Mates: One
Forty-Two: Dexter
“Dexter, man wake up. Come on we need to get training done.” Russ says to me as he strides towards me. He looks at what I’m staring at and elbows me. “She looks more beautiful each passing day.” He says as I nod my head. LeeAnn is with a group of children playing a game of tag. We are standing outside of the large ranch style house that we are using as a pack house. Her laughter reaches my ears, and I cannot help but to smile. “Russ I can feel my patience slipping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” I say never taking my eyes off of LeeAnn.
I hear him chuckle a little. “I know exactly what you mean. Since we have been here, we haven’t had one minute to breath little lone private time with our mate.” I nod my head. “My control is starting to slip.
