Pride to Pack (The Mount Roxby Series) (17 page)

I smell Bel’s mating scent and can’t contain my anger.

“PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” I shout.

Bel squeezes the hand that she is holding and rubs her thumb over the back of my hand in a calming gesture.

I quieten my voice. “I don’t appreciate you walking around my home half naked, Chloe.”

She turns and storms up stairs without another word, but not before giving Bel a deathly glare.

“Well, I give her a ten for trying,” Bel jokes. If she can joke about it I can calm down.

I remind myself that this is the first time Bel and I have had some time together, with people going missing left, right and centre we need to make the most of it. It will only be a matter of time before something comes up. Hopefully one of my guys will get a lead on the damn kidnapper because my wolf sure does want someone to pay.

I lead Bel into the one room I know we won’t get disturbed in - unless it’s an emergency. Let me tell you, if someone does disturb us, someone better be dying. I lead her into my bedroom. I am not wild in my paint taste. It’s just a good ol’ cream. I like the bed being a focal point. That’s what a bedroom is all about, after all. Glancing at the bed I am grateful for the clean black satin sheets I put on this morning but I’m starting to regret bringing her in here. My wolf wants to claim her. He always wants to claim her but seeing the bed is making him ride me harder.

I close the door behind us and show her straight to the bathroom trying to ignore the bed and my impatient wolf.

“Wow that is some spa bath,” Bel says as looking at my extra-large spa bath. It takes up most of the left hand side of the room.

I shrug at her comment, “I’m a large guy and I like a big bath.”

I walk over to the two headed shower and turn it on. I renovated this bathroom after my ex left, always keeping the idea of a mate in mind. What good is a shower if you can’t fit two people in it?

“I’ll just get you some clothes while that warms up,” I say, heading back into the room to go through my chest of drawers and find a t-shirt and some boxers that will be suitable.

I can feel Bel’s eyes on me as she watches me while leaning against the doorjamb.

Once back in the bathroom, I grab a towel from under the sink and place the items on the bench top next to the sink. Steam is filling the room and my wolf is getting antsy thinking about her being naked in the shower. I can smell her arousal so I know she is thinking along the same lines as me. I need to get out of here before I pin her in the shower. I try to remind myself she has had a knock to the head. It’s not the right time to be pinning her anywhere.

“I’ll be just outside. If you need anything give me a shout,” I say, quickly escaping the steam and the smell of her arousal.

I start to pace the room having way too much energy to sit still. I start to chant to myself. “You will
not
go in there.”

She deserves more than a claiming in a shower.

She deserves romance and sweet gentle love making.

“You will
not
go in there.”

Bel’s mating scent comes out from the crack under the bathroom door.

OH FUCK IT!

I can’t hold back anymore.

It’s time to claim my Mate.

18. VANISHING ACT

Rosabel

I look in the mirror and see what mess I am. I start removing my clothes, wondering why Theo wasn’t aroused by Chloe when we came in. She is gorgeous and, as much as I hate her, I can’t deny it.

The room fills with my mating scent. It mixes with the steam of the shower, making it even
headier. I step under the shower head and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of the water running over my face and body.

I feel a slight draft and open my eyes to find I am no longer alone. My eyes hungrily take in a very naked Theo before me.

“Do you mind if I join you? I thought I could scrub your back.” He reaches around me for the soap with the cheekiest smirk on his face, knowing full well from my scent there is no way I’m going to say no. I’m too turned on by his naked body pressing against me.

I pull the bottle of shampoo from behind my back and wiggle it in front of him. “You better start from the top and work your way down.”

“Of course,” he remarks as he takes the bottle and pours some into his hand.

He carefully works the shampoo into my hair so he doesn’t hurt my injured head. The shift helped it heal a little and with every minute that passes it is healing. It will be fully healed by morning. The water turns a rusty colour as it runs down my body and into the drain.

He lathers his hands with the soap. Knowing he's going to be rubbing them over my body makes it look erotic. I bite my lip in anticipation. I don’t have to wait long. His hands start at my shoulders and work their way to my chest. He bends his head and latches onto a nipple. A growl comes from deep within me. My wolf’s energy pounces out of me and latches onto Theo’s wolf.

Theo straightens and I follow my wolf, pouncing at him. He catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist as my hands go to his hair. The feel of his hard arousal pressing against the exact spot I want it sets me on fire. He takes my mouth with his not caring about finesse, biting my lip to gain entry.

I can’t help grinding myself against him. I can’t believe I am acting like a hussy, but I need him. He’s my mate and I need to claim him. He spins us around and slams me against the shower screen.

Everything starts to spin and I start to get dizzy. The room passes by in a blur of colours, which start to change slightly as the spinning starts to slow, until it’s normal again.

Only it isn’t normal, because I am no longer in Theo’s arms.

As I look around the strange room I find myself stood in, I start to panic. The arousal I had in the shower is long gone. It’s obvious by the grand heavy wood desk in the middle of the room and leather chair behind it that
it’s someone’s office. Someone with very expensive taste if the magnificent wall tapestries hanging to cover the stone walls are anything to go by.

As I get closer to the desk I can see what looks like a robe with a note on top. Reading the exquisite handwriting and seeing my name I pick up the note and read the rest.

My Saviour Rosabel,

I thought you would appreciate the robe, so you could be covered before I enter.

Forever in your debt,

Dominick Filius Draconis

Of course Dominick would be at the root of this.

Just as I am tying the robe closed the door behind me opens and Dominick barely enters the room before I start demanding answers.

