“Oh, they will. All his patients love my brother…they will too…I know it.”
Remy chuckled at how flustered his mate was. Deciding to give Carson a break, he wrapped his hand around his mate’s cock and began tugging it. “Nice and hard…just the way I like it. Ready?”
Nodding, Carson let Remy lead him into the shower.
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Remy was pulling on his pants when he heard Galen’s voice down below. Finishing quickly, he called to his mate, “I’m heading down to relieve Mrs. B. You’ll join me soon?”
Poking his head out of the bathroom, Carson replied. “As soon as I’m finished.”
Remy then backtracked to the bathroom and caressed his mate’s cheek. “Can’t wait until tonight…my turn to claim you.”
Carson’s eyes widened, his cock rising again at the thought of Remy buried deep inside him. Just knowing his mate wanted to claim him, ticked his number one sexual fantasy box. Growling, he said, “Don’t know how a warlock claims his mate but I sure hope it involves fucking.”
Standing with his hand on the doorknob, Remy looked over his shoulder, smirking, “Let’s just say, you won’t be disappointed.”
Holy fuck! Shit, I wonder how soon his brothers will go to bed?Returning to their bedroom, Carson’s eyes zeroed in on the bed, picturing himself on his hands and knees getting pounded by his mate. There wasn’t time for him to rub one out, no matter how much his cock called to him, so Carson turned away, grabbing his clothes instead. Once dressed, he checked his phone, finding a missed call from Hunter. Hitting the call back button, Carson waited, wondering what he wanted.
“Congratulations on your mating, Carson,” Hunter said as soon as he answered his cousin’s call.
“Uh, thanks,” replied Carson.
“Listen, I know you’re busy…” Hunter began.
“No, I’m not…I mean, yeah I’m...” Carson said.
“Fionn doesn’t want to stay in the chateau,” explained Hunter, “so I was wondering if there’s an empty cottage we can use instead.”
“There is…two of them in fact,” replied Carson, “they’re listed as guest cottages. According to the documents Penn gave me, Fionn’s father let visiting business associates use them. When do you need one?”
“Right away, if possible. This place is bringing up a lot of bad memories for my mate.”
“Okay, I’ll send you an email with pictures. Pick the one you want,” Carson offered.
“Thanks.”
Ending the call, Carson started to leave, his mind on arranging new quarters for Fionn and Hunter, but before he reached the door, his phone rang. Answering he asked, “What else, Hunter?”
“Carson? It’s Jackson.”
“Oh, sorry…I thought Hunter had forgotten…never mind,” Carson replied, before a shot of fear went through him. “Is Mom okay?”
“She’s fine,” Jackson assured, “I just want to congratulate you on your mating.”
“How did you know? Did you speak to Hunter?” asked Carson.
“Yeah,” Jackson said, “I called him about his uncle’s meeting with Josiah and he told me about Remy. Oracle’s leaving to go to France. She should be there tomorrow.”
“Oh fuck, Oracle…” muttered Carson.
“Ahh, yeah…and she wants to speak to Remy too,” Jackson said.
“Shit…I haven’t told him about Oracle. I haven’t even told him about our pack and the gifts the Fates gave to everyone. Fuck!”
“Have you bitten him?”
“Yes,” Carson said, grateful his brother didn’t crack a joke about sex.
