Kissing the column of my neck, he whispered, “Lift your leg, mate,” before nipping the delicate skin at the base of my throat.
Under his spell, my thighs parted and Ethan’s hand dipped between them to support the weight. Shifting closer, he growled into my ear and my womb spasmed. He did it again and a thick pool of slick began to trickle out of me, lubricating his path into my body.
His cock nudged against my backside, blindly searching for entry into my core. When the head slid easily against my dripping slit, he knew he’d found it.
Driving forward, Ethan penetrated me in one quick motion, his grunts in time with each precise, spearing stroke.
Forgetting the world around me, I surrendered to my mate’s rutting, loving every rough thrust he meted out. I might feel differently tomorrow, but right now, I needed this morethan anything. Ethan inside of me, purifying my flesh with his, purging my soul of what had just taken place downstairs.
My mate was giving me what he always did: a reminder of who I was, and who I was meant to be, without uttering a single word.
“Next,” I called to the thirty-something-year-old scrolling on their phone as they waited in line.
The woman didn’t even glance up from her cell as she rattled off her drink order. Because she wasn’t making eye contact and the overhead music was loud in the coffee shop, I could barely hear her mumbled words. When I asked her to repeat the order, her eyes snapped up from her device, and she angrily recited it a second time.
Ignoring her attitude, I rang the woman up while Tonya, one of the four waitresses on duty this busy morning, quickly made the coffee to the customer’s specifications. When I handed it to her, she didn’t say thank you. Instead, she muttered something about “stupid new employees” before she stormed out of the cafe like we’d just kicked her dog for fun.
I didn’t dwell on the situation for long because we were absolutely swamped. This shift was the fastest paced one so far. I barely had time to clean up the counter between customers, let alone perseverate on one rude one.
At around ten, there was a lull. Gavin, who was in the corner of the room quietly reading a book, came over for his second refill of coffee.
Taking pity on the poor guy, I said, “Why don’t you go stretch your legs for a bit and take a walk. I’m not sure if you noticed when we parked earlier, but there’s a comic book store two doors down you might be interested in checking out.”
On the drive over, Gavin had mentioned he was a big fan of the Marvel movies. Since he seemed to always have his nose buried in a book around the house, I assumed he might like to read comics as well.
“I don’t feel right about leaving you here alone,” the shy ware sweetly answered.
“Why not?” I posed. “Even Ethan didn’t stay the entire time I worked. He visited the hardware store and a few other places during my shift. I have my phone if I need to text, and he hung out in the general vicinity in case I did. You don’t have to be held hostage here the whole day.”
I could see Gavin weighing the pros and cons of taking me up on my offer. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go to the comic store. I won’t be long,” he assured me. “I’ll just do a quick tour of the stacks and head right back.”
“Take your time,” I told him, handing over his refilled coffee. “Are you hungry? I can make you an egg and cheese bagel sandwich if you’d like.”
“That actually sounds awesome,” Gavin replied with a smile, rubbing his flat stomach with his free hand.
After I got his food ready for him, Gavin went to dig into his pocket for his wallet.
I held up my hand to stop him from paying. “This is my treat. Now scram! Go and enjoy yourself at the comic shop.”
Gavin graciously accepted my gift and left the shop. A slew of customers walked in behind him and began to order a mountain of drinks and pastries. And that was just the front of the house. Two of the other girls were working the equally busy drive through while Jessica and I worked the counter.
At the end of the line was a big man with sharp, dark eyes and a hulking frame. Right away, I recognized his scent. He was a ware. There was no mistaking it.
Shock shot-gunned through my body and I grew warm all over as my brain registered the overwhelming danger. Panicking internally, I wondered if he could smell me, or if the coffee and sticky, sweet treats I’d been pedaling all day had potentially masked my scent.
Playing it cool, I asked, “How can I help you?”
“I’ll take a large hot, black coffee,” the ware ordered, and I swiftly set about filling the basic request.
Breathing through my nose and gripping the coffee a bit too tightly, several drops spilled over the rim and I had to wipe it down after fixing the lid.
Turning around, I set the ware’s order on the counter and tried to steady the sudden quiver in my throat. “Can I get you anything else?”
The dark eyed stranger leaned across the counter and quietly stated, “You can get in my car and take the nearest flight back to Alaska where you belong, Millie.”
CHAPTER 12
Millie
