Page 24 of Wrong Turn, Right Bear
“Maybe I’ve watched too many movies.” He fiddled with the duvet before saying, “Go on.”
Where was I? Oh right. Meeting someone. “Do you remember the wolf I met outside the hotel? The smaller one?”
“Seriously? How could I forget? My heart stopped, I swear, and I almost peed my pants.”
“He wants to see you in person.”
“As opposed to him having a tail, fur, and long canines?”
“Something like that.”
Theo agreed and I messaged Chuck.
Romey took over the zip-lining class I had this morning though I’d conduct the one this afternoon. He asked if I’d mated the cute omega from yesterday’s hike and when I hesitated, he chuckled. “You did.”
When Theo and I finally made it out of bed, I lent him an oversized T-shirt because his clean clothes were at the guest house.
“Pancakes or eggs?” I stared into the fridge. I’d gained a mate but the contents of my pantry and fridge were that of a single guy who wasn’t home much.
“Pancakes but you have to agree to flip them.” He squeezed my ass that was clad only in a pair of briefs, and I flicked his butt with a dishtowel. ‘Or maybe I’ll eat something else instead.”
Gods, this human. My cock engorged and I swirled to face the sink but my mate slid his hands over my hips and rubbed them over the hard ridge under my briefs.
“You have a choice. Eat pancakes and drink coffee or suck my dick. We don’t have time todo both.” I was torn, wanting his mouth on me but my belly grumbled. Our all-night sex marathon had worked up an appetite.
“What a dilemma.” My mate tapped his lips. “Thinking, thinking. Eat dick, maybe with syrup or pancakes, also with syrup. It’s a difficult choice for sure.”
He rubbed his arousal on my butt and I almost came but we had a lifetime ahead of us. Sex could wait until this evening. We’d fucked so frequently last night, Theo must be sore.
“I vote for pancakes this morning and dick this evening.”
Theo laughed. “Does that come on a platter?”
“Which one?”
He shrugged. “Both.”
“That can be arranged.”
I prepared the pancake mixture while Theo poured orange juice and made coffee. I’d never made much effort when preparing meals; whatever was quick, easy and nutritious was what I ate. But the two of us together in the kitchen, my mate humming a tune I wasn’t familiar with was like a warm blanket wrapped over my shoulders. The cozy atmosphere was something I wanted to experience again.
But our sex-capade and mating didn’t cancel the questions I had about our lives going forward. Theo hadn’t quit his job—he was due in theoffice in two days. How we were going to muddle through hadn’t been discussed.
“You are going to flip that, right?” My mate’s voice brought me back to the present.
Pancakes were easy. Life, not so much.
“Ready?” I was focussed on the perfect flip, just enough tension in the wrist and not too much oomph. My belly tensed, ready for battle.
“On three. One, two, three.”
The pancake hurled into the air, did a backflip and landed with a satisfying plop on the pan.
“Success.” Theo kissed me on the lips and I bowed, elated. “Now for more. I’m starving.”
Just as well we’d chosen food over cock.
Breakfast was slow because we fed one another forkfuls of pancake, kissed, licked syrup off each other’s lips and popped strawberries into our mate’s mouth. Theo slid his bare foot over my leg and I envisioned clearing the table and tossing him on top before plowing into him.
