Her Rogue

22. Finally happy...for now

"We need to talk," I tell him.

Malcolm rolls his eyes and smirks, stopping what he was doing. He was working in the community garden, helping my grandma and my aunt with their tomatoes class.

He was wearing only his new jeans that I had bought him and he looked particularly delicious. His tribal tattoos were on display and I didn't like the lustful faces he was receiving from some girls in the pack.

Because I didn't let him mark me and his fast recovery system as an Alpha, his mark would almost completely vanish at the end of the day. It just looked like a small bruise.

Was I ready for him to put his mark on me? Nope, not at all. 

I did tell him that I loved him, so I feel like I do have an advantage in that part. But I still don't like it when he is just blatantly displaying his body for the world to see.

Was that sexist? It is not a feminist approach, that is for sure. 

And I would hate if he would do that to me. So I am trying to be the bigger person on this occasion.

My aunt sees me taking Malcolm by the hand, dragging him to the packhouse, and smirks at me. 

It was still a secret. 

I was waiting for the admission ceremony to pop the news. Only the closest people knew.

We were very discreet, and popular belief was that I didn't trust him. So the whole pack didn't think much of it. 

Even more, when we would fight viciously almost all the time we would talk about anything but sex. Was it healthy? Not really, I mean, I know that. I would make him take a shower every time that we... are together. 

And I make an extra effort to mask our smells to my pack in every room.

It was 3 pm, so most people were outside, liberating most of the offices on the second floor. I open and slam the door, locking it.

Before I can turn I hear him taking his jeans and I turn, scrunching my eyebrows.

"What do you think you are doing, Mal?" I ask him, feeling overwhelmingly more horny than before, but I try to hide it. 

This was a serious secret meeting with my mate. Not a sexy one.

He looks confused, his jeans half down his legs. He is smiling slightly as if he couldn't believe me when I said I wanted to talk to him.

"Well, I don't know, taking my pants off to have sex with my mate. What are you doing?" I try but fail at not smiling. 

But I do roll my eyes, just to show I was a mature adult female.

"I said we needed to talk, so your first instinct is to take your pants off?" I tease him, still trying to control the laughter that wanted to be liberated. 

He takes his pants off, just his black boxers on display. And obviously, my new favorite member of his was there too. 

It is not fair when he looks that delicious.

Now, I have no idea what I wanted to talk about. And by the look of his face, he knew that. 

I glare at him, still smiling, and let him come to me, go hug me from behind, and kisses my neck.

These past two weeks were amazing and all my hormones were more than satisfied by him. 

Malcolm, being the little newbie on the whole sex ordeal, wanted to know all of the possible positions two people could possibly make. In his words was "to know which is the best, for both of us".