"Should I put Naima's name under Logan's on 'Theo's shit list?'" I said softly as we drove back to our guest house. Theo was biting the nail on his thumb anxiously.
"No," He breathed, hitching his lip. "She's right. I can't be mad at her for speaking the truth."
"I'm pretty sure Logan could tell you the sky is blue and the grass is green and you'd find a way to make him seem like a liar." I laughed at my joke, though Theo didn't. He turned to me with a fire behind his cerulean eyes. He moved on the leather seat and placed his hand over my mouth.
"No more talk about Logan, okay?" He said seriously, but I could tell it was lighthearted. His nostrils flared when he was trying not to laugh. I nodded, and he removed his hand. "That name is banned."
"What, Logan?"
Theo growled, grabbing a handful of my thigh in his left hand. "You're really pushing it tonight, aren't you?"
"I think it's Naima," I shifted the blame. "She brings it out of me."
"I think it's that you need a spanking." Suddenly, Theo was pulling me into his lap, pulling my dress up over my backside.
"Theo!" I squealed, trying to get up from his lap. He held me firmly and slapped me with an open hand. I shrieked at the sensation, though it also lit a fire that hadn't been lit since we arrived on the European continent. "Can we at least wait until we get back to the guest house?"
"Where's the fun in that?" He smirked.
"If you want passing wolves to see my naked body, then its your choice," I said, reaching behind my back to slide the zipper down my dress. Theo's hand snapped to mine and he stopped it from moving.
"No," He growled. "You're mine."
"That's what I thought," I teased, settling back into my seat. Theo buried his face in my hair and inhaled, taking a deep breath and settling himself with my scent. His nose touched my cheek and my eyes fluttered shut.
"When we get behind those doors, though," He growled.
"I'm all yours."
We spent the remainder of the ride in silence, allowing the anticipation to build up and send our nerves in a flurry of excitement. My small-heeled shoes tapped lightly on the floor. Theo's watch ticked. The driver glanced back at us through the small window.
Our doors were open before the driver had even placed the car in park, and we hurried into the guest house. Fumbling, tumbling over each other. I pealed Theo's suit coat off his broad shoulders, kicking my shoes off behind me as I walked forward. Theo's back crashed against the wall behind him.
Our lips met and parted to kiss each other's cheeks, neck, shoulders, and hands as we undressed in the foyer. Theo smiled as the canary yellow dress I was wearing slid to the floor and I was left in the small lingerie that accompanied the outfit.
He tore the tie from his neck and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. He grew impatient and tore the rest open, ignoring the few buttons that flew across the room. I bit my lip, trying to keep from laughing, though my giggled quickly turned to groans as he slid his undershirt over his shoulders.
It was amazing how much the man had grown in two years.
Male shifters seemed to gain muscle until their forties and then slowly coasted down to lean muscle in their sixties and seventies. Theo's shoulders had broadened by another inch on either side and his biceps seemed to form their own mountains on his arms. His thighs had their own heartbeats.
I never used to be attracted to extremely muscular men before Theo. There was never any attraction to people who could tear me apart with their bare hands, though there now seemed to be attraction to men who could tear my clothes or a bed apart.
While deep in my thoughts, Theo had stripped down naked in front of me. I blinked harshly, still marveling at how each time he undressed it felt like birthday presents being unwrapped in front of me.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Nothing," I smirked.
"Liar," He chuckled. I stepped closer, fighting my smile, and gripped him fully in my hand. He gulped.
"I'm thinking about this."
"It's a good thing to think about," He shrugged, keeping his intense eye contact with me.
"I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to feel it."
He wasted no time grabbing me around my hips and hauling me up onto his body. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, loving the way his fingers dug into the fleshy parts of my thighs. His teeth scathed my mark, licking, and suckling the reddening skin.
Wall to wall we crashed, knocking against the maroon walls so the picture frames shuddered, and the molding seemed to slightly peel away from the ceiling. Aggravation on his part had erupted into violent, delightfully rough, movements.
There were three bedrooms in the guest house, but we couldn't make it to any of them. The couch seemed sufficient enough in that moment. Anything would have seemed sufficient. The floor would have been fine.
Theo's teeth grazed my collarbone as he lowered me onto the edge of the couch. I hissed, slapping the back of his shoulder in pain, which only excited him further. He kissed down my chest, belly, and thighs. His fingers had just hooked under the small underwear I was wearing when the house phone rang.
Neither of us moved.
Theo's head whipped over at the third ring, glaring at the device like he wanted it to explode. I groaned, sliding out from under him and running to grab the phone before the time ran out.
"Hello?" I answered breathlessly, pawing off Theo's hands that were tickling my stomach.
"Margo?"
I smiled inwardly. "Hi, Sloane." Theo's face scrunched up and his hands dropped from my body.
"Oh, dear," She squealed. "I didn't know if I would catch you. How was the reception for the Murphy girl?"
"It was good," I glazed over. "Fun."
"I'm so glad."
Theo pressed the speakerphone button on the phone and set it on the table next to us. "Why are you calling, Mom?"
"Do you see how my own son greets me?" She groaned. I could practically picture her eyes rolling. "Margo, give that boy a little spanking for me."
"Sure thing," I giggled.
"I'm calling," She paused dramatically. "Because I wanted to know what day you be home."
"We'll be home tomorrow night. Our fight is first thing in the morning."
"Perfect."
"Why?" Theo said quickly, sensing the devious tone in his mother's voice.
"Nothing."
Theo groaned.
"I know that tone, Mom. What's up?"
Sloane huffed. "I was just wondering how much longer I have to go without all my kids on one continent."
"Is Reese driving you crazy?" He asked.
"Please take him off my hands," She begged. "Olympia is gone for another two weeks and I don't know how much more I can take."
"Tell Gabriel to give him a special assignment or something."
"Reese and Olympia haven't spent a night apart in two years and you think a special assignment is going to make this better? I know she wants to go through warrior training, but I don't see why she had to go through that program so far away from here."
"It's the best program in the north, Ma. She wants to make sure she's ready. She should be. A pack warrior is not some job you take on lightly. And she got in, which is an accomplishment in itself. We should all be proud of her.
"Well, she should've taken Reese with her."
"We'll be back tomorrow," I promised. "And we'll take him off your hands for a day."
Theo scowled.
"You're too kind, dear," She exhaled. "Let me know when you land."
Theo hung the phone up and sunk down into the couch. "Well, now that's over." His hand slid from my knee to my thigh.
"No," I stood up. "I'm a bit tired now."
He watched me walk from the couch to the stairs. I cocked my head and winked.
"Liar!" He screamed, chasing me up the stairs to our bedroom where we spent a quiet night together before we came home to find the destruction that spurred in our absence.