Page 62 of Howl For Me
“Damara,” he breathed.
He massaged her nape, and her wolf practically purred for him. Her eyes briefly shut while she basked in the feel of his hands on her.
Her core clenched with the thought that they’d finally be able to complete their mating.
“Its time, Gavin,” she whispered, molding herself to him.
“As much as I want to take you now and claim you, this area just isn’t right,” he said, looking around. He shook his head, and his lips pressed together in a firm line. “I want to do this the correct way. Our joining should be perfect.”
Her heart melted, and she knew he was right. For everything they had been through, their mating needed to be flawless. Even though she wanted to sink her canines into him and mark him for all eternity, she agreed. This random area, located not too far from where he’d killed Dreven, wouldn’t do. She didn’t want the memory of the place they mated to be connected with Dreven.
She knew of a spot for them that would be perfect.
“Well, then take me home, Gavin.”
* * *
Spencer drove the truck up to the alpha house and parked it in the driveway. The enforcers had taken care of the loose end. Gavin was satisfied that his men had come through. They’d never before had issues, and he hoped that this was the only time his lead enforcer failed him. They would take care of the details of sending the three wolves’ bodies back to their pack. Since it was an official alpha challenge, it was out of respect for the losing pack to be able to bury their alpha.
Once they had made it back to their truck, Gavin was able to grab his clothes that had been stored in the back and put them on for the ride back to pack lands.
“Home sweet home,” Gavin muttered.
He had sat in the back row of the truck, not wanting to be too far away from Damara. The drive had taken hours, and his mate had dozed off. He had tucked her into his side to allow her to get rest.
“Don’t get too comfortable with this taxi service,” Spencer muttered from the front seat.
“I pay very well,” Gavin bragged.
Spencer flipped him the bird and shut the truck off.
The front door opened, and Jaynie stepped out onto the porch. She leaned back into the house and yelled. His brother, Calvon, was the second one to appear before his and Damara’s parents emerged from the house and onto the porch.
“Looks like we have a welcoming committee,” Spencer murmured, opening his door and exiting the vehicle. His friend walked to the porch and jogged up to the stairs to join their families.
“Damara.” He nudged his sleeping beauty.
A slight snore was the answer. He noticed a wet spot on his shirt and chuckled.
“And she says she doesn’t snore.” He rolled his eyes and nudged her again. This time a little harder. “Wake up, Damara.”
Her eyes fluttered open. Slight confusion filled them before she blinked a few times and it cleared up.
“We’re home?” she asked, sitting up. Her gaze turned toward the house that was meant for them.
“Yes we are, and we have company.” Gavin opened the door and stepped to the truck. He turned and reached in for her, guiding her from the vehicle.
They walked toward the house together, arm in arm.
Their family patiently waited for them. Jaynie ran down the stairs and met them halfway.
“Damara!” She threw herself at Damara who released a grunt. His little sister wrapped Damara up in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“There is nothing for me to forgive,” Damara replied with a shake of her head.
“I just feel like I let you down.” Jaynie looked torn up about it, and Gavin had to step forward.
“Sis, I appreciate you trying to protect my mate. That was very honorable.” He rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
