Marcus stood before his mate, barely breathing. She was so tense. He knew the slightest provocation would push her over the edge. He had to make this thing between them better. She thought he'd been with another woman, but honestly the only woman he wanted was her. Now, he'd admit he had a few bed partners over the years, but that was out of sheer frustration. Usually after a long celibate stretch and could no longer contain the needs of is beast. He had not been with any one in over a year, and now the only one he would be with was her.
Marcus stood before her. So close, he could feel heat emanating from is boy to hers. Patricia looked into his dark eyes. The need she saw mirrored her own desires. She wanted this man. If she were honest, she'd admit that he was all he wanted. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with his finger. "Shhhhhh, don't say anything. Just feel. I'm here Tricia and I'm not leaving.
His heart beat furiously. He held his breath. If she demanded that he leave, then he would go. But he prayed that she'd let him stay.
Patricia wanted to send him away, but her wolf refused to let her. They'd waited decades for this male and she was done. Patricia whispered so softly, that Marcus almost didn't hear. "Sit, we need to talk."
He smiled and moved to her small sofa. Patricia realized that he was nearly naked, but beneath her thin robe she was naked. As Marcus sat, he took a moment to admire her beauty. Her thin covering did very little to hide her deliciousness from his eyes.
Just as he suspected, his woman was curvaceous, magnificent, and simply beautiful. Patricia saw how he stared at her and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her thin robe did little to hide her secrets. "Um, let me..."
"Baby, no you are perfect. Don't hide from me. Let's just talk, OK. Nothing will happen. I won't try anything. I just want to talk." He assured her.
Patricia was nervous, but she agreed. Besides wolves were often nude, so her state if undress was not really that big of an issue. As she sat, she noticed that Marcus pulled one of her throw pillows onto his lap. He wanted her, and her wolf preened. Her body flamed with need. All she had to do was untie the chemise, and she'd be ready for him. Would he respond? Would he rescind his promise of nothing happening and take care of her more base needs.
Marcus saw desire flare in her eyes and he was hard as steel. He wanted her so badly that he hurt. He knew she would not resist. They both wanted, no needed to be together. He closed his eyes, and Patricia left the room for a moment. He opened them and waited for her to return. She did and she had changed into a robe that was less reveling. It didn't matter. He scented her. He could still smell her and he knew she wanted him.
"Patricia," he whispered reaching for her.
"Don't, " she hissed. "Tell me about the female and why you reeked of her.?" She demanded.
"Baby, nothing happened with her. She was just a girl at the outing that would not let go of me. Well not until she set her sights on Jacob." He explained. Then he told her of the conversation that lead to Tasha latching on to him.
"What did she mean by that? What is a white-washed brother?" Patricia asked, felling insulted but not sure why?
"It's not important." Marcus explained.
"No, tell me. What did she mean?" Patricia demanded.
"Marcus took a deep breath. "Patricia, I'm a dark Were. My human is a black man. When people see me, some see only color. Tasha was perturbed because Kerri was obviously with Jamal and since Betty started dating Logan, she decided to take a jibe. She had no problem with Betty dating a white man, but a black man with a white woman was an issue for her. I stepped in to keep the situation from escalating, and she latched on to me. She wore lots of cologne and it rubbed off. I didn't mean to offend you and would never disrespect you in that way."
