by Lee Mae
Finn rose, sliding an arm around Angela’s waist. “Okay. Let me know when you want us ready. And I’ll send the word out through the ranks. And to let Bec know…” The unspoken question hung in the air.
“Yeah. Bec. He’s my responsibility. I’ll find him.”
Finn and Angela left the room, Taryn’s eyes following them, watching as Finn jostled Angela through the doorway, pulling her against him. Her clear laugh floated back to them in the kitchen before they disappeared into the living room.
Taryn stifled a yawn behind her hand. “You must be exhausted. This has been rough day for you, following a pretty rough night last night.”
“It’s…a lot to take in. You’re a werewolf, there’s a real-life monster living in my closet that may want me dead. I’m being evicted and my best friend is angry at me. Oh, and my boss won’t pay me. Yeah, rough pretty much describes my life right now.” She gave him a rueful smile. “But I’ll survive because I have you.”
“You sure do.” Sam chuckled. “You want to head upstairs?” He held out his hand. “I promise, no more secrets.”
She took his hand and stood, letting him pull her off the chair. “Yeah, you’ve already told me you’re the big bad wolf. I’m not sure there’s much else you could tell me that would shock me now.”
He pulled her against him, kissing her forehead. She laid her head on his chest and they stood for a minute, the sounds of the house surrounding them.
She drew a deep sigh, pulling away to look up at him, still in the circle of his arms. “Bed sounds like a good place to be.”
35
He led her quietly up the carpeted stairs and down the hall to his room, the sounds of the house fading away as he closed the door. Taryn sat on his bed, kicking off her shoes.
“So, how many people actually live here?”
Sam pulled out the desk chair, toeing off his boots. “It’s usually between ten and fifteen guys and mates, give or take. With Bec…” Sam ran a hand over his face. “It’s been less, since Bec left. He took some members with him, but some have come back.”
Taryn curled up against the headboard and patted the bed beside her. “Come sit.”
He rose, climbing up on the bed and he arranged the pillows behind them and then settled down next to her, arm around her shoulders.
“This thing with Bec, it’s hard for you, isn’t it? Lori’s almost like a sister to me and when we fight, it tears me up inside. Must be worse when it’s family.”
“It is. He’s…I think he’s having a hard time with me being alpha male and him still being my little brother. He wants me to be both, I guess.” Sam leaned his head against the wall, absently rubbing Taryn’s arm.
“Does he want you to treat him differently? Give him favors or cut him some slack because you’re in charge?”
Sam frowned at the ceiling. “I don’t think so. I just can’t act like I did before, can’t go off half-cocked. With this Arden thing, we’d have been in it together, shoulder to shoulder, doing what our father said but competing to see who’d do it better, like a game. But with me giving the orders…it’s not so easy for him to accept, I guess. He can’t do better than me…because I’m not playing the game anymore.”
Taryn was quiet for a minute. She reached for his hand, winding her fingers through his. “Sam, you’ve never told me how your father died.”
Sam drew a deep breath. It still hurt to think about it and the mere thought of discussing it had his stomach in knots. But this was Taryn, and she’d already shared so much of her life with him. He owed it to her to at least try.
“They were…my parents were…killed by a rival pack. It was a long time ago…although it seems like it just happened. The pack, everyone except Bec, seems to have adjusted. But he took it the hardest.”
“How was it for you?” She squeezed his hand and he rubbed his fingers across the back of her hand.
“Hard. Very hard. I was close to my father…and mother. Everyone knew I’d be alpha one day, but it happened so fast, so abruptly…and so brutally…no one was prepared.”
“How many rival packs are there?” The shock in her voice was evident. “Up till just yesterday…was it yesterday? I had no idea your kind even existed and now there’s rival packs.”
“There aren’t that many, maybe only a handful now…there were more, but over the years we’ve stopped being rivals and banded together…worked together. It was one of the things my father had really started, cooperation between rivals and less fighting. There aren’t as many of us as there used to be and fighting just made it worse.”
“So where are all the other packs?”
“Scattered around. Mostly out here, in the suburbs…what used to be considered outside of the city. There are a few in the inner-city areas, our urban cousins. Some further out, in the countryside.”
“And you’re alpha because you’re the oldest?”
Sam nodded. “It’s passed down, through the family. Bec could challenge me, if he really wanted. But he doesn’t want that and I don’t…the pack wouldn’t either. Right now, it would only divide the pack. Bec left, not long ago, with a few guys, to start his own pack. But most of them have returned. I get that he wants to be alpha male, but he’s not ready. Someday, maybe, but not right now.”
Taryn lifted her head, looking up at Sam. Her eyes were soft in the dim light. “You’re under a whole lot of stress here. Why add me to the mix? Why now? I can’t be the easiest thing in the world to add to your life.”
Sam ran his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face to his. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane these days, Taryn. Really. Without you, here…I’m not sure I’d be able to hold it together.”
He kissed her softly and then she snuggled back against him, her head in that now-familiar spot on his shoulder. It felt good having her there, her body warm against his, everything else forgotten for the moment, in the bubble of contentment that surrounded them.
