The Blazing Wolves MC

Chapter Five

I hold in a sob when I smell him. He must be right outside of the bathroom door. “Go away Edric, I don't want to see you right now. It's bad enough I'm in a bedroom that you fucked your whore in. Let me at least have the bathroom to myself, unless you fucked her in here too?”

I pray to the moon goddess that he hasn't. I want somewhere here that could be my whore free zone. I hear scratching at the door and a low whine. The smart bastard knows I would be okay with being near his wolf right now, since he isn't the one who willingly fucked Valerie. At least I hope his wolf didn't, otherwise my wolf and I will kick the bastards ass.

I peek over to see if he has entered, he hasn't, I just see the tip of his nose under the door. It's opened enough to where if he really wanted to just come in, he could. I smile at the thought of our male wolf. I don't want his skin side here with me completely naked, as my hormones are already starting to get out of whack.

Give or take a month after we meet our mate, us females go into heat. It sucks, but it is how the goddess guarantees that mates stay together and procreate the next generation. It starts with the males becoming stronger and their testosterone levels increasing which makes us want them more often than normal.

Our wolves start imagining all sorts of ways for our mates to take us and it gets more frequent as our heat gets closer. Our scent becomes more potent, not only making our mates cock hard at all times, but other males sniff around us, causing a lot of possessive marking, public sex and fighting. Thankfully, it is very rare for there to be death between our mate and the males he fights. Of course, the fighting turns us on even more.

In the pack where I grew up, there have been males who have taken their females right in the middle of the field once they have knocked all the males out. Most males prefer somewhere that others cannot see their females so they take them somewhere private.

Growing up, my parents taught me all about being in heat, about waiting for my mate and even if he doesn't wait for me, it doesn't mean he is less of a male, but it still hurts. My wolf and I know Edric and his wolf are phenomenal males, but he doesn't get to enjoy having me when I caught him fucking a clubwhore. Sometimes being oblivious is better than knowing the truth.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I inhale a deep breath and prepare myself to have a conversation with Edric in his furry form.

“Hey wolfy, you can enter only on two exceptions. One, Edric didn't fuck any bitches in here and the second is that you didn't go along with any of the times he fucked that nasty hoe. You better be honest with me because I will find out and you won't like what happens if you lie to us.”

He nudges the door open and very cautiously walks toward the tub where the curtain is slightly open. His one eye is grass-green and the other is gold. I'm in awe. It's not very often that wolves can be one with their wolves like this. He is spectacular.

I gently rub between his eyes and kiss his nose, inhaling his smell with my eyes closed. Ingraining his scent to memory. “Why couldn't he wait for us? Why did he have to fuck a clubwhore instead of some female in the city? It would hurt a lot less having to be reminded who he had before me every time I see her.” He bows his head and whines.

“I know you cannot answer me, but know that my wolf already cares about you, as do I. I only wish your human was as smart as you are.”

His tail wags as he does a little wolf laugh that makes me chuckle. His bright eyes against the dark brown of his fur makes him look so beautiful.