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“Yes. I’ve offered Midori a place here with us. Pass the word: she is to be treated with all due respect and courtesy.”
“As is usually the case, word is already spreading through the pack. I’m sure Midori will be made welcome here. I will also let everyone know that the Mistress has transitioned successfully.”
“Thank you. Could I ask you to bring Simone up something to eat and then prepare supper for Simone and me in our room a little later? I don’t want her overwhelmed.”
Mrs. Perkins laughed. “You don’t want to have to share her, which is completely understandable. Your mate may have been here only a short time, but she has made a place for herself. You would have been so proud of her the other morning. She went out of her way to speak with everyone, and she certainly made an ally of Valentin.”
“I’ll be in my office for a few hours. I’ll call you when we’re ready. You can just leave the tray outside in the hall; I’ll see that we get it.”
Mischa spent the next several hours going over ceremony arrangements with Valentin who had been triumphant in securing a gown he was sure Simone would love. Val had sent pictures to both GiGi and Martina, and both agreed it was precisely what Simone would have chosen for herself. It was being hand-delivered from Australia.
He made his way through the paperwork he’d been neglecting as he kept watch over his mate as she transitioned. It had not been easy, but Simone was safe and that’s all he cared about. Members of the pack had wandered in and out to check on Simone or to say they’d heard she was fully transitioned and were happy she was through it. He assured them all that no one was happier than he.
Finally, he headed up the stairs to see to his mate. Midori was just leaving.
She cocked her head to one side. “You love her.”
Mischa nodded. “As do you. How about if we let that be the basis of our relationship from this point forward?”
Midori smiled. “I would like that. I was worried that you had rushed her, but I do believe she was always meant to be yours.”
“She is my fated mate,” he said with a shrug.
“And you are hers. I wish you both nothing but happiness.”
“Thank you, Midori. Reynolds told me he’d offered you a place at Windsong. I hope you will consider remaining here with us, instead.”
“I would like that very much.”
“Good.”
Midori walked past him and headed to the room she had once shared with Simone when they’d all believed she was just a lynx.
He entered his and Simone’s room to see her standing out on the balcony in one of his shirts.
“Don’t fuss at me. I want the fresh air. Midori had my robe, so I borrowed one of your shirts. It’s weird, but I knew you were coming long before you got here.”
Mischa joined her on the balcony, leaning on the railing with his arms on either side of her, pressing his front to her back. She sighed contentedly and leaned back against him.
“I missed you,” she said, allowing her feelings of desire and longing to travel down the link to him.
He kissed the top of her shoulder. “And I you. I asked Mrs. Perkins to bring us our supper. How about if we go get in the tub and you just relax and let me take care of you?”
“I can’t imagine you in that romantic bathtub. The shower would be fine.”
“I think you’ll be surprised at just how romantic I can be.”
Without further ado, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bath, filling it with lightly scented water before rendering them both naked and helping her into the tub. He stepped in behind her, sliding down the rolled top side of the Victorian slipper tub and easing her into the water so that she was facing away from him, her back to his front.
Gently he began to soap up the body sponge, rubbing it and the suds it created all over her body. He paid special attention to where some of the sweat from the fever that had kept her almost delirious for days had gathered. He’d sponged her during the transition, but he thought she would enjoy feeling truly clean.
She burrowed into him, getting closer. Slowly and luxuriously, he washed her body, scrubbing it clean until her skin was gleaming and her nipples were hard points. When he had her clean, he lifted the sprayer to gently get her hair thoroughly saturated with water, before applying shampoo and gently massaging it into her scalp and then pulling it down to the tips of her golden locks.
“That feels so good,” Simone moaned.
He rinsed her hair and then repeated the process with the conditioner, only he worked his fingers through her hair to untangle it before rinsing it. Easing her forward, he stepped out of the tub and drew her up and out to stand before him while he dried her with a towel. He watched her watching him. She was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. Who cared if she hadn’t been born a dire wolf? Certainly not him.
Simone reached for a dry towel and began drying him off, patting him dry and allowing the towel to tease his already stiff cock. No doubt about it, his mate turned him on. His dick was standing at attention, flat against his belly as it pulsed with life. She reached out and touched him, allowing her fingers to trail along his jawline and down the column of his neck.
