Page 20 of Harvest

Damian nodded. “I would and would be most annoyed with a she-wolf who didn’t let me know she was safe and even more pissed at the alpha who allowed it.”

“Don’t let that worry you,” said Evan. “Most things piss off Damian.”

“I’ve found most alphas are just pissy by nature,” teased Stephanie.

“Part of what makes them alphas,” agreed Xander, helping her to her feet. “Do you want to go down to Damian’s office and call your former pack?”

She nodded. “I think it would be best.”

“Evan, go let the chef and kitchen staff know that we will be joining everyone in the dining hall shortly and that Xander has been called to and taken his fated mate.”

“Will do. Stephanie, Kayla has set you up in another room. Your things have been unpacked and while you won’t be needing clothes for the next few days, if you want you can get cleaned up…”

“She’s fine,” said Xander, followed by a warning growl from Damian.

Evan shook his head. “You’ll have to forgive the two of them. They’re both just this side of Neanderthals.” He turned back to Damian and Xander. “Hot news flash for you, she-wolves don’t like meeting their new pack and being presented as the fated mate to their beta without feeling they look their best. I’m not disagreeing with Damian and Xander, mind you, you look great. I just know Kayla would want a chance to change.”

“Thanks, Evan. If you’ll show me where the room is, I’ll grab something and then come back here to hop in the shower.”

“I suppose you just expect me to sit here like some trained lap dog,” said Xander, clearly feeling as though his wishes where she was concerned were being overridden.

“Nope. I expect you to join me in the shower and have your wicked, wolfy way with me,” she teased, feeling incredibly lighthearted.

“What an excellent idea,” Xander said brightening. “I knew I picked a mate who was as intelligent as she is beautiful.”

“God save me,” said Damian as he left the room.

Evan leaned over and kissed her, despite Xander’s growl, which she cut off with an elbow to his ribs. “We really are glad you’re here and even happier that you and Xander have found each other.”

“Thanks, Evan.” She turned to Xander. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you start the shower? When I was hiding in there, it looked fairly complicated.”

“You have five minutes,” he said, “then I’m coming to claim what’s mine.”

“I told you,” said Evan, holding the door for her, “just this side of Neanderthals.”

Evan showed her what was supposed to have been her room. It would have been nice, but she rather thought she liked the one with the gorgeous male wolf complete with broad shoulders, sculpted chest, six-pack abs, deep v-notches, and the most amazing cock. The rooms were on the same side of the house, so it meant she didn’t have to give up her ocean view.I’d rather look at a naked Xander than the ocean, any day, she thought.

Stephanie grabbed a casual, silk slip dress with a deep V-neck, front and back she had purchased in Milan the last time the she-wolves of the DeMedici pack had gone on a shopping spree. She felt fortunate that her new home was close to alarge, metropolitan city. She grabbed strappy sandals, a bra, and earrings. She thought about panties and decided against them because she doubted he’d allow it and knew that they wouldn’t feel comfortable on her punished backside.

She winced when she thought about how much her ass hurt. Her mate knew how to deliver a wicked punishment spanking. He was as adept at discipline as he was at pleasure.

As she entered their room – when had she begun to think of it as their room? – the bathroom door was open. She heard the sounds of a powerful shower with multiple heads running and steam was beginning to fill the space. Stephanie pulled off his sweater and walked naked into the bath.

Xander turned and smiled. Apparently, he’d taken her at her word that she would welcome his attention in the shower. His cock was fully erect and made her smile.

“I’m not sure how to read that look,” he rumbled, causing her nipples to stiffen and desire to swirl in her nether regions.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her body against his, reveling in the feeling of his cock throbbing between them.

“I was just wondering why it was I didn’t think I liked the idea of being your mate. Granted, you can be a jerk, but I find that’s common amongst wolves.” He growled and she grinned. “But you, my mate, have a lot to recommend you—not the least of which is that thing pressed against my belly. Besides, I find peace and happiness in D/s and you are an exceptional Dom. I have a new job where I think I can make a contribution and so far, everyone here seems nice. Except maybe Damian, but he’s an alpha and the whole lot of them are miserable sots.”

Xander chuckled. “Behave yourself,” he said, swatting her backside.

She yelped and jumped into him, causing him to make a pleasured growl as he lifted her into his arms and carried herinto the large, standing shower. He set her down under the hot, pulsing spray. She loved the feeling of her most feminine place as it seemed to soften and get wet in preparation for him. For whatever reason, Alexander Charles really did it for her. She hadn’t even known him for twenty-four hours and yet she felt as though they had always been together. She smiled, that was the allure and the promise of a fated mate—that one soul that existed simply to complete her own. Hers stood right here, his hands stroking her body, soothing and arousing at the same time. She rubbed herself against him like the proverbial alley cat in heat, enjoying the feel of his cock as it throbbed.

“We told Damian we’d be downstairs shortly so if we’re going to fuck, you better get on with it.”

He swatted her again, the wet from the shower intensifying the sting. “Watch yourself, mate. I’ve warned you about trying to top from the bottom. I can tie you to our bed and torture you for hours and I will if you try it.”

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