Sacred Bond: A Human Mate for Beta

Chapter Ten

JOE

Everly and I were at our two drink limit; I made a note for myself before she arrived. Our conversations were so easy and flirtatious. She was smart and sassy. She kept me on my toes and peeled back my layers of protective wolf walls. She told me all about becoming a flight attendant. The adventure in her voice and the far away look in her eyes when she talked about the places she traveled were intoxicating.

I thought about what it would be like to be on a beach with her bikini-clad body and wet blonde hair. f**k.

Her phone vibrated on the table, distracting me from my mental distraction. She glances at it.

“You wouldn’t by chance want to come to the bars with my friends and I?” She asks.

I knew tonight would not be the night to tell her about a supernatural world. This was about courting her. Like a human. Most wolves would have already mated by now probably because it was all understood among them. Although some humans may be into that, too, I wasn’t getting that vibe from her. She would like to wait even if she physically couldn’t fight the mate bond. Everly seemed strong. And empowered, but she was being cautious. From her stories of traveling and adventure, that was not a common theme, caution.

“Sure. I’ll drive if you’re comfortable with that?”

“Oh, you have a car here?” She asks.

“This is like an extended stay type of…lodge.” I say, a bit awkwardly. I run my hand through my hair as I leave money on the table for our drinks. I offer her my arm. I lead her through the atrium. I could hear a few whispers from my fellow wolves. They were excited to lay eyes on the Beta’s new mate. Everly was looking around. “This place is gorgeous! I wouldn’t mind an extended stay here.” She said, casually. I turned her toward the back stairs that lead to the garage. It was darker here and out of sight of the atrium. Suddenly, she grabs my arm and pushes my back to the wall. I feel my senses mix with heightened alarm for a second from the shock of it but then she puts her high-booted leg between mine. Her hand runs over my chest and she nuzzles my nose with hers, talking really close to my mouth, “I hope you’re a good dancer, because I like this position. You know, to slow dance.”

“Oh, I definitely am now.” I say in an aroused growl. My wolf instincts are fighting to break through. I breath heavily. I grab her hand and spin her once to push her against the wall. I put one leg between her legs and lift her arm above her head, holding it against the wall with my hand. She’s breathing heavy and her hips wiggle a bit. She’s turned on. Me too, Sexy, I think to myself. She turns her mouth up towards mine. I break away before I imagine what would be the most intense make out session breaks out.

“C’mon, my truck is this way.” I slide my hand down her arm to hold her hand and open the door to the parking garage. She followed, feeling completely sexually frustrated. I feel her frustration mix with mine and I don’t know how I’m going to get through one more second without taking her. Mmm, her against my truck would be just right. I think, as I adjust my jeans again. Her arm goes to her chest as she gets hit with my aroused feelings. She looks bewildered as she tries to process what she thinks is happening. “I’ve never…felt like this before. About someone.” She says, quietly. She stops me by pulling on my hand with both of hers so I turn back to her. I step closer to her, “I know what you mean,” is all I can say to reassure her without spooking her, as I gently rub her chin.

She blushes. This is the first time I’ve seen her do it. She doesn’t have words. It’s cute, and just right for this moment.

I click my key fab at the truck and the lights blink as it unlocks. I open the door for her. She braces a hand on the seat and I offer my hand to help her into my lifted, black Toyota. She gets in with ease, but I can tell she’s trying to be polite and not flash the world. I laugh, “You’re a pro.” She giggles, “I know how to get around in a skirt.” As I was about to shut the door she says, “and out of one.”

I shut the door. Damn. I thought I could handle whoever was my mate. But this is some next level sexy flirtation. She is not like any werewoman I’ve ever met. My title sometimes makes them act submissive or quieter out of respect. I never ask them to if it’s ever been just us around, but this chick is making me feel like the luckiest guy around. She could and will put me in my place. I take a deep breath and open the door to get in the truck.

We made some pleasant small talk on the drive in to town. She asked about my parents and where they were. I told her about them moving to Arizona in retirement from the pack. Which is true but I left out them still coming back for our annual traditions. My dad was Beta for Andrew’s dad when he was Alpha. Unfortunately, Andrew’s dad died four years ago in the Big Battle. Which is how Andrew came to be Alpha. His mother, not being able to stand the loss of her Alpha mate passed very quickly after. My father was there for Andrew and he trained me up as well. After about six months in to Andrew’s alpha reign, they discussed me stepping in as his Beta. My dad lost his best friend and he wanted some distance from the pack to mourn and hopefully carry on. He is still a part of the pack, but lives outside of it. My parents would love Everly.

I found out her mom is also a flight attendant and based on the east coast. No father figure in the picture as long as she could remember she said. We talked this way while she held one of my hands in both of hers on her lap. Her thumb idly rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

I found myself finding it easy to listen to her talk. My mind didn’t wander to anything, but my lust for her growing with ever confident sentence that came out of her mouth. I was excited to show her off at the bar. I know a lot of my pack members populate them often. I would remain cautious though, aware of my ranking. It makes Everly an easy target to get to me. And I would kill for her and her safety.