“Why me? And why so quickly, without knowing me at all. You’re not a secret romantic under all that wolf fur, believing in love at first sight? Are you?” He heard the smile in her voice.
“I trust my gut. If you call that love at first sight, I guess that’s what it was. When I saw you for the first time at the club, it was like something hit me full force, knocked the wind right out of me. No other woman has ever done that.”
“There’s been other women?” She was teasing him, even though the question was serious.
“You asked me that before. Yeah, a few, over the years. I’m a werewolf, not a hermit. I’m just like any other guy, you know. I like women, like being with them. But none were serious, at least the ones before my father…before I became alpha male.”
“But it’s different now?” In any other woman, needing this much reassurance would have come across as needy, but with Taryn, knowing where she’d come from, he didn’t mind.
“The stakes are a little higher, I guess. An alpha needs a mate, an alpha female. So, I’ve looked at women a little differently, a little more long-term, I guess.”
Taryn went still in his arms, a not-so-subtle tension creeping into her body. He could almost read her mind. He’d never mentioned wanting anything serious with her. He held his breath, waiting. It might have been too much, too soon, spooking her. But the words were already out of his mouth and there was no taking them back.
“So, you’re saying I’m long-term for you? Like how long-term?” Her voice was low, her words measured, as if she were testing each one as she said them.
“For as long as you’ll have me, Taryn.”
“You’re putting an awful lot of trust in someone you basically just met, you know. I could be after you just for your money.”
Sam had no choice but to laugh. “You can have it all, Taryn, if it makes you happy. But I don’t have that much.”
“Seriously though. You’d want to spend…the rest of your life with me?” The disbelief in her voice was palpable, and his heart clenched.
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nbsp; “Yes, I would.”
He could feel her heart beating against him, faster than it had been. He waited, his own heart skipping a beat, almost holding his breath. And then he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Would you, Taryn? Would you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“As your mate?” Her voice was barely audible in the room.
“Yes. As my mate.” Sam closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control. It was suddenly shallow and fast, and he was lightheaded.
Taryn moved in his arms and he opened his eyes, half expecting her to be sliding off the bed and out of the room. She shifted around until she was kneeling beside him, at eye level.
“You look like I feel.” She was smiling. That was a good thing. And she wasn’t climbing off the bed, yet.
“How do you feel?” His throat was suddenly dry and the words came out sounding rough.
“A little sick to my stomach, a little dizzy.” Her smile grew. “And really happy.”
He cleared his throat. “Happy makes you dizzy?”
“Hyperventilating makes me dizzy and the man who loves me asking me to be his mate makes me hyperventilate. So, yeah, I guess happy equals dizzy.”
“So, is the answer yes?”
“Yes. The answer is yes.”
She held his gaze for a moment longer and then leaned toward him, lips brushing against his, softly at first and then with a force that surprised him.
He sat forward, hands moving up to her shoulders, guiding her down onto the bed. He broke away from their kiss, looking down at her.
“I love you, Taryn. I always will.”
She held his face in her hands, meeting his gaze. “And I love you, Sam. For as long as I can, I will. And I’ll be your mate.”
He’d just claimed her mouth again, his tongue sliding along her lower lip, when she made a startled noise and pushed him away from her.
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
She was looking up at him, a slightly panicked look in her eyes. “When you say mate, exactly what do you mean? In what form?”
Sam propped himself on his elbow next to Taryn, resting his hand on her stomach. “Either. Whatever you want. I’m not asking you to become like me…right now.”
“But you’d want me to, at some point?” A faint frown line appeared between her eyes.
“If you want. I’d like it if you would…but I can’t force you.”
“But I’d have to be like you to be an alpha female, right?”
Sam rolled onto his back, hands behind his head. Taryn sat up, her hand on his chest, watching his face.
“Yes, to lead a pack, you’d have to be like me, a werewolf. And to have children who would be like me, yes, you’d have to be a werewolf.”
“Oh.” The frown line deepened.
“You don’t have to decide tonight. I’m not going to pressure you to change. We have pack members who have human mates. Finn, for one. Angela isn’t a werewolf. She’s a human, like you. She’s accepted who and what Finn is and isn’t ready to change. I think she will, when they’re ready to have a family. But they’re not quite ready for that yet.”
“And you want kids? Little cubs? Like you?” The frown had left Taryn’s face, but she still wasn’t smiling.
“Yes, I would. I’d like a son, someone who’d be alpha male someday.” Sam sat up, meeting Taryn’s gaze, hand to her cheek. “But right now, I want you. I want to make love to you and hopefully, make you happy.”
“You do make me happy. And really, really confused.” She laughed, lying back on the bed. “There’s so much to think about, to decide.”
Sam leaned over, kissing her softly. “There’s nothing to decide tonight. Just having you here right now is all I want.”
And Sam did his best to make Taryn happy, taking his time with everything he did, every touch, every kiss. He’d lost track of time, the room growing darker as he made love to her. She finally cried out, twisting beneath him, her body finding release, as he took his own.
