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Authors: K. S. Martin

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“So many times.” 
She whispered.  His head dropped to her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry
Colette.  I’ll do anything to make it up to you.  Please don’t hate me
anymore.  I can’t make it without you.  I’m empty without you, soulless,
heartless.”  She shook her head and the tears that had gathered fell over her
cheeks.  He kissed them away.  “Lettie, please give me a chance, I promise I
won’t screw it up.”  He pulled her to him and held her while she cried.  “I
know I messed up baby.  I know.  It’s my fault, every bit of it.  Every ache in
your heart is my fault.  I hurt you and I don’t deserve you.  So many times, I
hurt you and I knew I hurt you.  I was callous and I was wrong.  Can you find
it in your heart to give me just one more chance?”  He kissed her forehead,
temples and nose. 

“I’ll try.”  She
whispered.

“It’s all I ask of
you sweetheart.”  He held her tightly.  He didn’t want her to ever get away
from him again.

Chapter Five

 

Jordan was snoring
softly when Lettie slipped out of bed.  She felt like she’d been in this bed
forever.  She was hungry and dirty.  First things first, food.  She padded
through the house to the kitchen.  Lettie hadn’t spent much time in this house,
only if there was a meeting and they were usually downstairs or in the
backyard.  She followed the hall and found the bathroom.  After emptying her bladder,
she went deeper into the house and found the kitchen.  She gulped a glass of
orange juice then dug around for the makings of a sandwich.  She was starving
and made two huge sandwiches loaded with meat and cheese for them.  Jordan was
probably hungry too.  She dug in the cabinets and found chips.  This was the
most disorganized kitchen she’d ever been in.  If he wanted her to live here
and if she decided to stay, she would rearrange this room.  Jordan roared
loudly.  What was wrong with him?  Lettie poured two glasses of milk and put
them on the tray.  He needed to shop too, this fridge was sadder than her own. 
She smirked.  Nothing was going well for either of them apart.  When they were
together, the fridge and cabinets were full.  There was always plenty of food,
plenty of leftovers and plenty of things to drink.  His fridge had a quart of
milk and a quart of juice.  He was growling and snarling now.  What the hell
was wrong with him?  Was he having a bad dream?  She hoped not, he was hard to
calm down when he had them.  Lettie picked the tray up and started through the
kitchen when she saw him.  Jordan’s wolf was a growling and snarling predator
coming toward her.  He was out of control.  She put the tray down safely on the
counter.  She shifted into her wolf and lay down in the floor giving him her
belly.  His eyes were full of fire but he stopped making all of the scary
noises and sniffed her from head to toe.  Lettie rolled over and stood when he
finished.  She eased toward him and sniffed him then nipped his cheek
playfully.  Jordan morphed back into himself and Lettie did as well.  “You
okay?”  She asked touching his cheek.  She smiled softly.

“I thought you’d
gone.  The bed was empty when I woke up.”  He still wasn’t calm but he was a
hell of a lot better than he was a few moments earlier. 

“I had to pee and
I was hungry.  Are you?”  She picked up her sandwich and took a big bite.  He
smiled broadly.  She always got so hungry after sex.  He’d forgotten that.  It
was always his job to go find them a snack.  Lettie drank half of her milk then
went back to the sandwich.  “I’m going to shower when I’m done eating.  Do you,
um…”  A smile spread across his face.  “Okay.”  He crammed most of one half of
his sandwich in his mouth and she laughed.  “You need to shop too, that’s a sad
little fridge.”

“Yours wasn’t any
better the last time I came by.  I was going to fix your dinner but all I could
find was peanut butter and bread.  Have you been living on that while I was…?” 
Lettie dropped her eyes to the floor.  “Jesus Lettie.  I’m sorry.  I never
thought…”  She put her hand up for him to stop.

“Not all of the
time but yeah I’ve had my fair share of peanut butter sandwiches.  Sometimes
you just have to make do.”  They finished eating and he lifted her into his
arms to carry to the bathroom.  Someone banged on the front door and Jordan put
her down. 

“I’ll be right
back sweetness.  Go ahead and get in.”  Lettie headed down the hall to the
bathroom. 

“Hi Jordan.” 
Aimee pushed in past him her usual cloud of perfume engulfing him when he
opened the door.  “I stopped by to see if you’d thought about my offer.”  She
turned and looked up at him with doe eyes and licked her lips.

“What offer was
that Aimee?”  He turned to keep his eyes on her.  She would attack and try to
mount him if he weren’t careful.  She reminded him of a rattlesnake or one of
the evil queens in a kid’s movie.  She was too sweet and the second that he
turned his head, he knew the bite would be venomous and painful.

“You know, to tend
to your
needs
.”  She stood too close and tried to cup his crotch through
the robe he was wearing. 

