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Of course, there were some perks involved.
Time to convince them both.
With a lunge, he swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, where they wrestled and laughed (her laughs still gave him chills, but he was getting better at hiding it) and loved the day away.
Later that evening, Merry was still insisting they weren’t mates as they walked through pack lands, on their way to what the Alpha Six called the obligatory, weekly family dinner.
Sam had no idea how he’d managed to get roped into such a thing, but the mothers had instituted it back when Karl and Max got mated, one after the other. Then, when Adam met Gigi, the weekly dinner moved from Francine’s house to the pack house and now there was never any predicting who might show up for the weekly, “family” dinners.
Frankly, as one of the few unmated adult members of the pack, the dinners tended to be torture for Sam, as week after week, he was hounded about finding his mate.
Therefore, when it was getting close to time to leave for the weekly dinner, Sam was thrilled to realize he finally had a mate to drag along with him.
Of course, Merry was horrified at the idea of attending a family dinner, but when Sam pointed out that he was expected to journey to Hell for dinner with Satan, she relented, though she still tried to point out that Sam’s family dinners were once a week while hers were only once a month.
“In Hell,” Sam repeated and that pretty much ended that argument.
Of course, as they were were getting ready to leave, Merry started fretting about the impression they might be giving by attending together.
“And what impression would that be?” Sam demanded.
“That we’re mates, of course.”
“But we are mates, Merry.”
He should have known better since that statement just started another argument over whether they were mates or not, which ended, as usual, in a truly exceptional round of lovemaking.
As they were getting dressed (again), Merry asked if chocolate would be on the menu and Sam had to admit that he wasn’t sure.
This, of course, led to Merry filling her pockets and his with the chocolate stash she’d found in the kitchen cabinets.
Sam had no idea how the chocolate had gotten there because he was pretty certain Gigi had taken everything with her when she moved into the pack house and no one had lived there since. It was just one of the many mysteries surrounding his mate. If he had to guess, though, he’d put his money on his mate having cast a spell that activated everywhere she went, so that she never ran out of chocolate.
“We’re late, Merry.”
“I know, I’m coming.” She ran into the living with a handful of candy bars that she started shoving into his jeans pockets.
“They’re going to get all melty in there, you know.”
“Yum. Melted chocolate.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Right. Let’s go already.”
Of course, as they walked across pack lands, Merry started fretting again, which led to her sharing, one more time, all the reasons they couldn’t possibly be mates.
“I’m just saying it doesn’t make any sense,” Merry said as they walked into the pack house. She paused in the entryway to tip her head back and pour into her mouth the last of the chocolate candies from the two bags she’d consumed on their way there.
“It’s not because of who you are or anything you did,” she said, “but if you think about it, you’ll understand that I’m right.”
Sam just rolled his eyes and led the way into the pack dining room where of course, everyone was already seated and eating.
“I mean, imagine the poor kids we’d have,” Merry continued, while scrounging in her pockets for more chocolate. She pulled out a bag of mini candy bars and ripped it open as she settled into the seat across from Francine. “Don’t you agree?” She glanced around the table. “I mean, think about it, I’m half demon, quarter fairy, quarter witch. Add a full-blooded shifter into the mix and my badness, what would they be?”
She tilted her head to the side and seemed to be counting on her fingers as she attempted to do the math in her head.
Sam’s wolf let out a snort of amusement in response to the wide-eyed looks he was getting from his pack. He sat down on Merry’s other side and started filling a plate for her. After all, if left to her own devices, the only thing Merry would eat would be chocolate.
“Half shifter, quarter demon, one eighth fairy, one-eighth witch?” Merry shook her head. “No, that can’t be right. Eight plus eight is only sixteen. What’s half of a quarter? 12.5? 12.5% fairy, 12.5% witch, 25% demon and 50% wolf?”
