Between the three of us, we get the blankets free and spread over us. Parker made a small attempt at leaving the bed, but Drew shut that down almost immediately. I'm glad. I feel content right now. Peaceful. Calm. I am floating in the aftermath of the pleasure my mate gave me and I am, for the first time in a long, long time, able to rest.
Chapter Thirty
Cross
“Where are you going?”
She's standing there dressed in those shorts barely covering her ass, her legs on full display, and the same sweatshirt she was wearing last night withnothingunderneath it. It doesn't matter that she's drenched in my scent, and Parker's, I can see her pebbled nipples moving against the material. She's not going outside like that, much less on her group hike or group art therapy or group whatever activity I'm sure she's got lined up.
“Away,” she clips and tries to push past me.
I grab her elbow and swing her back around to stand in front of me; and her hands slam onto her hips as she glares at me. “Not like that, you're not.”
Her eyes narrow. “Like what?”
“You're basically naked.”
“You're basically an idiot. Move.” She tries to move around me again but I block her. “Drew. Let me leave. I need to go.”
Parker is watching the whole thing with pure amusement spread all over his face. I gesture for him to help me handle this situation but he just waves me off with a flick of his fingers. Fine. She can't go out undressed like that. I realize that I'm behaving irrationally, but after last night I thought we had an understanding. I thought we were going to try to make things work. She's covered in my scent. If another wolf so much as looks at her...
I reach out and grip the neck of her sweatshirt before common sense has a chance to stop me and rip it down the front. There. Now she can't leave at all.
Her mouth drops open and she looks down at her exposed torso. I look at it too with no small amount of appreciation. The curve of her breasts are perfectly framed by the ruined material and deliciously visible. Now that I've seen her, touched her, that's all I'm going to be able to think about when I look at her. And I'm sure that's what everyone else will think about too, so she can't go out naked.
“That was my sweatshirt,” she hisses.
“I'll get you another one,” I say. “One of mine.”
She glares. “Myfavoritesweatshirt.”
“What is wrong with you?” Parker asks very casually from the couch.
Genie turns her glare on him. “What?”
“Not you.” He rolls his eyes. “You,” he says, looking at me. “Why are you suddenly bothered by old sweatshirts and ratty shorts?”
I grit my teeth. I don't know how it's possible that he doesn't understand. “Because people will look at her.”
He nods, brows high. “They might. That does happen in public places.”
“She can't wear that.”
“Obviously not now that you destroyed it. Tell me, oh mighty Alpha, what is she supposed to wear now that you've ruined her clothes? I'm sure we can find some tape around here and tape it back together.”
I glance down at his bag leaning against the couch.
“Absolutely not,” he says. “You made this mess. I'm not cleaning it up.”
I can't get control of myself. I normally wouldn't care what the woman I'm seeing wears out in public. I usually enjoy seeing how much other wolves appreciate her beauty because it's mine to enjoy and I want them to know that I am enjoying it. Even with Parker, I love watching females and males alike watching and appreciating him because he's beautiful and they know he's mine and they can look but never touch.
Fine.
I pull my own shirt off and shove it towards her. “Here. Wear mine.”
She blinks at me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