“No, Aimee, I told
you that I wasn’t interested in you or any offer that you made.”  He stepped
back but she advanced on her prey.  Jordan growled and stood strong.  If it was
needed he would make her submit and he would take her down.  He preferred to
lead his pack with mutual respect instead of dominance and brutality but if it
were needed, he would dole it out.

“You’re going to
give in one of these days Jordan.”  Lettie came from behind Jordan and wrapped
both of her hands around Aimee’s throat pushing her against the wall beside the
door.  Lettie snarled fiercely.

“Stay away from my
mate bitch.  I am sick and tired of scenting you on him.  Stop rubbing your
raggedy ass all over him and don’t come back here unless it is pack business or
life and death.  Do you understand?”  Aimee shoved Lettie back.

“He isn’t yours
anymore.  He’s got no mark and neither do you.”  Aimee’s pale cheeks reddened
and she trembled but she held her ground.  “He’s fair game.  You have no claim
on him Colette so why don’t you back off and let a real woman take care of him. 
You don’t deserve him or appreciate him.  I can take good care of him.  I won’t
starve him of sex for years at a time.  I’ll fuck him so often he won’t have
time think about anything else.”  Aimee took a swing at Colette who danced out
of the way of the punch.  Colette, who was never aggressive a day in her life
unless she was dealing with Jordan, pulled her fist back and launched it at
Aimee’s face.  She landed the punch crunching Aimee’s nose.  Blood went
everywhere.  Jordan pulled them apart once he got over the word
mate

He suddenly remembered that he was the alpha and part of his job was to settle
disputes among pack members.  He’d just been so awed by Lettie fighting for him
and calling him her
mate
.  She’d never fought for him before and he was,
well…so thrilled.  “You can’t possibly want this heifer Jordan.  You know that
you want me!”  Aimee cried, drawing his attention back to them.

“Aimee, I told you
that I have never wanted you.”  Jordan tried to stay between them but also
tried to keep his distance from the aggressive she-wolf.

“You wanted me the
night we got drunk on that shine Jordan.  You were very specific.  You said
that you were going to fuck me six ways to Sunday, you called me darlin’ and
you told me that you loved me.  You said we were always perfect for each
other.”  He remembered that night was mostly a blur.  He’d gotten drunk and
he’d done so on purpose.  Jordan was in a bad place then.  He’d left Lettie a
few days before and Frank had come across some moonshine.  It was really the
only drink strong enough to get a wolf drunk.  Their metabolisms and healing
abilities were so quick that anything else was like punch.

“Aimee I was so
drunk that I thought you were Lettie.”  He growled.

“No, you knew who
I was!”  She screeched.  Blood still poured down her face and she was getting
desperate.  This she-wolf would not give up easily.  She’d had her sites on
Jordan for years, even when he’d been marked; she flirted and tried to tempt
him.

“I’ve only called
one woman darlin’ in my life and that’s my mate.”  Jordan smiled down at
Lettie.

“You wanted to
have sex with me Jordan.”  Her voice was calm and even now.  It was so calm
that it was frightening.  “You were sweet when you undressed me.  You made me
feel so special.  You told me that you wanted to make love with me.”  Aimee
smirked at Lettie who growled her response.

“I didn’t though,
did I?  I couldn’t get it up for you.  Only she has that effect on me Aimee,
only Lettie.  He kept Lettie behind him but she wanted to rip Aimee’s throat
out.  Lettie was growling aggressively.

“You aren’t
wearing her mark anymore Jordan, you have to entertain all offers.  Those are
the rules.”  Lettie jumped up on Jordan’s back and pulled his robe out of the
way then sank her teeth into the mating muscle.  Jordan stumbled but caught
himself on an end table.

“Now he’s wearing
my mark so get the hell out of this house.”  Lettie screamed at her and hopped
off of Jordan.  She stalked toward Aimee like a predator, her eyes flashed; her
teeth and her hands were beginning to morph.  Aimee turned and ran outside. 
She hurried down the porch steps and down the gravel road.  Lettie slammed and
locked the front door then calmly turned around to head toward the bathroom.

“Hey, what the
hell just happened?  Jordan called after her following her.

“She wasn’t going
to leave until there was no chance of her having you so I took her chance
away.”  Lettie threw her tee shirt over her head and kept walking down the hall
nude.  Jordan followed watching her pretty backside sway.  He kept his hand
over the bite to ease the ache.  He smiled.  She’d claimed him.  It wasn’t
under ideal circumstances and it hurt like a mother but she’d left her mark on
him.  She was his mate again.  She knew what that bite meant.  Lettie wouldn’t
turn around.  She wasn’t ready to let him see how pleased she was that she’d
claimed him again.  That would teach him to call another woman darlin.’  She
reached into the shower and turned the water on then stepped in. 

