Tamer Of Wolves

~Café-tastrophe Part 1~

I wake up the next morning under the covers, and with an arm around me. I'm facing the alarm clock, which is on the right side of the bed, and I read the time. It's 10:36 AM. I look down, and I'm surprised to find that my royal blue dress has been replaced with a pair of sky blue pjs. The pants go all the way down to my feet, and the top is basically an over-sized tank top. I sniff the fabric of the top, and I recognize the scent immediately. Abigail, I realize. I should really thank that girl later.

I roll over on my back and stretch my hands above my head as I inhale deeply. I catch the scent of mint and pine sap, and I smile to myself. I roll over on my left side to see that the arm around my waist belongs to none other than Garrett.

I prop myself up on my elbow and I gently kiss his forehead. He's so cute when he's asleep, I sigh, looking at his adorable sleeping face. While sleeping, Garrett has a scowl on his face that makes him look intimidating, but in a cute way. When I kiss his forehead, his lips form into a sweet smile and he sighs contentedly. But when my lips leave his forehead, his eyes slowly open and he lets out a low groan of discontent.

Garrett's arm slowly leaves my waist, and his hand moves to caress my face. He strokes my cheek with his thumb before swiping a lock of golden hair from my face and behind my ear. His hand then goes back to my cheek. I then cover his hand with mine, and kiss his palm.

That seems to set something off, because his eyes go from chocolatey brown to steely silver. Then, with lightning speed, he grabs me by my arms and flips me across his chest, to where I'm now on the opposite side of the bed on my back. I land on the bed, giggling, while Garrett is now laying on his side and leaning over me. He grabs my wrists with one hand and holds them above my head. I position my head to look up, but my mate tilts my head back down with his other hand.

I'm mesmerized by his eyes, and that keeps my head in place. I'm smiling as he traces his free hand from my cheek and down my neck. He then continues to trace his hand from my collarbone and down to my sides. My mate then bends down and starts to kiss my neck. Finding my sweet spot, he then starts to suck and nip my neck, earning a small moan from me.

That seems to urge him on. Because Garrett then growls really low and continues to kiss his way down to the base of my neck, all the while tracing his hand ever so slowly down to my upper thigh.

I try to stifle a moan that's building up in my throat, but I can't. I moan, which urges Garrett to, as well. His hand is now firmly planted on my thigh, and he's rotating his index finger, making little circles. He lifts his head from my collarbone and he looks me dead in the eye.

"God, Marina," he growls. He kisses me, hungrily and deeply. I allow him access to my mouth and he takes it full force. When he comes up for air, he whispers, "Do you see what you do to me?"

A knock sounds at the door, interrupting us. Garrett snaps up, and sits up. He rakes a hand through his hair, and gets up and out of the bed. Still laying down, I admire my shirtless mate. Standing up, he stretches his arms up above his head. My gaze goes up and down, to his biceps, down to his beautiful six-pack, and even further down to his slacking pajama pants that hang deliciously low on his hips.

As he finishes stretching, another knock sounds. Growling, he yells, "Yeah yeah! I'm coming!" Then turning back to me, he mumbles, "This better be pretty fucking important."

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Garrett's POV

I walk to the door, still dazed from the experience I just had with Marina. Before I open the door, I glance back at my beautiful mate, watching me.

I open the door to see my Beta, Logan, standing there. When he sees me in my current condition, he stifles a laugh. I chuckle, indicating to him that it's okay for him to uncover his mouth. He bursts out laughing, and has to take a couple breaths before he can speak.

Logan clears his throat. "Alpha, I was thinking maybe you could go to the café down the road, and then you could catch up with Marina," he suggests to me. He looks behind me, and he suddenly gets very uncomfortable.

"H-hi there, Marina!" Logan tries to hide the uncomfortableness in his voice, but I catch it instantly. He starts to cough, but that doesn't help much. I look back at my beautiful mate, and I find that she's sat up and is waving at Logan awkwardly. A sliver of uncertainty and suspicion snakes its way into me. I'll ask her about it later, I promise myself.

I turn back to my Beta, and nod. "Okay. Um, I'll take her to the café at around noon. And I'll take some guys with us. Maybe Emory; I think they need to get better acquainted," I decide. I wave him off and he nods. Logan then disappears down the hall and down the stairs.

I turn from the door, and walk back over to my stunning mate, Marina. I sit back down onto the bed, my back facing her. Suddenly, an arm snakes its way around my stomach, and another arm snakes its way around my neck. A head rests on my shoulder, and as I turn a breath sends shivers down my spine. God, she makes me crazy.

A growl escapes my throat as Marina starts to kiss my neck. I turn and grab my mate and then I whip her around to where she's laying bridal-style in my arms.

I lean in close to her to where I'm literally nose to nose with her. "How do you feel about me taking you to a romantic café at noon?" I whisper to her.

Marina smiles, and whispers back, "As long as I'm with you, anywhere is romantic."