Joining Our Packs

Chapter Seven First Date

Isaiah leads me out of the packhouse and the chill of the breeze reminds me of my bare lady bits.

His hand entwined with mine he pulls me to the edge of the treeline hiding us behind the cover of the tall trees. He slips his hand from mine stripping his clothes off slowly.

Tugging my bottom lip in between my teeth I watch as my sexy mate seductively bares his nakedness to me. Isaiah catches my heated gaze and winks offering me one of his signature smirks.

Without a word, he shifts into his gorgeous warm golden-hued wolf with the deepest chocolate eyes. His fur shines like the setting sun and I instinctively move closer to run my hand over his silky-looking coat.

“Little mate,” Ishmael purrs through our mind link as my hand sinks into his thick fur.

“You're breathtaking I whisper nestling closer to him.

Ishmael dips his head into the crease of my neck where Isaiah’s mark lies and nuzzles the area creating delightful sparks.

“Hop on and close your eyes,” Isaiah instructs through our link.

He pulls away, kneeling down so I can climb onto his huge wolf. I haven't ridden on anyone's wolf since I received my own and before that, it had only been my parents and brothers. This feeling was entirely different. I could feel his fur tickling every inch of me as my body pressed tightly to him and sparks danced where our bodies met.

The sensation is erotic. Closing my eyes I open our link. “I'm ready.”

He rises, and my legs tighten around him. His toned physique shivers under my weight as the tingles erupt throughout my neither region. I hold back a moan digging my fingers into his luscious fur.

“I can't wait to get my turn riding him,” Acacia purrs letting the dirty images she's mustered float into my mind.

“Down girl,” I joke.

“Like you’re not dripping right now,” Acacia snarkily replies with a roll of her golden eyes.

“Touché.”

Isaiah darts deeper into the woods and I can feel the air whipping past us as he runs. For all his muscle he moves with a swift lightness. His lithe body graceful with every movement. The jarring of riding a wolf doesn’t come and my body hardly moves as I lay atop him enveloped in the warmth of his fur.

The sound of rushing water crashing off the rocks meets my ears and I can picture where he is taking me. A smile creeps onto my face and I snuggle deeper into my mate. If my guess is correct this is one of my favorite places and somewhere I intended to show him.

The burble of the falls grows with each thud of his paws and I can barely contain my excitement. This majestic masterpiece of nature always calms me with its magnificence.

My heartbeat slows in time with the slosh of the cascading water and I breathe in the crisp air surrounding us. The smell of pine and fresh rainfall invade my senses and I hum in content.

“Keep that up and we won't make it to our destination,” Ishmael growls his voice husky and deep with l**t.

“Keep what up?” I ask innocently humming again.

“I want to hear those sounds as I make you c*m little mate,” Ishmael rumbles.

“Anytime,” I purr.

Acacia perks up her tail wagging and eyes darkening to a warmer gold.

“I’m all yours big boy,” she adds.

I feel his body slow to a stop sinking to the ground and I slide off of Isaiah’s large wolf leaning against him until I regain my balance. The warmth of his body moves away and my hands drop to my sides without his body to hold onto. The sound of bones reshaping is almost missed covered by the sounds of the falls and I have to focus to keep my mate in my earshot.

Isaiah’s voice floats into my mind “You can open your eyes now.”

Slowly I open my eyes. Instantly they land on the on his toned abs and i can’t help but linger on the defined “v.” Raking my eyes up his sexy as sin body I meet his lustful gaze.

“I’m trying to take you on a date before I ravage you again but, if you don’t stop looking at me like that I might have to change my plan.”

I love the effect I have on him and all I want to do is show him how much he affects me.

“Looking at you like what,” I say stepping closer until I close the distance between us.

“Like you want to eat me,” he answers in a low husky voice.

“Oh, but I do,” I reply l*****g my way up his neck to his earlobe and taking a bite.

A deep groan leaves Isaiah and I pull away peering into his blackening eyes.

Within seconds I'm back in his arms his lips locked onto mine and my legs wrap around his waist. He carries me a few feet away and stops gently placing me on my feet before adjusting my skirt. His hands land on my hips turning me so my back is facing him and I finally see it.

Laid out on the ground between the canopy of the luscious green trees is a picnic. The white blanket with green and yellow floral prints meshes beautifully with the scenery and on top of it is the wicker basket from the pack's pantry. Seeing it reminds me of all the picnics my parents took me on as a child and my heart swells.

The mountain sets beyond the trees flowing down until the waterfall that dives over its rocky ledge escapes from between the treeline and plunges into the deep blue lake below. He chose the perfect spot to set up our picnic because we can see the entire lake and everything laying beyond it.

“You—you did all this for me?” I ask turning to face him again.

“I did and I will do anything for you,” Isaiah promises brushing a single tear from my cheek.

“This is amazing thank you,” I wrap my arms around him leaning on my tippy toes to plant a chaste kiss on his plump lips.

“You’re very welcome.”

We move to the picnic basket, sit down on the soft blanket and he opens the top. Isaiah starts pulling out a bunch of containers and a bottle of champagne along with some flutes. He opens the dishes revealing a fresh pasta salad with a medley of colorful tomatoes, a fruit salad with strawberries, cantaloupe, blueberries, honeydew, and grapes, and a slice of double chocolate cake. He's managed to bring all of my favorites.

“How did you know to grab all of this?”

“I had help to make it perfect,” he winks.

“Uh-huh, I see that.”

“Come on take a bite I can see your mouth watering from here,” he teases holding a forkful of pasta salad to my lips.

I eagerly open my mouth and pull the fork between my lips. The flavors hit my tongue and a moan escapes causing his eyes to flash black.

“Little mate,” Ishmael growls.

“Let me out to play with mate,” Acacia begs whimpering like a pup.

I allow her to push forward and I take the backseat in our mind giving her some time with her mate.