sensation hurtling throughout her body.
Pamela had to be honest with herself. She’d gone into heat almost instantly after just meeting the man. She’d fucked him like she couldn’t survive without his cum. And here he was, larger than life, and wanting more.
Who did that? No guy she had ever been with.
Shit. Of course, she was confused. He’d made love to her like a god, and damn it, she had never felt so good before.
“Look, I suggest you go home, think about things Pamela—” Uzzi was saying, but Javi stepped forward, his dark eyes focused on her as his lips quirked into a grin.
“Pamela?” he repeated and smiled, saying her name a second time in his softly accented voice.
“Pamela. Yes, it fits. A beautiful name for a beautiful mate.”
“Dear gods, Javier, didn’t you ask the woman her name before you stuck your dick in her?” Uncle Uzzi shouted and bopped the Bear Shifter on the nose with a rolling pin, shaking his head.
The old Witch pointed his hand, zapping the male with blue sparking magic right on his naked chest when Javi reached for Pam. She winced at his discomfort but appreciated Uzzi’s gesture. If that bear touched her, she would melt at his feet.
“Back off, osito. I can still kick your ass, you know.”
“But—”
“No, butts. Pamela, go on home, and I will deal with Javi here, but be prepared. The fact is, he did claim you, and we have things to discuss. Make some time tomorrow to meet with us,” instructed Uncle Uzzi.
“Okay,” Pamela said, and her eyes filled with tears as warring thoughts and feelings churned like a twister inside her mind.
Confusion was the strongest, and she had to agree with Uncle Uzzi, she needed some time. Her eyes met Javier’s once before she turned to leave. The hurt on his face was painful to witness, and she hated she was the one to cause it.
What else could she do, though?
This was supposed to be a one night only kinda thing. One night of naughty for all the other nights of being boringly nice.
Pamela just was not cut out for being a mate. She had a son to take care of and was only just finding herself and her place in the Pride. She didn’t need a man to come into her life and mess it all up now.
“Flaming fart balls,” she muttered, and turned onto the highway to head back to Maverick Point.
No. She was not going to meet with Javier again. He was too tempting, and she wasn’t strong enough to say no a second time.
Damn. Damn. DAMN.
Pamela’s Tiger whined while she silently cried after turning off the radio for the entire trip back home. All those Christmas carols were making her feel worse. Why did she have to go and meet her mate now?
If only she were worthy of him.