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I press my feverish forehead to the earth. Breathing in deep, I smell dirt and grass, sandalwood, andmate. That last one has another rush of need rolling through me as I push my ass back against him.
He’s still hard. Of course. This is the full moon—this is our Luna Ceremony—and West won’t go down until our goddess does.
And I look forward to ever moment of what’s to come.
* * *
Any hopethat we can stumble onto pack territory without drawing attention to the whole pack dies a quick death almost immediately after we cross into Hickory.
Thank the Luna that West stopped at one of his countless shifter caches that he keeps hidden on the land just outside of Hickory. As Beta, it’s his responsibility to make sure the pack is prepared. For any wolf that might stray too far from Sylvan Pack land and find themselves in need of a quick change of clothes after they shift from fur to skin, he has them all over within ten miles of Hickory.
Finding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that fit West is pretty easy. Since he’s the one who stashes them, it only takes two tries. Finding me a dress takes a little longer. We go through four caches before he pulls out a light blue shift dress that’s a little loose, but covers what counts.
He insisted on searching until he found one. I would’ve been content pulling on anything, but West knows I prefer dresses and he refused to let me settle for anything else.
Of course, then I tease that my mate just wants to be able to throw my skirt over my head and have access to my pussy. West liked that idea so much that he had to give it a try and… yeah. There’s a good chance one of the Hickory patrollers might have heard us long before our approach.
And the one we run into? Oh… he’s not happy to see us at all.
Joey stamps his boot against the earth as we stroll up on him, my right arm wrapped around West’s neck, his left arm nestled around my waist. “Lunadamnit! Of all the points of entry to Hickory, you just had to pick the part I’m patrolling.”
West nods at the delta male. Nuzzling my head with his cheek, he pauses, then lifts his right hand. Plucking something from my wild hair, he shows me a leaf.
Lovely. Not only do we smell like sex and the outdoors, but one of my brother’s devoted deltas just saw me with a leaf in my hair.
For some reason, West thinks that’s hysterical. Laughing as he flicks the leaf to the grass, he says, “Good to see you, too, Joe.”
Joey isn’t looking at West anymore, and not just because—good mood or not—daring to meet the Beta’s stare for too long isn’t a good idea. Oh, no. He’s goggling at me.
More notable, at the mark standing out on my neck.
I see his nostrils flare, as if double-checking his senses.
It’s not just the scent of sex he’s searching for. From the moment our bond snapped into place, our entwined scent isn’t just embedded in our skin from our last mating. Until the day I die, I’ll smell a little bit like sandalwood.
I’ll smell like my mate.
“Ah,shit, West. You marked Helene? Youmatedher? Do you want Bishop to rip off your head and punt it like a football? Because when he finds out what you did last night, he’s going to rip your head off and punt it like a football!”
No. He isn’t.
I roll up West’s sleeve. Four delicate slash marks—pure white, like the bite on my neck—stand out around the curve of his bicep. Tracing them lightly with the points of my fingernails, I smile as West can’t keep from shuddering beneath my touch.
“It’s okay. I marked him, too. Do you think Bishop is going to rip off my head off?”
Poor Joey. I shouldn’t tease. As the Omega, I’m the peacemaker, not the instigator. I can’t help myself, though. When he pales beneath his ruddy complexion, staring at my mark on West’s arm, I think:sometimes it’s just too easy.
Blinking away his stunned expression, he jerks his head. “Of course not, Helene. But… this is still bad.”
“Why?” West tightens his hold on my waist. “You said something about us crossing on the part you’re patrolling? What’s that about?”
“Ah, Luna. I almost forgot.” He lets out a rush of air. “Bishop wants to see you. Both of you.”
I glance at West. We knew this would happen sooner or later… “Okay. We’ll go right now.”
Better to get it over with, right?
“Not together, you aren’t.” As West starts to argue, Joey holds up his hands. “Sorry, but Bishop gave us his orders. If either of you came back, we had to bring you directly to his cabin. If you came back together, we had to separate you.”
