“Hungry?” Dylan asked reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water. He tossed one to her. “We didn’t have lunch, what would you like?” Cami came over to stand with him peering into the loaded refrigerator. She was freshly bathed and wearing her daisy pajamas. Dylan’s nose twitched and she grinned. “Does Mike have something to eat out there?” Her brows knitted. “Mike’s a big boy and he can take care of himself. What do you want to eat?” She shrugged. Dylan pulled chicken breast and some vegetables out of the fridge. Cami was looking out of the window toward the cabin. “Is it bothering you that much?” She nodded. “It’s like he’s all alone now. You and Pete both have mates and he’s left high and dry. I feel bad.” Dylan pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text. It chimed back immediately and he showed it to Cami, she smiled. Dylan pulled more chicken from the fridge and more vegetables. “Cut those up.” He pointed to the vegetables handing her a knife and cutting board. She carried them to the sink to wash then started taking them apart. Dylan was cutting the chicken into small pieces and putting them in a wok. Cami grinned. She never figured him for a guy who could cook especially with a wok. Most guys can make breakfast but he was really going to cook! He’d said before that he could make spaghetti, but how hard was that? You boiled water and emptied a jar. He tossed her vegetables in as soon as she got them cut up, it was becoming a race, and Cami giggled. Mike came in and perched on one of the bar stools. Dylan threw him a beer. “Cami was worried about you. I wasn’t.” Mike took a long pull on the bottle. “Thanks Cami. I wasn’t looking forward to soup and Pete has my truck.” Dylan went to a cabinet and pulled out a set of keys then tossed them to the Mike. “Oh come on, the Buick? Give me the Camero.” Dylan shook his head. You have a Camero?” Cami asked. Dylan grinned wolfishly. yeah I think there’s one in the garage.” He stirred their supper. “Cami, make him show you the garage. It’s worth it.” Mike finished his beer and got up to get another. “I guess I should be thankful that he’s letting me borrow one of his babies at all, huh?” You should. I don’t let just anyone drive my cars. That reminds me, Cami, does the truck behind Frankie’s belong to you?” She nodded. “We’ll bring it here.” “It’s broken. I couldn’t afford the parts yet. I need to put it up on a rack.” Dylan nodded and served the stir fry. You can use the one in the garage. I have tools and a lift for you to use. We get it fixed. It looks like your foster dad took care of it.” Cami nodded and went back to her work.
Cami loaded the dishes into the dishwasher when they’d finished and wiped the counters. Dylan promised at dinner that he would show her his cars if she did the dishes and Mike kept teasing her about what was out there. What she couldn’t understand was if he had a garage full of hot cars why drive the crappy old pick up? He said it had sentimental value and the seat was molded to his butt. That had made her laugh. “I’m done, can we go?” Cami was giddy and bouncing on her toes. Dylan chuckled. Mike said goodnight and went out of the patio door to head back to the cabin. A small cabin was on the land when Dylan bought the place. He thought that maybe the owner used it for taxidermy, he’d found black button eyes and some mounting blocks on a table in there. They’d fixed it up, put a kitchen in, a bathroom, and blocked off a small bedroom. It was good enough if you didn’t plan on living there forever. He kept non perishables in the cabinets if anyone needed a place to crash for the night. Some of the guys brought women there but they all knew to clean up after themselves. It had a TV with cable but it was extremely small. Two people would get tangled up in there if they weren’t careful. “This is my garage. The keys are in the cabinet in the kitchen and you are welcome to drive anything you like.” His arm draped casually over her shoulders. Dylan flipped the light switches on the wall. “Whoa.” Cami’s mouth was open and her eyes wide. It was a warehouse full of cars, she estimated thirty at least. All of them perfect and showroom clean. Dylan prodded her forward. “Is that a…Oh. My. God… you have a… no way.” He laughed as she nearly floated to the GTO. Dylan followed her. “This is a Ram Air V. Did you know that this car has five hundred horsepower? How did you get this? They weren’t even for sale to the general public.” Cami opened the hood carefully. “That’s beautiful.” “Do you want to drive her?” Dylan was behind her, his body pressed close as he looked over her shoulder into the motor. She shook her head as her insides trembled. “No?” She shook it again. “I couldn’t. What if something happened and I hurt her? I couldn’t take that chance.” Cami bent closer to look at the engine. “Wow.” She lowered the hood carefully letting it close. “Wow.” Cami walked on through the garage looking at his treasures stopping next at the Camero that Mike mentioned. She could see why he wanted it. This one was new and looked like the car from the space alien robot movie that was out not long ago. It was bright yellow and made her smile. She refused to drive any of them but looked under a lot of hoods. “Dylan, you should take these out for a ride and let them stretch their legs instead of sitting here bored all the time.” He shrugged. “I’d rather take you out.” Her cheeks flushed because he was leaning over her again and she could feel how hard he was for her. “Come on, let’s go back inside Darlin’.” His smooth caramel voice went straight to her clit and she shivered. Cami took his hand and followed him inside to the bedroom. Dylan pulled his clothes off without taking his eyes from hers. Cami mimicked his movements removing her own. When he was naked and proudly standing before her he took her hand and led her to the side of the enormous bed. “I love you Cami. Not just because nature says that you’re my mate but because I feel something very deeply for you.” Her eyes misted and he bent to kiss her. Slowly he nibbled at her lips while his hands roved her body. