Scent of a Mate (Sassy Mates, #1)

Aric watched Caleb for a long moment. “This isn’t about taking your right to fight away, but about ensuring you get the chance to do it.”


He ground his teeth as if ready to argue the point. “I’ll take your help, but I’m taking Rocco down. One way or another, he’s a dead man.”





Chapter Eleven




Jordan sighed as Aric’s truck pulled into her driveway. After so many days at the clinic, she was home.

“Don’t move.” Aric ordered, rushing out of the truck and heading for Jordan’s door.

“Come on, Aric. I can walk. You really need to stop treating me like an invalid.” But she sat there, waiting for him to open her door. Once he did, she curled her arms around his neck and let him carry her into the house. No man and ever treated her with kid gloves before. It was new and interesting, and made her feel special in more ways than one. She’d come to realize in her time at the hospital that Aric and his family were protectors. She couldn’t speak for all shifters, but the Wolfes needed to ensure their loved ones were taken care of. Lucky for her she happened to be one of them.

“I prefer it if you did as little as possible while you’re still healing.” He trudged through the house, shut the door with his foot, and continued to the living room.

Jordan grinned, running her hands over the shaggy hair at the back of his neck. “As little as possible?”

He stopped. His eyes brightened with desire. That look he gave her, hungry and wild, made her body sizzle. “I can think of a few things you can do without overexerting yourself.”

He sat on her favorite chair and placed her over his lap. His rock hard cock poked her ass and flared her lust to life.

Her wiggle had him groaning. “Jordan…”

She ignored his soft warning and kissed him instead, rocking her hips over his dick. They were deep into their kiss. Her hands strayed over his shoulders, gripping and squeezing his muscled arms. And then he was tearing his lips from her, jumping to his feet with her in his arms.

He growled. “What the fuck––?”

“What is it?” She squealed in his hold.

“The chair moved.”

Mind still cloudy with need, she didn’t understand what he was talking about. “What?”

He put her on her feet and placed his hand over the seat cushion of the black leather chair. “It started moving under me.”

She blinked. And laughed. And laughed some more. She continued laughing until her stomach hurt from the look on his face.

He frowned. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just...” She burst into laughter again. “It’s a massage chair.”

“Well, your massage chair was groping me.” His attempt at indignant failed with his smile.

She grinned and rubbed her body boldly over his. “The chair isn’t the only one.”

“Then I suggest we go somewhere the furniture won’t try to take part in whatever we’re doing.”

She giggled and let him lead her toward the bedroom. They’d taken two steps through the door when he turned on her, locking their lips together and once again carrying her to the bed. She yanked on his T-shirt, tugging the material over his broad shoulders and head before moving to his jeans.

“Jesus, Jordan. Give me a second.”

She licked his nipple and heard his sharp inhale. “How long was I in the hospital?”

He groaned, sliding his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back off his chest. “A little over two weeks.”

The zipper hissed on its way down. She met his gaze. Wild passion filled his eyes.

“I missed you. I was scared I wouldn’t see you again with every punch that guy threw at me. I don’t ever want us to be separated again.” She took a deep breath and blurted out her feelings. “I love you.”

Her words had an incredible effect. He tore the rest of his and her clothes off so fast all she heard was material ripping. Then he was on her, kissing her hard, branding her with the sexy mouth she loved. He pushed her back on the bed, caressing every inch of her body with his rough calloused hands. Every touch was bliss. Every kiss pushed her temperature higher, soaring into new heights. He cupped her face and allowed her to see the same things she felt mirrored in his eyes.

“I love you too.”

To hear him say the words made her heart flip. Emotion clogged her throat. She threw her arms around him and kissed his neck. She inhaled the scent of her man and the passion burning between them.

“Bite me, Aric,” she whispered.

He kissed her. “You’re sure about this? Your body won’t be the same. Even if it doesn’t accept the change for you to be one of my kind, you won’t be the same.”

She smiled and slid a finger over his lips. “I’ll never be the same anyway. I’m yours now and always will be.”