Looking at the clock, I realized I had to get ready so I didn’t make Millie late. Showering in the downstairs bathroom, I hurriedly got dressed in the clothes my mate had set out for me.
I grinned as I straightened the collar of my new dress shirt. My girl had looked so cute when she’d presented it to me last night. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had ten just like it in my closet. That didn’t matter though. The fact that she’d thought of me when she’d been shopping for herself warmed my heart and made my cock thicken with anticipation.
Fuck, she turned me on. I felt like a goddamned deviant whenever she was near. Even Flint accused me of being a letch after he’d overhead me fucking Millie in the shower this morning. What could I say? My dick was constantly hard whenever she was around, and she seemed to enjoy that fact. Hell, she encouraged it! The little minx was insatiable. And I was savoring every debaucherous moment we spent together.
I was also enjoying having all my brothers living under one roof with me. Truth was, since leaving the group home, I’d missed the hustle and bustle of having a bunch of peoplearound. This cabin was huge, and I’d built it with the hope I could one day fill it with a big family. Something that, with the arrival of Millie, might actually come true.
The image of a dark-haired child with bright blue eyes filled my mind then. My heart swelled at such a compelling and beautiful future.
Checking my watch, I realized it was time to go. Clicking off the light, I left the bathroom and made my way over to the living room. As soon as I walked in, I saw her. My mate. The most spectacular creature in all the world.
My throat got tight, along with my jeans, as I took in what my girl was wearing. Her pants were so form fitting, I could practically see her pussy on full display. The sharp memory of exactly what that vice-grip of a cunt felt like wrapped around my cock didn’t help matters any. A growl of feral desire, and warning to all others who would think to even glance at my woman, began low in my throat. Let there be no confusion as to what I was willing to do to keep my mate protected and safe andmine.
I heard Flint mutter an “I told you so,” to Millie, and that snapped me out of my primal state.
“You don’t like how I look?” My mate asked, her lovely eyes wide with hurt and disappointment.
Striding to her side, I wrapped my hands possessively around her waist and kissed her passionately. “I love the way you look, Millie. I just don’t want anyone else to enjoy it even a fraction as much as I do.”
That comment seemed to cheer her up. “Good. Now stop being a caveman and let’s get in the car. I don’t want to be late.”
Millie
Ethan’s reaction to what I was wearing made me realize I’d done the right thing by keeping the pants. As we drove to the restaurant, he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I loved every naughty second of it.
As we drove, his eyes on the road, his fingers meandering up my thigh, I felt like everything in my life was finally falling into place. Just as we pulled into the parking lot, he’d stroked my clit through the from-fitting fabric and my pulse began to pound. That single touch was enough to ignite my body into a feral heat. My pussy dampened and my cheeks grew hot. My mate was fast becoming my own personal addiction.
Coming around to my door, Ethan chivalrously opened it and helped me step out of his Mustang. I’m not sure what I’d done to score such a man, but I was keeping him, no questions asked.
The waitress escorted us to our table. Because Charlotte was coming directly from work, she was already seated. As soon as she saw us, she jumped up and gave me a great big hug.
I introduced Ethan, and we all got situated back in the booth, my friend and I chatting excitedly as we scooched into place.
“Cam is running a bit late,” Charlotte explained, as the waitress dropped off menus. “He got caught up at work. He’ll be here shortly though.”
We started with drinks that Ethan ordered for us. As Charlotte had predicted, nobody asked for our ID’s. From what we’d heard, this place was really liberal with checking forthem. Just in case, my friend had come prepared with the fake ones we’d used at Maverick’s what felt like a lifetime ago.
Halfway through our second drink, Ethan got an urgent call from Harry. “My apologies, ladies. My client is a bit nervous about an upcoming deadline. Give me a minute. I’ll be right back and then I’ll be off my phone for the rest of the night, I promise.”
As soon as he left the table, Charlotte got right down to business with grilling me about him. “Oh my God, Millie. Your boyfriend is GORGEOUS, and such a gentleman. Where the hell did you guys say you met? And more importantly, does he have a brother you can introduce to Alice? That bum she liked at the bar up and quit without a single word, ghosting her like they’d never even met. She’s been super depressed ever since.”
The mention of Garrett made me twinge with a hint of guilt, until I recalled what he’d tried to do in that alley after I’d left the bar. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I’d done Alice a huge favor. He’d been ready to rape and probably kill me. The ware was a creep that, one way or another, would have hurt her in the end. Good riddance!
“Ethan grew up in foster care,” I carefully began. “He has an older brother, but they’re not on great terms.”
I didn’t want to foolishly set up Alice with one of the guys if they didn’t date human women. To be honest, I’d never asked and I didn’t want to give Alice false hope after the Garrett debacle.
“That’s unfortunate,” Charlotte responded. “If he has any friends, I’m sure she’d love to meet them next time we go out.”
“I’ll let Ethan know,” I said, as her phone chirped.
“He’s here,” Charlotte squealed, as she looked at the message. “I’m letting him know which section we’re sitting in.”
We both excitedly waited for Cam to arrive. The moment he turned the corner, the color drained from my face because I recognized his.
The man wasn’t Cam, like he’d claimed. He wasn’t even a man. He was a ware.
Cam was Osyrius.