“How the hell did I get here and what have you done with Theo?” I shout as I poke him in the chest.

“Calm down, my saviour. I have done nothing to your lover. He remains where you left him, all be it he may be slightly concerned about your whereabouts.” He pauses and I open my mouth to yell some more, but he carries on, “You teleported here because I called you here. I wanted to tell you that I will allow you to claim your lover, even though it will break the tie between us. Think of it as a gift for saving me tonight."

"You pompous ass! Why didn't you just leave us to it?"

"I wanted you to know it was a gift. I thought you would prefer me to do it before rather than during the afterglow,” he says with a smirk that I would love to slap off his face.

I pace away from him trying to rein in my anger. The pacing helps me think.

"You wouldn't have been able to do it after because the tie would be broken. That's why you did it now."

"Oh Bel. It isn't the tie that enabled me to call you here. You have turned out to be a very interesting creature indeed. You see, Chomp has a very specific taste in blood. He loves a Druid and you have druid blood in your veins. As a druid you can teleport and be called upon, once you learn how to control it you will be able to choose whether or not to go when called."

“Bullshit! I don’t know any druids. My parents were both werewolves.” I storm back towards him.

“I know nothing of your kin, but I trust Chomp’s word and to have druid blood you must have one somewhere in your ancestry.”

“Fine, I’m a druid werewolf. You have informed my about the gift. Now send me the fuck back. NOW!” I scream.

Dominick steps around me and casually takes a seat behind his desk. “I can’t send you back, only you can do that. I
can
talk you through it though.”

“Let me get this straight, you brought me here knowing I knew nothing about these druid abilities and how to harness them?” I ask in disbelief.

“You are forgetting I can teleport myself too. It may be from a different source but essentially it is the same ability. You just have to visualise where you want to be, see every detail, smell every scent, and will yourself to be there.”

I take him at his word and do as he says. Closing my eyes I try to visualise Theo’s room but I’m so angry, the only thing I can manage to picture is me slogging Dominick with a good left hook.

Taking a deep breath and clearing my mind, I try again and again with no luck. My mind is now too blank.

I can do this.

I once again close my eyes and picture the steamy bathroom - the two man shower along one wall and the huge Jacuzzi in the corner. I smell Theo’s scent filling the room and mingling with my own. I feel the steam in the air caressing my skin, and finally I will myself to be there.

I know I am there before I even open my eyes. I can feel the smooth slate tiles under my feet and I can actually smell Theo’s scent. I can’t believe it, there was no spinning this time around. Excited to be back it takes me a moment to notice that the shower is no longer running and I’m the only person in the room.

I run through his empty bedroom and down the stairs in a panic screaming his name.

“THEO? THEO!”

I come to a halt as I enter the dining room, which happens to be jam packed with Theo’s pack. Every head in the room turns to face me as Theo barges through the crowd wearing nothing but some sweatpants. He doesn’t give me long to take in the sight. He reaches me in a heartbeat and pulls me into his bare chest.

“Bel, am I glad to see you? One minute you were in my arms, the next you were just… gone. I thought…” he didn’t need to finish, I can imagine what he thought.
The kidnapper.
He squeezes me harder. I breathe in his scent. It feels good to be back in his arms. My wolf wants to dig her way under his skin. She wants to become part of him.

“What happened? Where did you go?” His fear fading with me in his arms, I can now hear and feel the anger behind it. So much anger, not knowing who is to blame must be hard for him. He is an alpha. He’s meant to protect his people. Someone just ripped me out of his arms and he needs to punish them.

I pull back a little to look in his eyes. “Can I speak to you in private?”

I let my eyes roam the room full of pack members to get my point across. I don’t really want to tell him everything I have just learnt in front of the whole pack. I’m back where I started in Quilpie with Jared. I’m the odd one out again, not worthy of him. The minute they find out they will push me out. I won’t be good enough for their alpha. Some of them already think that due to my upbringing with the pride, essentially Chloe. Chloe is going to love this bit of news.

He leads me back to his room with a hand on my lower back.

Once in his room I gesture towards his bed. “You might want to be sitting for this.”

He follows my suggestion without argument and I recall everything that occurred since I left his arms in the shower. I wait for him to take it all in. I start to fiddle with the hem of the robe. He’s taking too long to answer. I’m going to have to walk past the pack, humiliated.

Just as I am about to go and get the clothes he was lending me from the bathroom he speaks.

“A druid werewolf? Okay.” It sounds more like a statement to himself but I answer him anyway.

“Yes. If you just give me a minute to get dressed, I’ll leave.” I head towards the bathroom willing to wear my blood stained clothes, as long as I can just get away quickly. I only manage two steps before he grabs my shoulder and spins me to face him once again.

“Why do you want to leave?” I can feel the worry coming off him in waves. It matches what I see in his eyes.

“I don’t want to leave but I understand you will want me to. I’m part druid, I’m not werewolf enough for you,” I say as I try to pull away from his hold.

“There is nothing I want more than to throw you on that bed and make love to you. You are my mate, my other half. I always thought that was a corny thing men said to women to keep them happy, but the second I met you I just knew. It doesn’t matter what you are. You were made for me. It means you are more than enough for me.” He cups my face and presses his lips against mine. My wolf pounces on that kiss, her energy pressing for more. I kiss him like it’s the last kiss I will ever have. His hands move down my body to my waist. He picks me up and throws me on the bed. I bounce once before he lands over me.

Are we finally going to do this?
With the Pack downstairs.