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Tonight, that all changed.
Even the few novels her aunt had given her were tame in comparison to how she felt when Callum was nearby.
She ached. She wanted. She needed.
Running to the window, she looked down to see him vanish between the trees and into the darkness of the night.
Her teeth sunk into her lip as she considered the bed. Moments later she laid down, and with his scent still filling her nostrils, the feel of his touch lingering on her skin, she reached between her legs and tried to make sense of the sensations. Of the ache. Of the wetness.
Inexperienced, she only ended up more frustrated, unsure of what exactly she needed and how to accomplish the illusive orgasm she’d heard about from some of the older females in the pack.
Tomorrow, she’d figure out how to ask Callum for what she needed. Even if she died from embarrassment, she was going to ensure his getting to know one another plan involved bodily knowledge, too.
She’d waited long enough.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“She’s a virgin.”
On the screen before him, Drew choked on his coffee. When he caught his breath, he asked, “Seriously?”
Callum nodded.
A smile slipped over Drew’s features before his friend burst into laughter. “That’s hilarious.”
“Yeah, laugh it up.” He glanced toward the bathroom door. The shower was still on, but he suspected Elliot would be out soon.
“I think it would have been funnier if she were a giant slut like him.” From off screen, his sister put in her two cents.
“I am not a slut,” Callum insisted. “Seriously, you couldn’t have warned me she was there?”
“In our group chat, you said you found her,” Drew stated when he stopped laughing. “Of course, Fredrica stomped down the hall and demanded to know more. If Alyssa was onsite today, rather than painting, she’d probably be leaning over my shoulder right now. So, tell us the rest.”
“And you are a slut, Callum. Giant man-whore,” his sister’s voice carried over again.
“I’m approached almost daily by one of your harem, wondering where you are and when you’ll be back,” Drew confirmed. “If you plan to be faithful, you’ll have to put a ring on that when you come back. It’s the only way to keep the vultures at bay. Now tell us about the girl, and the pack. How is it there?”
“It’s complicated.” Callum winced, cursing himself for using that word. Deciding to leave the pack discussion for later, he focused on the first question. “Her name is Vivian. She’s…” He didn’t want to go into detail about Vivian’s offer to imprint on her immediately, not when his sister was there, but he wanted Drew’s opinion on the situation.
Drew was recently mated, and his female had given him a bit of trouble when they first got together. So much so that she’d run from him. They’d had to track her down.
His alpha would likely have an intelligent thought or two on dealing with Vivian.
“She expected me to imprint on her last night before we even had a conversation.”
“Okay.” Drew frowned. “Why?”
“She figures all she’s good for, and her purpose in life is to be a 1950’s housewife. She recited her resume: cooking, cleaning…all that shit.”
His friend sat dumbfounded, but his sister must have jumped up and rushed over because suddenly her dramatic makeup and platinum hair took up most of the screen. “That’s ridiculous! Are you serious?”
His sister had strong opinions on women’s, and female shifter’s rights. Their mother had ensured both her children respected women and their ability to contribute to society.
No one was going to tell Fredrica what she could and couldn’t wear, what she could and couldn’t do with her life. She knew who and what she was, and nothing, not even mating was going to stop her from accomplishing her goals.
“If you take her up on that offer, Callum, I will skin you alive.”
Callum lifted his hands up. “Put the breaks on, sis. I told her I wasn’t interested in that.”
