Stalking her is one thing. Assaulting her is another.
“Mmm.” Leticia wakes as I finish.
“Hey, gorgeous, I’ve got you mostly cleaned up. You gotta get upand go pee though.” I’m smiling like a damn idiot at her, but it’s only a third of what I want to be doing.
Leticia pushes herself up onto her elbows and then rolls, pulling her legs closed. “I should probably be embarrassed you just cleaned me while I slept, right?”
“Nope, absolutely not. Because then I’d have to be embarrassed that I cleaned you while you were sleeping, and since I was providing the bare minimum care a partner should, that doesn’t make sense.” I shake my head and offer her my hand.
For her feelings of modesty, and not for any fear of exposure, I offer her my bathrobe. It’s long on her, almost hanging down around her ankles as she wraps it around herself and walks, with her thighs locked together, to the bathroom.
The obsessive part of me wants to stand in the bathroom with her, to ask if I can clean her up the rest of the way, but instead I say, “If you want a shower, there are towels in the little cupboard. I left one of my T-shirts in there for you, too, if you want, and there are human feminine products under the sink. I’m going to go get your bags out of the car.”
“Okay, thank you,” Leticia calls back.
My wolf resists with every step I take away from her.
A note on the door at the top of the stairs explains why the main floor of the house is so quiet. Mom and Dad went to pick Kerrianne up from school and to feed Captain, which means, covered in the fresh scent of sex, I won’t raise any immediate red flags.
I’m gone for barely three minutes before I get back downstairs, but Leticia hasn’t come out of the bathroom.
I clean up the blanket I’d laid down and take it to the laundry machine, and she’s still in there.
Open the door,my wolf demands as I stare at it.Open the door to make sure she’s still safe.
I reach for the knob but barely stop myself, raising a fist to knock instead.
“Just a minute,” Leticia calls out, but her voice cracks.
This time, I can’t help myself. I push open the door, and she’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.
“Gorgeous, what’s wrong?” I clear the space between us and crouch next to her.
“Royal, we had sex, without a condom and —” Her words turn into a gasp that’s biting into my heart, but I don’t know why. Her eyes are wide and terrified like a deer caught by the pack.
My phone is back in the bedroom. Though I don’t even know what to search for to figure out what has her so rattled.
Seconds, maybe minutes, hell, it could be an hour later, and she finally whispers, “It’s not a high chance, but I could get pregnant.”
Relief crashes over me like a second orgasm, and I wrap my arms around Leticia, pulling her close. “Oh, that’s all you’re worried about. Don’t be worried.”
“Don’t be worried?” She struggles and pushes against me. “We can’t have a baby, Royal, this is serious.”
I let her push me off. “You and I can’t get pregnant, Leticia. Not like this.”
“For someone with a lot of sex toys, you don’t know how babies are made?” Her anger sharpens her words.
Made our mate angry.My wolf blames me, but it’s not like he knew why she was mad either.
“We’re not the same species.” I shrug and try to help her feel less defensive. “Wolves and humans aren’t compatible. You would need to be turned into a wolf for us to get pregnant, and you’re really human right now.”
“Oh.” Leticia deflates, and I pull her into a hug once more.
“You’re sure?” Leticia eyes me, her breathing sharp and labored.
“More sure than anything. It’s why there are so few wolf shifters. We’re only compatible to breed with other wolf shifters, and changing humans is a huge deal. We don’t do it unless it absolutely has to happen.” I spare her details, knowing the next time we talk about this or that her next question will be about Antonella.
“You said we could check on Toni and Valor?” She follows the exact line of questioning I was expecting.
