Page 10 of The President

“That’s probably because Tressa told them all, in no uncertain terms, that mated males were off the table,” Chaos retorts. “Of course, I don’t want anyone else, which makes that a moot point, but still, she decided to make sure there was no room for error.”

I snicker, because Tressa has gone from a shy, somewhat meek human to a bold, confident female since she and Chaos mated. I don’t know if the dynamics will be any different since Vivi is already a wolf, but I guess we’ll find out. Finishing the last of my beer, I set it on the bar top and hit it with my hand. “I’m out. Need some sleep.”

“Later, Fox,” they say in unison.

“I wouldn’t stay up too late, I’m sure your mates will need something,” I call out as I head to the stairs that’ll lead me to my suite of rooms.

While all the rooms are practically mini apartments, as the president, mine is the largest. Once I’m inside, I look around trying to see it the way Vivi will. I already have matching bedroom furniture, complete with an empty triple dresser, as well as another closet that’s stood vacant, waiting for the day I found my mate. She might want a different color scheme, though, since I noticed she seemed to be partial to greens and purples. I guess they’d more accurately be called sage and lavender, but it’s not like I sit at the local hardware store memorizing paint chips.

Shrugging, I head into my bathroom, turn on the shower then while the water is heating up, stripping out of my clothes, hanging my cut up on the hook behind the door and then tossing my clothes in the hamper. Since I don’t let anyone clean my den, I found it was a lot easier to keep things neat from the get-go. As I step into the shower stall, I let my mind wander over Vivienne while I let the water flow down my body.

She’s perfect for us, my wolf whispers as I pour shampoo into my hands then begin to wash my hair. Most of us tend to wear our hair shorter, almost military length in some instances, so it doesn’t take long to move on to washing my body. When our shared kiss crosses my mind, I take my hardened cock in hand and proceed to jack off with thoughts of Vivi on her knees as I pump into her delectable mouth, her plump lips surrounding my hardness. It doesn’t take long for me to call out her name as my seed paints the shower wall. As the water hits it and it slides down the drain, my thoughts drift to the time when it’ll be her body and her pussy that’ll receive my cum.

After I finish washing, I completely rinse off, clean the shower, then step out, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist. Once I have my hair combed and teeth brushed, I finish drying off, then stride through my room naked, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge that sits in the corner before I slide between the cool sheets.

I decide to send Vivi a text before I go to sleep so I grab the phone I placed on the charger earlier and go into the messaging app. I prefer to talk to people versus text, but it’s too late to call her and I just put clean sheets on the bed, so I don’t want to be jerking off for a second time after hearing her voice.

Me: Hey, wanted to let you know I made it home. Enjoyed myself tonight, Vivi. See you soon.

Vivi: I did too, Fox. Glad you got home safe and sound. Don’t forget to send me the address for the clubhouse.

Me: Doing that now.

I quickly send her the address for our clubhouse and wait for her response. Shit, I feel like a teenage male right now chasing after a crush or something.

Vivi: Got it. I can come out on Friday if that’s okay?

Ugh, I have to wait two days to see her? Fuck. This might be the death of me. Then inspiration strikes and I decide we’ll have a cookout so she can meet everyone in a relaxed environment.

Me: That’s perfect. You’ll likely meet everyone, but we’ll make it easy and have a cookout.

Vivi: LOL. No pressure, huh? I’ll just be under a microscope is all.

Me: You’ll get to meet Tressa and Nini. Oh, and Chaos’s grandma. Everyone calls her Nonna.

Vivi: I don’t remember my grandmother. Some hunters killed her and several other packmates before I was born.

Me: I’m sorry to hear that. Don’t worry, she’ll take you under her wing like she’s done the girls.

Vivi: I’m looking forward to it. Can I bring anything?

Me: Just yourself. Good night, Vivi. Sweet dreams.

Vivi: You too, Fox.

My dreams are vivid and center around Vivi, as well as the fucker who thought he could claim my mate. As I dress for the day, I decide I need to have Popeye, our IT guy, do a deep dive on her former pack. Once I’m downstairs, I notice most of the brothers are around, eating breakfast, so I walk into the kitchen where Nonna, Tressa, and Nini are cooking, while the club girls serve.

“Sit anywhere, Fox, and we’ll fix you a plate,” Nonna orders. Turning to Tressa, she lightly smacks her hand. “That pan is too heavy for you, child.”

“Nonna, I’ve got shifter strength, remember?” Tressa asks.

“You’re carrying my great-grandchild. A paper plate is too heavy for you,” Nonna retorts, causing Tressa to roll her eyes.

“Fine, whatever. Maybe I should check with Chaos,” Tressa muses.

I chuckle, because ever since Nonna found out both women were expecting, she’s insisted that they back off from some of the things they were doing, then she enlisted the club girls to ensure shit got done. I know both the women could handle stuff just fine, they’re appeasing Nonna, but it’s funny to watch them try to push against her edicts.

Teeny brings me a loaded plate, along with a cup of black coffee. “Thanks, Teen,” I say.

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