Thousand Year Wolf

The Mating Call

Dear Goddess, his voice should be illegal! Rich, deep, and husky.. it did things to her body that it should have no right in doing, and with her wolf howling in satisfaction within the recesses of her mind, she did not have the blessing to think clearly on what was happening. 

She could feel her control beginning to slip away, rationalization flying out the window with all common sense..

Oh dear Goddess, was this some kind of sick joke?

She surely hoped not.

"Mate.. Mine..!" the male growled as his arms found their way around her shocked form, pulling her to him in what could only be described as a possessive hug as he buried his nose within the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent with a deep breath. 

Odd way to describe it, but that was as good as her thought process was going to get at this moment.

The rumored 'tingling' sensation exploded where their bodies touched, an euphoric heat surging through her veins at the wondrous emotions and physical reactions the male brought out in her.

This was her mate.

By the Goddess, she had a mate!

It was all instinct from there as her male backed her against the far wall of the study, his tongue tasting the skin that met between her neck and shoulder with a stream of possessive growls rumbling within his chest.

Her male.

Oh, she absolutely adored the sound of that!

Her pleased whines met his growls as his teeth began to join in on the sampling of her flesh, her mind, body, and soul falling deeper and deeper into the bond's pull as her mate kept her close, his instinct whispering for him to mark and claim what was rightfully his.

Dear Goddess, she was a hot mess.

She could feel his canines begin to poke through the surface of her skin, ready to mark her with the Moon's continuous encouragement to bind them together for eternity.. his pointed teeth slowly sinking deeper.. and deeper.. until they were interrupted by an unfamiliar male darting into the study, oblivious to what was going on.

His teeth retracted from her flesh, the mark shallow enough to where it would not take.. thus rendering his claim incomplete. Instantly, he gently pushed her behind his back in a protective stance as he growled at the intruding male.

"What the hell is it, Jensen?" he flashed his teeth, obviously displeased by the interruption.

He had been so close to finally claiming his mate!

"Dominic! That Hag will be here any minute!" the oblivious male now known as Jensen waved his arms as if to get his point across. "You need to make a good impression, or else she'll have the rest of those old fogies milling around here and stinking up the place and bitching about everything!"

She felt her eye twitch at his words.

Seriously? She was far from resembling a 'Hag'.

Silently, she peeked up at her mate.. even though all she could see was the back of his head.

He knew who she was, right? Beta Roux had told him she was waiting in his office.. so he would rip this wolf a new one.. 

Right?

Her mate simply snorted in amusement. "Don't worry, Jensen. I'll charm the Old Crow, get through the visit, and send her on her merry way."

Oh, her heart cracked at this.

Any pleasurable feeling of elation had been washed down the drain by that simple sentence.

Within the backseat of her mind, her inner wolf whined at the hurtful words.

Somehow, it seemed that their fledgling bond had snapped at him, for his attention had turned towards her with a worried look in his eyes as his raised a hand to cup her cheek. "Mate, what's wrong?" he questioned her, sensing her distress.

Jensen didn't say a word as he curiously peeked at the female that had been hidden behind his Alpha's back.

She schooled her facial features as the heat from his hand spread from her cheek and throughout her body, the bond trying to mend her injured feelings through his touch; though her eyes could not hide the hurt she felt.

With a sharp smile, she would speak. "This Old Crow would like to retire to her room for the evening. You know, these old bones just aren't what they used to be.. and even a Hag needs her rest." with that, she would step away from him and make her way towards the door before she would turn to face the two shocked males in the room.

"Now, who would be as kind as to show Ol' Regina to her bedchamber?" though as soon as those words left her mouth, her eyes would sharpen with a tinge of anger. 

"Oh, silly me! Don't worry, pups. I can find my room just fine. Have a good evening!" and that was that as she turned her back to Jensen and her mate, and stalked off in search of the guest rooms to lock herself in and lick her wounds for the night.

After so many years she had finally received her mate.. but what this a blessing.. or a curse?