Page 34 of When Embers Become Ashes

I can see she looks relieved, but there is some sadness coming from the bond. I cup her ass pulling her flush against me so my erection is now squashed against her core.

“The thought of you growing our pup in your belly is getting me harder than stone. Pine doesn’t understand why I’m not rutting you until you are, BUT it can wait until we are both ready, I do want soon though baby; I plan to have plenty of kids around us for years to come” She gives me a watery smile, closes her eyes, and melts onto my chest as I hold her. I should have thought and told her before something happened. But it's time for a cold shower...

“Luna baby, as much as I love having you in my arms, I need to shower and get dressed before I make a mess of the outfit Miles got you. I don’t want him bitching at me.” Ren says into my hair. I kiss where I marked his chest. Even that’s odd. Over the bite mark is now what looks like a tribal wolf and phoenix entwined like Yin and Yang. I sigh and stand, I hear him mumble,

“Cold shower, definitely a cold shower.” Before he has a chance to stand, I drop to my knees, taking him in my mouth and help relieve that problem.

“Baby. Fuck. Luna, you need to stop doing this to me.” He groans but strokes my head, resisting his urge to fist my hair; hollowing my cheeks, I take him in my throat and swallow, remembering how much he liked it last time; his hips buck, and with a groaned

“Ember Baby,” from my grumpy Alpha, his release hits the back of my throat.

Licking his now semi-hard cock clean, I stand, kiss his cheek and go to the bed to start stripping the cum soaked sheets off.

He’s just slumped back against the window. He eventually walks past, smacking my ass as he goes making me moan.

I hear him mumble something but don’t hear what as someone knocks on the door.

Opening it expecting another bimbo, so I open it with a raised eyebrow, but my expression soon turns to a smile when I see it’s Creed. Leaving the door open, I head back to stripping the sheets; until I hear an odd noise, I turn to see Creed has gone stone still and is a strange shade of puce. Shit, the room is filled with the scent of mine and Ren’s combined multiple releases.

“Creed, you never have to ask permission to feed from my residual emotions. Please feed” He doesn’t move

“Feed, bro. Like Em said, you don’t have to ask us.” Ren states as he leaves the bathroom and heads to the closet. I don’t turn and see him half or fully naked; that won’t help Creed right now. Creed closes his eyes and inhales deeply. His features flicker to his alter side, but I’m distracted. It’s like I can feel the scent of sex, orgasms, and love being sucked out of the room. I watch the changes to Creed happen like I’m watching a slow-motion camera. His skin smooths and seems to have a glow to it, his hair looks thicker and shinier, and his muscles become more defined, not bigger, but it’s as if someone has just airbrushed him before my eyes...Ren appears at my side.

“What the?” I glance up at Ren

“Instead of snacking when he gets hunger pains, he’s just had a 10-course meal and filled his tank.” I explain to Ren, knowing what Creed has been doing,

“Why didn’t you tell us you needed more? We would have helped!” Ren growls at a star-struck Creed, who just mumbles,

“It’s different when it’s Ember!” A blush forms.

“I need to go shower, but Nic wants to see you both at breakfast.” He dashes out of the room, his ears turning pink, which causes me to giggle. Ren looks at me for an explanation. I go up on my toes and kiss his lips as I pat his dick with a giggle, then walk off to head downstairs. I hear an “oh,” followed by a chuckle.

“Before we go down, can I take a photo of your mate marks? I have a hunch.” Ren asks as he throws the sheets in the hamper.

“Sure, do you want to clue me in on the hunch?” pulling the jumper off, I stand waiting for him to take a photo. Instead, a purr starts as he presses up against my back and kisses his bite marks.

“Why are you not wearing a bra again?” He takes a deep breath and pulls back. I hear the click, so I put on my sweater again.

“Miles didn’t supply me with one, and I think the strap would rub on my scar, even though I’m big, so I need one, or I will start to sag.” He hums and kisses my nose.

“I want to send the photo to your dad and uncles in case anyone tries to claim you as a mate. They can nix them before talking to you, and I want to show the guys that are ready to swear to my pack when I turn 18, as I think a few if not all of your mates are in this pack house.” I nod an ok, and we head to Nic’s office via the kitchen for Coffee and Tea.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ember

Ren knocks once and walks into Nic's office. The patio doors are open, and the plastic succubus is fake crying outside them. How do I know it's fake? Well, no red eyes or nose; her makeup is still perfect. The male wolf inside is short compared to most shifters and pear-shaped, with what can only be described as relaxed muscle, as if he just gave up on maintaining it. His hair and beard are unkempt, and his face keeps flashing between anger and cunning.

Lucian sneaks in, bringing two Irish coffees from the smell, just as the door behind us swings shut. He gives me a wink and nods toward the chair in front of the Alpha's desk, where a another tea sits waiting for me, keeping Ren between me and the unknown male. I sink into the chair, pulling my feet up under me. The motion gives me a few twinges, reminding me of what I got up to last night, but I just sit, sipping my tea.

If it weren’t for the whining, this would be a rather tranquil setting before a busy day. A random thought hits me.

"How come the boys aren’t at school?” Lucian gives me a cheeky smile.

"Snow day! We couldn’t get out of the lodge! Nic is also the headteacher at the school, so the boys tend to work from home if he has pack business." It makes sense, so I give him a nod and a smile, ignoring the daggers from Mr. Pear-shaped and the death glare from Plastic. I just look to Uncle Alpha and sip my tea.

"Mika is on his way; he had a work call, so he was delayed," Luc informs Nic as he hands him his cup of coffee. The door opens as if he was waiting for a cue.

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