The next morning Kelton and I were having breakfast, cooked by him obviously, when Kilani sauntered through the door. “Looks like someone had a good night,” she teased as she snatched a slice of bacon off my plate and plopped down in a seat beside me. Is it wrong that I love her, yet I wanted to punch her at the same time? Not over the bacon. I couldn't care less about that, but the teasing about s*x with her dad just made me feel so damn awkward. I was blushing like the red of a rooster's comb… c**k’s comb… And now I’m thinking about c***s. Or at least, one in particular. “Don’t take from my mate’s plate,” Kelton chided. I smothered a little smile. Male wolves liked to provide for their mates. It was some instinct that assured them they were doing their job correctly. It appealed to th