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer, closer to her, and closer to the bed. It was happening again. She was losing control. An undeniable urge filled her, clawed at her for release, for fulfillment, for what Dylan had to offer her. “Not this time sweetness.” He pushed her gently back on the bed covering her body with his. Cami tried to pull him under her but he wasn’t having it. “No Cami. This time I’m in charge. This time I am going to take it slow and I am going to make love to you. I am going to explore and memorize every inch of you.” He was trailing kisses across her breasts and down her sternum. Cami’s breath hitched with excitement and a thrilling fear. She tried to push him again. “I said no.” There was the voice that she could not help but obey. God he was sexy, too sexy for his own good. She shoved her hands into his hair and tried to pull him up to her face, she wanted to kiss him again. He wasn’t having it. Dylan removed her hands and trapped them at her sides to continue on his slow torturous exploration. His tongue had just filled her belly button and made her belly tremble. God it was torture! Her core was wet and clenching, her clit was throbbing, and her pulse pounded frantically in her ears. “Don’t move.” He commanded as he let go of her hands to spread her legs further. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. It was like her body needed to obey him even though her mind fought it. Damn him anyway …oh! Ooooooh….His mouth was exactly on the spot that was going to make her implode. He buried two fingers inside of her now and his tongue circled her swollen clit. Cami’s hips came off the bed and he chuckled. He was laughing at her? Seriously? “I told you not to move.” Dylan’s fingers curled inside of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth rubbing it with his tongue. Lightning raced through her veins and electricity crackled across her skin. Her nerves zinged with it and every muscle seized then convulsed. “Oh God!” She roared as the orgasm claimed her very soul. Her fingers dug into the mattress. Dylan was kissing his way up the front of her now. She needed him, needed to be filled. She ached to feel him inside of her. Cami grabbed for him and he captured her hands again trapping them over her head. “I said don’t move but you keep doing it. Why are you disobeying your alpha?” He growled. She laughed nervously but tried to wiggle her hands free as she wrapped her legs around him hoping to assist his entrance like she did the first time. Dylan growled low in his throat and flipped her over onto her belly. He smacked her ass twice. “Dylan!?” Twice more when she tried to turn around. “Oh!” Cami tried to escape but he was on her and she was not going to get away. “Dylan stop it.” She squirmed trying to get loose giggling. He pulled her hips back and across his lap. With his forearm planted firmly in the small of her back, Dylan spanked her. Cami was so wet she was embarrassed. How could that make her feel like this? She was so aroused right now, that she didn’t know what to do about it. His hand met with her backside for the tenth time and she moaned. So help her god, she moaned. Cami grimaced. He was going to think that she liked this when she didn’t, did she? Okay, maybe a little. Maybe it was the whole forced submission thing. Her inner wolf girl liked it. You will remember from now on that I am in charge in this room.” She nodded. He was behind her now lifting her hips and spreading her knees. Now he was going to fill her? Why couldn’t he just do that before and there wouldn’t have been a problem. Instead, he kissed her tender stinging fiery flesh. Cami’s cheeks blushed as red as her rear. He’d just kissed her butt? She almost giggled again but stifled it. His fingers slipped through her folds and she moaned again. “I thought you liked it, you did, didn’t you?” Cami nodded, it was the slightest of movements, and if all of his concentration wasn’t focused only on her, he would’ve missed it. Dylan thrust inside of her now. “So wet for me.” He filled her completely and her arms buckled. Cami laid her cheek against the cool sheet and let him thrust into her. It felt so good, she was so full, all of her muscles fluttering around him, grabbing for him. She moaned again and closed her eyes, pushing back against him, wanting more of it, of him. He was over her now, dominating her, his front on her back, his mouth on her neck. She felt him shift and nearly came off of the bed. It was coming again. The implosion. Millions of white lights burst behind her eyes, her core tightened and clamped down on him, milking him, and her world rocked off its axis. Dylan filled her with his seed, his orgasm just as intense and he roared over her. They collapsed in a heap.
