Page 102 of Wulf's Pack
Watching my mate enjoy her first milkshake is one of the greatest moments of my life to date, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning. The joy that radiates from her over experiencing this one simple pleasure with absolutely no fear or stress is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That I am able to give her this feels like the single greatest accomplishment I’ve ever achieved. This woman—this beautiful, selfless, amazing woman—deserves the world, and from now on I’m going to do everything I can to make sure she gets it.
After we finish our shakes, we head to the movie theater. I’m ridiculously excited to give her another new experience. Her delight and curiosity when we get there is adorable. She’s bouncing like a five-year-old hopped up on sugar. Maybe it was the milkshake, but honestly, I think she’s just that thrilled. I’ve never seen her so lighthearted.
She clasps our hands together, swinging them between us as we stroll through the parking lot to the ticket booth. I never thought I’d be a hand-holding type of guy, but Skylar rarely lets go of me, and I love it. I love the constant physical contact. Not just knowing, but feeling that she’s right next to me, safe and happy is a balm to my soul. I never considered myself lonely, but having a mate at my side, a woman I love more than life itself, completes me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
I also love that everyone around can see we’re together. Apparently, along with being a hand-holder, I’m a possessive asshole too. My desire to stake a claim on her and let every male in the world know she’s mine is an instinct that took me by surprise. And my arrogant, smug, prideful wolf is just as bad. The way he preens when people see her on my arm is over the top. I can’t fault him for it, though. I like showing her off as much as he does. I like people seeing what a lucky bastard I am.
We reach the ticket booth and scan the titles. There’s nothing I’ve been dying to see, but it wouldn’t matter if there was. Skylar owns me. I’ll see whatever she wants. “It looks like horror, romance, action comedy, or animated,” I say.
She studies the titles and movie posters. “Not horror.” She shudders. “I’ve seen enough real horror in my life. I don’t need to add to that for entertainment.”
I have to bite my tongue and am careful not to let out the growl my wolf is snarling in my head. I hate knowing what she’s been through. But she’s safe now. There will be no more horror in her life. Never again.
Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her. I pull her tightly to me and kiss the top of her head. She leans into me and shocks me when she slides her arm around my waist and tucks her hand into the back pocket of my jeans. It’s an innocent gesture, but it’s enough to wake up my libido. We’re about to go sit in a dark theater together, and I can’t help the dirty thoughtsthat enter my brain. I know nothing will happen, but what man hasn’t imagined making out in the back row of a movie theater?
Your thoughts are more X-rated than simply making out, you pervert. Get it together, before you pitch a tent in your pants and have to explain to your sweet, innocent mate what has you so revved up.
My inner thoughts have a point. I take a deep breath and banish my fantasy to the deepest corner of my brain. Still, my voice comes out a bit rough when I say, “Romance, then?”
She slides me a sideways glance. “You want to watch a romance?”
“I want to watch whatever you want to watch.”
She snorts, and I smile to myself. Every day she shows me a little bit more of her personality. She’s been suppressing it for so long I doubt she even knows who she is at this point. But she’s not the shy, docile wolf I met in the club that first night. Not completely. She’ll always be submissive, but not as much as she was when she was afraid of being hurt for speaking or acting out of turn. She’s got a playful sense of humor, and every now and then she surprises me with just enough sass to get my blood pumping. The combination of submission and confidence is intoxicating. I’m completely addicted.
“Well, if you’re really letting me decide, I’d actually like to see the animated one. When I was growing up with the vampires, Samuel often let me watch Disney movies. It was one of the few times I was able to forget about reality and just enjoy myself.”
I hate being reminded of her childhood with the vampires almost as much as I loathe hearing about her life with Victor, but at least this memory is somewhat positive. I grin at her. “Princess movie it is, then.”
She beams, and I claim her lips in a kiss that goes on long enough we’re probably getting dirty looks. But I don’t care. I guess I’m a PDA guy too. What’s surprising is Skylar’s lack ofdecorum. She’s as into it as I am and just as unconcerned about the public setting. It’s not helping my horniness.
A throat clearing has us breaking apart. Skylar gives the employee a sheepish smile, but my grin is shameless. “We need two for the princess movie.”
The employee cocks a brow, but doesn’t say anything. I’m sure his thoughts are something along the lines ofYou two seem like you’d rather be at home watching porn than here seeing a children’s movie.He’s both right and wrong. At least, in my case.
We get into the movie and find a seat near the back. It’s late enough on a weeknight that there are only a handful of people in the theater, and none of them are kids. That’s really not going to help me keep my hands to myself. As we settle into our seats, Skylar gawks at the screen with a sense of awe. “Wow, it’s huge.”
Donotmake athat’s what she saidjoke, Wulf. You’re a grown-up, responsible, respectable alpha now. You’re supposed to be mature.
I manage to keep my mouth shut, but I still snicker on the inside. “The sound quality will impress you too,” I say. “But you know the best part?”
She gives me a curious look, and I flash her a wicked smile before I lift the armrest between us and pull her close. Her eyes light with pleasure, and she snuggles up next to me, tucking herself into my side and placing her hand on my chest. She pulls her head back and gives me a sweet grin that is a million times more innocent than what I’m feeling right now. “This is nice.”
And it needs to stay nice.
“Yeah, it is.” I press my mouth to hers, but keep the kiss short and closed-mouthed.
She accepts it sweetly, then snuggles in again, tucking her head against my neck as she turns her attention to the movie. I spend the next half hour in torturous bliss. Things are fine during the previews, but about five minutes after the moviestarts, Skylar begins rubbing her hand ever so slightly back and forth across my pecs. I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it. And I’m positive she doesn’t know that with every swipe her thumb brushes over my nipple. It’s the most erotic tease I’ve ever had, and it’s completely subconscious on her part.
I spend the next who knows how long ignoring the throbbing in my jeans and imagining my hands are duct taped to the armrests when all I really want is to unzip my pants and guide my mate’s pretty mouth where I so desperately need it. There’s no way I’m going to make it to the end of this movie.
I’m about to break when, shockingly, Skylar cracks first. She squirms in her seat, then buries her face against my neck. She pulls in a deep breath and pushes her body closer to mine, pressing her mouth to my neck. As she kisses and suckles her way to my jaw, she curls her fingers, and her hand goes from resting on my chest to groping it. I’m helpless to the soft groan that escapes me. “Baby,” I rasp in a whisper. “You’re not paying attention.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispers against my skin. “My wolf is done waiting, and you’re so distracting.”
Her hot breath raises goose bumps all over, and I shudder. Skylar presses her nose to my skin and inhales another deep breath. In a voice that sounds perilously close to a moan, she says, “You smell so good.”
And that’s it for my control. My wolf pushes his way to the forefront of my mind, as desperate for his mate as I am for mine. I’m not sure if the growl that escapes when I commandeer Skylar’s lips is mine or his, but it doesn’t really matter at this point. We’re of one mind. One purpose.
