Page 31 of Wolf Traded
“You want to wash my scent off rather than let me help with this? Fine.” She turns away from me and I curse myself mentally before getting up and stomping to the door.
“I’m not washing your scent off, Jara but we don’t have time to do all the things I want to do to that gorgeous body.” Her skin flushes red. “Do not take a shower.” I remind her leaving the room. I need to remind Angela of what is expected of her in our absence.
I jog to her little house nearby and pass several busy pack members loading up the car. I would rather shift and run but the meeting is on neutral territory. The Fae wouldn’t appreciate two wolves showing up and running through their city and the humans would freak the fuck out.
I raise my fist to knock on Angela’s door but she swings it open before I get the chance. “I know what is expected of me, Alpha. Isn’t this a little late for you to just be waking up?” She raises a taunting brow at me as if she knows but then I realize that she probably smells Jara all over me and I shrug.
“I got really good sleep last night.”
“I’m sure that’s not all you got last night,” she chuckles. “And probably this morning.”
“That’s enough out of you. Don’t let the pack burn down while we are gone. And make sure someone keeps the pups in line.” I give her a stern look.
“So teaching them how to make Molotov cocktails is out of the question? Damn whatever will we do with ourselves?” She grins and I shake my head as I stride away. Her cackling growing quiet as I make my way back to my home.
Walking inside I breathe in deeply. I don’t think I will ever get over how happy I am to have her citrus and vanilla scent mixing with my own all over the house. It’s fucking Heaven.
Jara walks down the stairs and I’m shocked at how amazing she looks. Her caramel hair is pulled up in a sleek high ponytail. The black skirt she wears hugs her curves going to her knees. The rest of her long toned legs showing below it down to feet that are in low heels. Her white button down shirt shows just the hint of cleavage but is still classy and sophisticated. It is the perfect outfit for the summit.
I make it to her in two long strides and breathe a sigh of relief when I still smell myself all over her. “You may be too sexy in that. I wish I could put you in baggy sweats so no one could ever see those toned legs that were wrapped around me less than 24 hours ago.”
“You’ll just have to settle for having your scent all over me in this. We’re running late go get dressed and I will find us something for breakfast.” She pats my cheek then moves in to kiss it but I turn my head taking her lips with my own. She gasps giving me the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss but I back off because she’s not wrong. We are running behind.
I turn and take the stairs two at a time making sure not to look back at the dazed look I am sure is all over her face right now chuckling under my breath.
I dress quickly in a charcoal gray suit, black shirt and tie. I put on the uncomfortable dress shoes and take a look in the mirror. I look formidable as I should. I pull my hair back in a bun at the back of my head and decide this is as good as it’s going to get.
I’m lost in my head worrying about the summit when a quiet gasp sounds from the bottom of the stairs. Jara’s eyes are wide and heated. The scent of her desire fills the room and my wolf rumbles a growl of happiness that our mate wants us. I have to remind him we can’t have her right now. The pack comes first and if we miss the peace talks we are likely at war with anyone who would want to challenge us for our territory. It is nice to know that my mate desires me though.
“Are you ready to go?” I raise a brow at her and she nods before handing me a bag with several breakfast sandwiches in it that were in the freezer ready to be microwaved. My wolf preens at the gesture. Our mate is taking care of us making sure we eat. His primal instincts are so out of whack sometimes.
I hold my elbow out to Jara and she surprises me by placing her hand in the crook of it just as an alpha couple is expected to in any pack. The pack is watching us as we make our way to the passenger side of the car and I open the door for her and helping her inside.
Closing her door I round the car before getting in the driver’s side and starting the engine. Jara groans as she takes a bite of the sandwich and I start to wonder at the insanity of spending any time in a car with her making those noises with her tanned legs on display.
“Sorry, we don’t have anything like that in my old pack. It tastes so good.” She looks away blushing.
“Don’t ever apologize for enjoying food. We have to enjoy the little things in life, plus I happen to enjoy the sounds you make.” I wink over at her putting a hand on her knee and rubbing my thumb back and forth absently for a while.
“You should eat those before they get cold.” She insists and I wonder if her wolf is riding her as hard as mine is me. She looks very interested in my eating habits right now and her eyes flash. I move my hand from her knee and grab one of the sandwiches taking a huge bite almost entirely for her benefit but she isn’t wrong and the flavor bursts across my tongue. Who knew that frozen microwaveable processed crap could taste so good?
“That is very good, Jara. Thank you for thinking of me and making so many. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled this.” I take another huge bite finishing it easily in two bites. Jara looks pleased with herself as she takes another bite humming to herself in satisfaction. I like that she seems happy right now and that she feels the need to provide for me and make me happy the same way my wolf longs to do the same for her. It’s a really strange feeling. Wanting no needing to provide for another person. I’m not sure I like it but the happy smile on Jara’s face right now makes the strange feeling worth it.
I just wonder how long before I mess this up again? How long can I keep those happy smiles on her face?
17
JARA
When we get to the summit we are ushered to our suite. It’s a large space but lacks any real charm. It’s your standard hotel room with the same pictures on the walls uncomfortable couches and a second room with a huge king sized bed. I eye the bed. We have only slept in the same bed once and though it was amazing I’m not sure how Archer feels about sharing a space like this. He’s usually distant and cold but in the last day he has been a lot different.
I wonder if this is something I can learn to expect from him or if I’m always going to feel this unsettled in our relationship. I have no idea who this mate of mine really is. “Come, mate. It’s time to go meet with the other alphas.”
Taking a deep breath to steal myself for seeing Grayson again, I loop my hand through Archer’s offered elbow and hold my head high just like my mother taught me. Do not show fear or weakness not even to an alpha.
Breathe Jara you can do this. Grayson can’t hurt you anymore. As long as you are respectful and don’t mess anything up, we can get through this.I give myself a mental pep talk as Archer watches me closely.
“Don’t look them in the eye too long and don’t turn your back on them when they are speaking to you. I know you are strong but you must treat them with deference.” Archer whispers close to my ear and I offer him a jerky nod.
