Gifted

Chapter 37 - Sage

Hunter fully clothed walked around to where I stood. Wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, trailing his nose up the side of my neck.  It was comforting to feel any part of his skin on mine, not matter how small.

'Miss me?'  he asked.

Even in my head, his voice was seductive. I was beginning to think he liked conversing with me this way. And on reflection, I enjoyed it too; It felt intimate.

'Yes, those three whole minutes were torture,' I replied, stopping myself from giggling. It was extraordinary... his change.  Since we marked one another, his transformation from London's hottest bachelor aka man-whore to sweetheart was visible and indisputable, or so I hoped

'Fucking knew it,' he stated proudly.

"Didn't I tell you, she would pick you!" said Pearl, dragging us from our silent conversation.

"Pearl," said Hunter, lifting his head slightly, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Everything good?"

"Yes, now that I know Sage is okay... more than okay." She looked between the two of us. I knew that look; something was about to spill from her lips. "You're a sly devil, aren't you?" She winked at him and earned a glare from me, which she ignored.

"Pfft—you love it cousin; stop behaving like you don't," she quipped.

She wasn't wrong.

Hunter's feelings of satisfaction ambushed me, sending my heartbeat into a flurry of excitement  as he returned his attention to my neck, whispering against my skin. "I need to introduce you to Zander... officially."

Nodding my head, he unwrapped himself and took my hand. "Back in a minute Pearl."

"Hmm, yeah.  Take your time, but I want details cousin." Mon Dieu, she had no shame.

Hunter chuckled as my fingers wrapped themselves in his hand, their warmth calming the anxiety building behind my smile.

'Don't worry baby, he'll love you.'  He turned smiling, a gesture that was meant to reassure me and fill me with confidence. If he was worried about his brother's reaction to us; he masked it well.

"Zander, this is Sage.  Sage—Zander, my brother."

My blush was inevitable. He'd more or less seen me naked with his brother on top of me, having just finished our open-air lovemaking.

Lovemaking?  Doux Jésus.

I needed to stop thinking like that, unsure how the whole mate's thing worked. My grandfather had never let me be around pack members; other wolves. And flatly refused to discuss mates. Now I suppose I had the chance to figure it out for myself.

But did Hunter feel the same?

And honestly, I wasn't sure if this was the start of something that would last a lifetime. Or he would break me; shattering me into a thousand pieces, taking a lifetime to put the pieces back together. 

As that thought stoked my worries. I issued a threat to my inner doubt – Quit it!

It wasn't the time to be thinking how this could end.

My wolf offered her two pennyworths, her feelings towards us marking one another and throwing in for good measure the image of a hot naked Hunter, towering above me; thrusting in and out of me. The sounds of his moans bouncing around my head. My cheeks went from warm to melting in a microsecond and a burst of heat erupted between my thighs.

I tried to remain calm. Time to make a good impression—Take two!

'Stop thinking about me naked... fucking you. On second thoughts—keep thinking about it.' I heard him laugh in my head.