Page 11 of Nanny's Mate

“You know wolves,” she said, turning away from him then. “They are inclined to want a lot of children. I was fine with that. That’s how I feel, too.”

Mike listened attentively, leaning on his palm as she regaled him with stories from the past while smoothly cooking up a delicious breakfast. Her voice had a low, sultry cadence to it but also a lyrical disposition that made each story feel emotional and important. He felt like he could listen to her all day. Or even for the rest of his life.

“How are you finding the little ones then?” Mike asked, pining for more stories. “Triplets sound like a lot to deal with, even for a practiced nanny.”

She laughed. Mike couldn’t get enough.

“It’s pretty hectic, but I like a challenge. Something has initiated their shifting sense early, did Karla tell you that?”

Mike shook his head as she looked over at him.

“Well, it’s happened to all three of them. If they get overly emotional, like angry or sad, they turn into these tiny pups. It’s kind of adorable and crazy at the same time.”

Beatriz scooped the eggs and bacon onto their plates, then poured the coffee once it had brewed. Mike remained naked at the table, transfixed on the slivers of skin he could see beneath the satin flow of her robe. It was difficult not to want her the way he'd had her the night before, over and over again. But he was also reveling in the human side of their courtship, which was getting to know her from every angle.

“What about you?” she asked, taking a seat next to him. “I know you work for the Wolfe’s, of course."

“I’m an enforcer,” he said, grasping the fork in his big, meaty palm. “I have been in Vegas for a while, helping Nic set up there.”

Beatriz nodded with instant comprehension. She didn't inquire anymore about his duties, as wolves, in general, knew what the role of an enforcer essentially entailed. He did whatever their patriarch, the wise Tristan, told him to do, and that was that.

She was also privy to pack talk, so that was something else that didn't need to be explained. It was beneficial in many ways to find a mate that was within Mike’s world. She knew what mates were inherently and had the same insatiable thirst for sex as he did. That stirred up Mike’s wolf a bit, which he stifled as they consumed their meal.

They ate up ravenously, the two shifters starving from their night of spectacular sex. Once they were filled with protein and caffeine, Mike stood, took their plates and mugs from the table, and placed them in the sink.

“What are you doing?” she asked from the chair.

“I’m doing the dishes,” he said firmly. “You made me a wonderful breakfast. It's the least I can do."

She chuckled and rose from the table. Mike felt the silk of her robe graze him as he started to run the water.

“I’ve never been with a man who was so insistent on helping out in the kitchen,” she murmured, standing next to him.

While her voice made his skin break out in goosebumps, the idea of her being with another man summoned the green-eyed beast in the shifter. Jealousy enveloped him, causing the wolf to break free from its chains, demanding with an iron will that he make her his before it was too late.

It made him feel crazy, but he didn’t mind it.

“Then you haven’t been with the right men,” Mike sneered with zero attempt to shield his dismay.

“I am starting to realize that,” she returned.

Mike turned off the faucet and turned to Beatriz, who was smiling wildly. He tilted his head, going in for a kiss to devour her, when she flashed him a mischievous smirk.

Beatriz hastily avoided the kiss and darted down the hallway. Mike growled and stalked her into the bathroom.

Just as he stepped through the door, she turned on the water, the room flooding with steam. He stopped in his tracks as she dropped the robe, the sight of her naked body like a powerful hand wrapped around his throat.

“Well?” she said, eyes flickering with desire, “aren’t you going to join me?”

SEVEN

BEATRIZ

Mike's naked body made Beatriz feel feverish. She had been with other wolves before, all of them in impeccable shape. It was the nature of being a wolf shifter, but it also came down to genetics and discipline. Many of them looked like they were carved from marble, their corded muscles hard as iron, rendering the aesthetics a mouthwatering thrill.

But that was often where the attraction started and ended. She slept with them even if their selfishness knew no bounds, often needing to finish herself off once they departed. The spark ignited, only to fizzle out within an instant.

She was fine with a purely physical relationship, but in the long run, that wasn't what Beatriz wanted. She wanted love and passion that endured the way her parents’ did.

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