“Lettie?”  Jordan
tossed the robe at the hook on the wall.  Gorgeous.  He always had the most
spectacular body.  Well-defined pectorals and abs, and his backside was a well
muscled work of art.  She wondered if she could get him to… of course, she
could.  Just look at him, she thought, he’s already hard as steel.  She curled
her finger at him, beckoning him inside the glass stall.  As if, he was going
to wait for an invitation.  Jordan stepped inside and pushed her against the
wall.  “You have a bite to tend to Lettie.”  She stretched up on tip toe as he
bent down.  She kissed the bite then licked it.  The wound started to fade but
the mark was permanent unless she rejected him again.  “Your turn.”  She shook
her head.  “What do you mean no?”  His eyes turned amber. 

“You promised no
biting.”  Her eyes were round.  She couldn’t take another bite, not yet.  Just
the thought of teeth on her skin scared the hell out of her.

“That was before
this.”  He pointed.  “What will people think about me walking around marked, if
you’re not?”  She could feel his breath on her wet skin.

“I thought that I
was the only one who mattered.”  She cocked her head then stuck her face under
the water to hide the smile. 

“You are.  You…
but… shit.”  Lettie couldn’t help it, a sputtering Jordan was funny, and she
giggled.  “You’re messing with me?  Are you messing with me?”  Lettie picked up
the shampoo and poured some into her hand.  She crooked her finger at him and
he bent over to let her shampoo his hair.  “Are you messing with me?”  She
shushed him and kissed his mark as her fingernails worked his scalp.  He loved
it when she washed him or scratched him.  Her fingers were so arousing to him. 
He trembled.  Lettie pulled his head under the water and let him rinse it off
while she shampooed her own hair.  God that felt so good.  She felt so damned
grungy.  She immediately grabbed the soap and lathered her entire body.  “Let
me do that.”  He growled taking the soap and working up lather then washed
her.  His hands felt good on her skin.  Jordan kissed her skin through the suds
every chance he got.  Maybe he could soothe the damage the rogues had done to
his mate.  If he could, perhaps there was a chance she would let him mark her. 
“I love you Lettie.”  She pointed at her mouth and he smiled then kissed her
lips.  She took the soap back and washed her man.  “I want you.”  He growled in
her ear.  Her hands found his erection, the soap made them slip easily over its
length.  She cupped then tugged on his sack testing the weight of it in her
hands.  “Fuck Lettie.”  He slapped the tiles behind her.  “Let me inside of
you.”  Lettie turned around and rubbed her behind on his erection.  “Oh hell
yes!”  He turned into the spray to rinse then pressed himself against her.  One
hand pulled her hips back and up until she was on her toes, the other came up
to tweak her nipples.  She gasped.  She loved it when he was a little rough. 
Jordan positioned himself behind her and eased himself into her hot center.  “You
are so wet and ready for me.”  Lettie moaned and that set him off.  Jordan took
her roughly, plunging inside of her.  His wet sack slapped gently against her. 
His fingers slipped into her slick folds to tap gently on her clit.  Oh!  That
was new.  Usually he would rub small circles when he wanted her to come
quickly.  She trembled with his new rhythm.  Tap, tap, swirl, oh God!  She
screamed inside her head.  He rolled her nipple with his other hand and Lettie
cried out.  “Oh darlin’ I love the way your body wraps itself around my cock
and squeezes me.  Tap, tap, swirl.  That was the end of her.  Lettie detonated
around him.  The tile was cool against her cheek.  The orgasm hit her fast and
hard, crashing over her and through her.  Tap, tap, swirl.  Another one chased
the first and Lettie couldn’t stop the keening cry that burst out of her.  Tap,
tap, swirl, all the while Jordan pounded into her and she’d never felt anything
so incredible in her life.  He twisted and worked a new set of nerves inside of
her, two, three strokes and she was coming again.  She felt like a wet, limp,
dishrag.  “Let me mark you darlin.’”  Lettie shook her head.  “Please baby, it
will make this so perfect.  I’ll wait until you come again.”  She shook her
head.  Jordan pulled out of her.  He was going to pout now.  He didn’t get his
way so he would find a way to punish her.  He turned her around to face him. 
His lips met hers, his tongue explored and tangled with hers.  Jordan lifted
her legs and wrapped them around his middle then entered her.  His forehead
rested against hers.  “I love you baby.”  He rocked gently into her.  His eyes
were intent on hers and Lettie swallowed.  “I love you.  Whatever you want,
okay?”  Lettie nodded.  She reached up and knotted her fists in his hair then
bucked against him.  “Oh Christ Lettie you know I can’t take that.”  She
grinned and moved against him, took what she wanted and gave him no choice but
to climax.  His big body shook against her, all of his muscles trembled and
seized.  He buried his face in her neck while the climax ran its course, his
breath coming in heavy pants.

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