She’d fallen asleep soon after that, tucked against him, her soft breathing soothing Sam, lulling him into his own deep sleep.
A soft knock woke Sam. He slid out of bed, tugging on jeans and padding silently across the floor, quietly opening the door. Finn was in the hall, worry creasing his face, tension in his stocky frame.
“Bec was out with a scouting party tonight and someone came back to say he’s found the thing. Wants to kill it. Thought you should know.”
“Thanks. I’ll be down in a minute.” He closed the door quietly. When he turned, Taryn was sitting up in bed in a pool of yellow light from the bedside lamp.
“Something with Bec? I heard his name.”
“Yeah.” Sam pulled a t-shirt over his head. “He found the wolf-thing and is going to try to take it on single-handed. I should go find him, at least have his back if he’s going to go through with this.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots. “You’ll be fine here, right? Go back to sleep. I should be back before sunrise. Stay. Please.”
Taryn nodded. “I’ll be here when you get back.” He leaned toward her, kissing her softly. Then he left the room.
36
She turned off the bedside light, listening to his footsteps receding down the hall. It was very late and the house was quiet, but there was movement, as if the house was restless and unable to go back to sleep.
The pillow next to her smelled like Sam and she took it, switching it with the one she’d been sleeping on. His rich masculine scent rose up and she inhaled deeply. What would it be like, living here, being his mate?
Would she want to be a werewolf, like Sam? She knew what he looked like, but what would it feel like to be a wolf, to lose control of yourself for that one night each month. Would it hurt? Or would it be somehow liberating?
She loved him, knew that in her very bones, in her heart. It was scary at first, to hear him say the words, to ask her to be his. He’d been just as scared, almost. His heart had been racing, his breathing just as fast as hers. He must have thought she’d say no or run screaming from his room.
But it was much less of a shock than learning he was a werewolf in the first place. That had been overwhelming. So much that she’d only wanted him then, hard and fast, the almost-pain of rough sex wiping out her thoughts.
It hadn’t taken away all her thoughts, just distracted her for a little while. Enough to get her bearings, get her head on straight.
Taryn yawned, pulling the blankets over her shoulder. Ironically, Sam was probably the most normal guy she’d known in a long time. He loved her and she loved him. And that seemed like such a simple thing, now that she’d finally given in to it. Being in love didn’t seem all that complicated, once she’d gotten past letting him into her heart.
*
Sam had come back to the house with Finn and the others, just before dawn, leaving Bec angry with him for tracking him down…checking up on him, had been Bec’s exact words.
He’d found his brother at Taryn’s old apartment, ghosting his way up the fire escape, just on the verge of climbing in through the broken window. He’d tried to stop Bec, but then followed him and the other pack members as they cautiously advanced through the tiny bathroom, into the bedroom. But the closet was empty, the clothing still scattered on the floor where Sam had left it. Nothing else had been disturbed and the scent was fading, nothing fresh.
They’d managed to finally agree, after a terse exchange of words, not to do anything else that night. And Bec reluctantly agreed to meet at the house later to at least talk about some kind of strategy, some kind of plan, so they could work together rather than be at each other’s throats.
Taryn was still sleeping when he entered his room. The sun was just lightening the sky, turning the gray to a dirty pink, the promise of rain heavy on the air. He’d stripped off his clothes and climbed in beside her, nuzzling her neck. She’d immediately rolled into his arms, drowsy and waking slowly.
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nbsp; But he’d kissed her softly, gently, at first, her body sensuous and languid beneath his, both moving to a rhythm that carried them along slowly, every move and every thrust deliberate and exquisitely erotic. Sam lost track of time, of everything around him except the rising heat in his body and Taryn’s warmth surrounding him.
She’d come beneath him, arching up in silent ecstasy, her body tense and taut for one prolonged moment before he felt a rush of heat envelope him and then he joined her, holding himself buried inside her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him as he came. He finally exhaled against her, the last shudders of his orgasm working their way through his body as he held her tight against him.
He rolled onto his side, a slight space between them, his hand resting lightly on the full curve of her hip. Her skin was warm satin beneath his fingers and he thought again about what she’d be like as a wolf, all her curves transformed into a sleek and powerful lupine form.
If she decided that’s what she wanted to do. But right now, that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with her. It was too soon, all too new for her. He just wanted to lie here, sated and relaxed, breathing in the rich musk of their lovemaking and watch Taryn drift off to sleep.
He made sure he didn’t fall asleep again and he woke her gently, with soft words and softer kisses. She showered and dressed and left, not wanting a repeat of the previous morning. He kissed her, standing on the front porch, lips lingering on hers and then she was gone. So much had happened to them in such a short time and Sam was still amazed by all of it, and by Taryn.
37
Taryn was early, through the door to the shop a good fifteen minutes before she needed to be there. No reason to give Ryan the chance to say anything to her today. She was sitting at the table, the appointment book turned to the current day, when he came through the door from the back.