Maverick kissed me again, lightly, before lifting me back over the console and depositing me in my seat.
“Was that just for the—” I began.
He cut me off. “No. That had nothing to do with anyone but you and me, Bloom.”
My face was still flushed when he pulled away from the building he had called thepackhouse.
When my breathing evened, my thoughts wandered back to everything that had happened that day. “Is your tower considered your packhouse?”
“One of them. We have an estate just outside the city, too. There’s nothing but forest for miles and miles behind it. It’s only about a twenty-minute drive, and some of the pack lives there full time.” He dropped his hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly.
I wanted to be back on his lap.
“What would happen if we had sex?” I asked him.
“You would come a couple times. I would?—”
I swatted his arm. “I’m serious. What would change?”
“Most likely? Nothing. Worst case scenario, I would lose control and bite you again.Worseworst case scenario, I’d bite you, and you’d be so overwhelmed with pleasure that you’d bite me too.”
“I have better control than that.”
“Then like I said, most likely, it would just be sex. Really good sex.”
I’d gotten that from the kiss. It wasn’t just his blood that tasted like vanilla, and every part of him just seemed to turn me on more.
“It wouldn’t start the mate bond or make it stronger or anything, right?”
“There’s no bond without both bites. If I bit you again, it wouldn’t do anything unless you bit me too.”
I looked out the window, not sure I could hold his gaze for the next question. “If I was interested, would you?—”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. Rhone would probably insist on chaperoning afterward, to make sure I don’t bite you until he thinks I’ve waited long enough. He’s a pain in my ass.”
I grimaced. “We mightneeda chaperone if we went through with it. Unless the pull hasn’t really ended and you wake up tomorrow and aren’t interested in me anymore.”
“This isn’t the end of anything, Bloom. Other than the possibility of you mating with Timber.”
My lips curved slightly as I stared out the window. The pack’s land looked smaller at night. Cozier, too.
There were no streetlights, but a few campfires dotted the scenery as we drove back down the dirt road. Every small fire had a big group of werewolves around it. Most were in front of a house, with the porch lights on and people wandering in and out.
“It’s so… friendly,” I murmured.
Vampire gatherings weren’t like that. There weren’t enough of us to be like that, but even if there were, we just stuck to our families for the most part. Even the humans in the Guild didn’t hang out like these werewolves seemed to.
“Is your pack like this?” I asked. I liked his enforcers and got along well with them, but I’d never seen them interact with each other.
“Better. We have shit planned every night. Mondays are for movie nights. We’ve had three-hundred werewolves packed in one theater room together in the tower before. Whoever’s at the estate goes out to watch the movie under the stars, with a projector on the side of the building.”
“What about Tuesdays?”
“Tacos. A few of our wolves convinced everyone to participate a century or so ago. Next week is our 5,026th weekly Taco Tuesday. Don’t ask me why we’re still counting.”
