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As well as his mother. At the very least, if he’d been leaving his assets to what he considered a responsible adult, wouldn’t it have been his mother?
Why would he have left anything to a brother that he’d been estranged from? That he’d warned his daughter against?
My gut was pretty good at sensing when something was wrong and it was telling me that my mate hadn’t received the full truth of the picture that was being painted. I didn’t trust anyone with my mate except my clan and I knew they would come through for me. The responses came in quickly.
Darak: Is this about the human who came in to see you?
Rudgar: We can find out.
Savla: Darak and Rudgar might be more familiar with that, but I can help.
My throat clogged with appreciation. For the longest while, it had only been my brothers and I. Now we had an entire clan and I still sat in awe of their abilities.
Krusk: Yes. Savla has her background information. Can you help me find out more about her father’s will? Something doesn’t seem right. Everything was left to her uncle, but he took it all and left her and her grandmother with nothing.
With males like Rudgar, Savla and Darak on the task, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait for long. In the meantime, I intended to spend every moment I could with my mate.
Now that I knew how we truly felt about each other, I was going to up my game in wooing her. I was going to make her mine. I mightn’t deserve her, but I was going to work to become better so that maybe one day I could.
Pressing another gentle kiss to her hair, I allowed myself to drift to sleep holding my greatest dream in my arms.
The morning light spilled across my sheets, painting everything in gold and quiet. My female blinked awake as I sat next to her, taking in the sight of her beautiful face.
I sat on the edge of the bed with a steaming mug of coffee on the table next to me. Over the weeks, I’d learned things about her that I’d quietly stowed away for when I’d need it and it had come in handy that morning.
I’d made the first cup of coffee in a long line of ones that I intended to provide to her. And I hoped she enjoyed it. She moaned, arching her back, her bountiful breasts pressingagainst the blanket she was still snuggled under and I licked my lips.
I wouldnotonly make this about sex, butfucking hellthat was difficult. She blinked open her eyes, sensual and sleepy and for a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.
If I’d only imagined our night together. If I’d lost my mind. Was she actually here with me now?
But there was no way my brain could ever concoct something so wonderful. The taste of her. The touch of her. The heat of her. And she was laying in my bed as if she’d always belonged there.
When she noticed me, I smiled at her. It was both sheepish and proud. “I didn’t have any milk,” I whispered, “so I improvised by stealing from my brother.”
She grinned, tilting her head at me as locks of her hair fell over her shoulder. The usual longing to touch it washed over me and with a jolt, I realized that I couldactuallydo something about it. Reaching out, I watched my female’s expression carefully as I caressed her hair and she just smiled up at me, pressing a kiss to my fingers.
Fuck me, I love her so much.
“What’d you use?” she asked on a yawn.
“Hazelnut creamer.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, Ilovethat stuff. I just haven’t been able to buy it for myself for a while. Thank you,” she purred, sitting up, eager for the cup of coffee.
My heart broke in my chest and I promised myself that I would be stocking up on the damn creamer in boxes. I didn’t care where I’d be keeping it. If she wanted it, she was going to have it.
As she took a sip from the cup, holding it in both hands and closing her eyes in pleasure as a small moan left her throat, I decided to double the order in my head. I was going to have an entire truck full of creamer delivered.
“Thank you,” she said with a shy smile, ducking her headbefore peeking up at me. “And thank you for last night, too.”
“I’m pretty sure I should be the one thanking you,” I told her, cupping her cheek and absorbing the warmth there.
I stared into her eyes for a long moment, getting lost there, before she leaned forward to give me a soft, gentle kiss. “So what happens now?” she asked, offering her cup to me.
My heart almost stopped in my chest at the sweet gesture that she couldn’t know meant so much to me. She loved coffee with creamer, but here she was sharing it with me. I took the cup and hoped that she didn’t notice the small shake of my hands as I turned it so I was pressing my lips where she’d put hers.
Taking a long sip, I thought about her question before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. It grounded me in a way that nothing else could. “What do you want to do?” I asked her and she blinked up at me before shrugging.
