Addison
I lie backin bed waiting for Zeke. I’m not exactly sure what just happened, but the lingering feeling between my legs tells me I need it again. I need more than what just happened. And I don’t think this will go away until I get it.
My stomach growls, and I smell something cooking in the distance. I’m sure some of Zeke’s siblings are already awake and making breakfast. Though it smells much better than the stuff they gave me at the facility. It’s fatty and salty, and it makes my mouth water.
A part of me is tempted just to leave without him. I’m still wary about the situation and the people here, but I fell asleep last night and woke up unharmed. Maybe if I did run into the others, it wouldn’t be so bad.
A soft groaning noise coming from the bathroom catches my attention, and I perk up. It’s immediately followed by heavy breathing and another sound I can’t quite place. But it’s rhythmic.
The bathroom door is cracked open, and I can’t deny my curiosity, especially after the dream from last night. A part of me just wants to see Zeke again, like that’s going to quell this feeling inside me.
I stand from the bed and tiptoe toward the door. I peek through the crack and spot Zeke in the shower. A frosted glass door is all that obscures him.
Looking at Zeke’s naked outline is enough to make the throbbing start again. I lick my lips, watching him. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that make his entire body look like it’s carved from stone. He is bigger than any of the men I’ve seen before, and I can’t help thinking he would be able to protect me.
I snap out of that comforting thought when he groans and throws back his head. I realize he has his hand around himself, moving it up and down his cock. Something fills the air, cutting through the scent of soap and water. It’s musky and delicious, and I can almost taste it. God, it makes me want him more than ever.
I feel an ache between my legs, something reminding me of just how hollow I am. I need him. I need to be filled by him.
This mating bond is new to me, but I can’t deny that it’s alluring. I want to explore it much more. I’ve never felt as good as I did while his hand was between my legs like that. I want to make him feel just as good as he made me feel, too.
The clawing in my chest is intense as I stand still, as if my inner voice wants me to move forward. I still don’t fully understand what this means, but I want to.
After a couple of minutes, he slows down, his free hand gripping the tile wall, and he lets out a low growl. He stops stroking himself altogether and turns off the shower.
I run away from the open door as quickly as I can. Keeping my steps light, I speed walk to the bed and sit on the edge.
When he comes back out of the bathroom, Zeke has a towel wrapped around his waist. “Smells like they’re cooking bacon,” he says with a smile, before grabbing a fresh T-shirt from a drawer. He pulls it on, covering his large frame.
“Bacon?” I ask.
Zeke looks at me, raising his eyebrows slightly. “I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t know what that is.” Letting the towel fall, I get a quick look at his firm butt before he pulls on a pair of shorts from his drawer. “Come on, I’m going to blow your mind.”
Zeke opens the door and waits for me to join him. I do, following him down the hall, my eyes sweeping over every detail as we move. It’s nothing like what I’ve known.
Art and photos line the walls. I see pictures of Zeke and Tara and some of the others from last night who I don’t know just yet.
Then I spot even older pictures. Clearly, this house has been around for generations. It’s hard for me to imagine a place having so much history.
The smell gets closer as we walk downstairs. My mouth is watering, and my stomach grows in response. We walk into the kitchen, which is bright with big windows letting in the morning sun. Beyond them, I hear the quiet chirping of birds outside.
Only one person stands in the kitchen now. I remember him from last night, but I don’t know his name. He’s a little taller than Zeke with the same dark hair and dark brown eyes. But he’s older, with something more worn in his eyes than Zeke’s.
He stands at the counter with a few pans on the stove. I realize that’s where the smell is coming from, and I think about the bacon Zeke promised to show me. He turns around and offers me a warm smile.
“Morning, you two,” he offers. “You’re the first ones up. Figured I’d let everyone else sleep since it was a late night.”
“Addison, this is my brother, Declan. He’s our pack’s Alpha,” Zeke says, gesturing between the two of us.
“Alpha? What does that mean?”
Declan looks at Zeke with an eyebrow raised.
There’s a lot I don’t know about myself, that much is clear. As alarmed as I was last night, I’m realizing now these people have answers for me. That must be what the look was about, anyway.
Declan pulls a pan off the stove and grabs a few plates from the cabinet.
“I’m not sure how much you know about what you are, but we are shifters. We’re a pack of people who can transform into wolves,” Declan begins.
