A Fang in the Sass

10

Alain brought the truck around and they quickly loaded, him in the back with his mate.

“Where am I going?”

“Siri, I need directions to Central Wolfe pack,” Roen said into his phone.

He groaned. A phone couldn’t give directions. “Take the next left to Interstate 20 West.” Well, f**k him.

They rode in silence while Siri guided them to their destination. He looked down at the beautiful face on his lap. He had every man’s dream: a gorgeous woman with her face between his legs. His c**k stirred. Not yet, boy. She had to be conscious, at least.

His heart felt torn. His life’s mission rammed heads with his luscious mate. How did one change eighty years of hate into love? Ha, have Siri answer that! Damn phone. He sighed and stared out the window.

Alain glanced in the rearview mirror. “She’s your mate, isn’t she?”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “She is.”

“How can that be? You’re a wolf, she’s a vamp. That doesn’t happen, does it?” Alain asked.

“Apparently, it does.”

“What are you going to do? She’s the last Valderi, right?”

He nodded.

Roen lifted his head from his toy. “Wanna know what I think?”

He smirked. “Let me think about it.” Roen called him a shithead and threw a wrapper from their breakfast tacos at him. “Lay it on us, Roen.”

Roen sat straighter in his seat as if that would make him look smarter. For f**k’s sake, they’d been together for a century; he knew how the man thought.

“I think this was planned by the powers who be. Both of you are the last of a feud started too long ago. Not to mention the end of your family trees. I see this as the time to heal each other through combining your souls like mates are supposed to do.”

Well, butter his ass and call him a biscuit. He thought he knew how the man thought. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting something like that. Maybe the phone had taken control of his brain.

“Wow, Roe,” Trevan said, “never saw that coming from your mouth.”

“Yeah,” Alain grinned. “It almost sounded romantic and mushy.”

Roen grunted. “Whatever. Just don’t tell anyone I said it. I have a reputation to keep up.” The men laughed.

“What reputation would that be, Roen?” Alain asked. “The biggest schmuck on the planet?”

Roen flipped him off. “It’s nice to know you think so highly of me, my friends.”

“You know we’re just giving you s**t because you’re the first one chicks flock to,” Alain admitted.

“That’s because I look mature and studly. The one in the backseat still looks like a kid compared to us,” Roen said.

Alain looked into the rearview mirror again. “Yeah, why is that, man? You still look under thirty. We’re mid-thirties.”

He yanked his collar forward and smirked. “I got good genes.”

“f**k me,” Alain said. “Your jeans come from the boy’s section at Walmart.”

“Better than the old man’s department,” Trevan shot back.

Roen laughed. “It’s getting deep in here. Need my waders to get through all the s**t being flung.”

Trevan threw the balled up taco wrapper at him with a smile. “Shut it. Go back to your damn phone. It was peaceful before you started yappin’.”

“Me?” Roen feigned surprise, slapping his hand on his chest. “I recall the other chump in the truck asking what you were going to do about the lady with her head in your lap.”

Trevan growled at Roen, his wolf just under skin.

Roen turned forward in his seat, hands up in surrender. “Don’t whine at me. I’m just sayin’.”

One thing was certain, even if he couldn’t have her, no one else would.

Aria dreamed Trevan was in her bed, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. His c**k was thick and f*****g hard; it felt so good gliding up and down her inner walls.

She hadn’t had s*x for a long time. She didn’t need it, but more importantly, no one ever appealed to her. She’d had an occasional tryst or two in her time on this earth. But either her companions sucked (actually, didn’t suck was more like it) or she was broken. The big O never even crept into the picture with them. For her, s*x was a messy, I’d rather not, thing.

But dear Trevan was the exact opposite of her previous lovers. f**k, she’d never get out of bed with him in it. She knew he’d be awesome under the sheets.

So while they’re going at it like rabbits in the dream, her bedroom door opens and in walks Emma Wolfe in a little black and white French maid’s costume. She has a duster in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and her katana strapped to her back. Aria remembered whipping it through the air to un-attach Anton’s head from his body.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Emma said. “I’m just waiting for your kids to pop out.”

Trevan was still pounding away, oblivious to Emma’s presence. Aria was about to tell Emma to leave when a furry, wagging-tail rear end backs from under the covers. Was that her child? A baby wolf? His little legs and tail were so cute. The pup pulled free of the covers and flipped around to see her.

Instead of adorable puppy eyes and lolling tongue, it had an angry vampire face scrunched in a hiss, fangs hanging low. It lunged for her eyes.

Aria sat bolt upright in a bed, breathing heavily. The dream faded quickly. Her name was called from a distance in the house she was in. She looked around the room. It was a pleasant guestroom with warm colors and very inviting. Simple and comfortable.