“Not so fast,” Remy said. “You owe Carson an apology…now, please.”
Gazing down at the floor, Galen mumbled, “Sorry, Carsso.”
“Thank you,” Carson said.
“One other thing before we go outside,” Remy said, “you must stay next to me…understand?”
“Uh-huh,” Eamon said quickly, stumbling as he scrambled out of his chair.
Carson caught him just before he hit the floor. “Hey, you okay?”
Rolling his eyes, Eamon said, “Uh-huh…Miz B’s always telling me to watch out but my feet wasn’t obeying.”
“Here, take my hand,” Carson said, “I’ll watch your feet for you.”
Smiling as Galen grabbed Carson’s other hand, Remy led them outside, eager to see his mate shift into his wolf.
Chapter 27
“How far away should we be?” asked Remy, standing near an old tree, his brothers’ hands tightly grasping his.
“Ah, that’s fine,” Carson replied as he removed everything except his briefs. “Once I shift, it’s okay for them to touch my wolf if they want to.” Without any further delay, he threw himself into his shift, the sounds of cracking bones breaking the evening quiet. When the noise faded away, Carson stood in his wolf form, shaking out his fur and scenting the air. Finding nothing alarming, he settled his belly on the ground, waiting for Remy and his brothers to approach.
After seeing his mate’s magnificent white wolf stand regally before him, Remy’s dick began to swell.Oh, my gods! He’s beautiful!Everything about the wolf called to him, driving Remy’s need to claim Carson stronger than anything he ever felt. Shivers of delight consumed his body as he eyed the shimmering ties binding them together. Longing to run his fingers through the soft fur rippling in the evening breeze, he fantasized about how it would feel to sleep curled up next to his mate’s wolf, knowing he’d be safe. With his mind lost in his dream, Remy forgot about his brothers until he felt Galen’s hand pull free.
Running over to Carson’s wolf, Galen skidded to a stop, then tentatively reached out and touched an ear. “Oh, that’s soft,” he murmured before sliding his hand down to the fur around the neck. “Remee, feel this!”
Looking down at Eamon, Remy asked, “Do you want to pet Carsso?”
“Is he gonna eat me?” asked Eamon, keeping his eyes glued to the wolf.
“No, sweetie,” Remy murmured, kneeling next to his brother. “That’s Carsso…trust me…he won’t hurt you at all.”
“Eamon,” yelled Galen, “Carsso is smiling at me!”
“I wanna see,” Eamon shrieked, pulling Remy towards the wolf. “Show me!”
Carson’s wolf chuffed before ducking his head and nudging Eamon’s hand.
“Ohhhhh,” Eamon squealed, “he wants me to pet him.” Placing his tiny hand on the top of the wolf’s head, he patted it several times.
“Can I ride him?” asked Galen.
“I wanna ride him too,” Eamon demanded.
“I don’t think…” Remy began, then stopped as his mate nodded his head. “Okay, but don’t take them out of my sight.”
Chuffing again, Carson flattened himself further so Galen could climb up on him. Then, rising, he remained still until Remy lifted Eamon onto his back, seating him in front of his brother.
“Eamon, hold on to his fur…yes, just like that,” Remy said, “Galen, put one arm around your brother and grab some of Carson’s fur with the other.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect,” Remy said.
“Giddyup,” Eamon ordered.
“He’s not a horse,” Galen said, then squealed in surprise when he felt Carson’s wolf move beneath him.
