Chapter 22
Delilah
“She’s a Luna, Quil. You know she won’t listen to demands from any of us if you’re rude about it,” Coal says as he walks into the clearing, followed closely by my mother. The sight of the frail woman distracts me from my standoff and makes me shift immediately, rushing over to her.
“Mom, what are you doing out here?” I ask, feeling nervous, and searching her for injuries, wondering what she’s doing out here.
“Come on, we need to move. You can talk on the way. Here,” Quil says, handing me a pile of clothes, as Matteo and Dean step up behind me, now shifted once more. “Here.” Quil hands them clothes as well, and after I dress in the loose pink dress Coal brought for me, I turn back to Coal and my mother.
“We need to hurry. I’m going to carry your mo-”
“No, I’ll carry her,” I insist, cutting Coal’s words off. My mother was easy enough to lift before I found out I had the ability to shift; now, it should be like carrying a feather. “I need to talk to her,” I say when my mother interjects.
“I will walk. Thank you all very much. I have a lot I need to say, but I won’t be saying it whilst being carted around like a child.”
“We need to hurry. We don’t have time to waste going slow-” Quil snaps at my mother, but I step between them and shove the large Wolf away, growling at him.
The instinct to put him in his place is taking over, and I realize my Wolf has some control over my Human form now.
Images of him on his knees for me, begging me to let him taste me, flash through my mind like a movie.
Apparently, we have different ideas of what it means to put him in his place…
“You will not use your superior size or power to intimidate my mother, or I’ll be the one you have to deal with,” I snarl, as Quil attempts to face off against me. He stares me dead in the eyes, and I can feel the power of my Luna as she rises to the surface, demanding submission.
“Woah. That’s fucking hot,” Matteo whispers, defusing the situation in an instant as I attempt not to giggle.
“I’m trying to be serious here,” I tell him, and he shrugs.
“He’s probably just mad about the raging boner in his pants,” Dean comments, and I look over at him, pointing to the matching one he’s also sporting. Dean just smirks. “You didn’t suck my dick, leaving me with nowhere for my knot-”
“Stop!” I interrupt, my cheeks flaming red, turning back to my mother, who is thankfully unbothered.
“We really do need to move quickly, flower,” Coal says, and I nod.
“Let's go, then,” I motion for him to lead the way. Coal grabs Quil and drags him away, making me roll my eyes.
Once we’re done with whatever this is, Coal has some explaining to do. Quil too. Why the fuck did he bite me, and how did he know it wasn’t going to kill me?
“Why did Coal’s mate mark give me the ability to shift?
” I ask, as Dean, Matteo, my mother, and I follow the other two Wolves deeper into the forest. I inhale deeply, enjoying the natural scents around me, when I realize I’ve caught the scent of something else as well.
“Woah. You all are seriously horny…” I mutter and then cringe when four sets of eyes swing back to stare at me.
“My bad…” Perhaps it’s rude to point out their obvious arousal? They did that shit to me all the time.
“No. Not rude. Our scents are meant to draw you in, whereas your scent is more of an… uh…” Matteo pauses, searching for the right words.
“Your scent is meant to alert males you’re available to fuck, so if you could stop projecting how badly you want a cock- oof.
” Quil’s words are cut off by Coal elbowing his best friend in the ribs.
I can’t help the giggle that slips free this time.
Watching Quil come unraveled is actually pretty fun.
“You need to work on your delivery man; you sound like a fucking barbarian,” Coal scolds him, making me snort. Coal scolding someone for their bad behavior? Priceless. I think the irony of that is lost on him.
“I can’t help it. She smells like honeysuckle, and I already know what she tastes like.
It’s driving me fucking insane!” Quil’s attempt to whisper fails and my eyebrows shoot up, but if my mother heard his words, she’s playing dumb.
“My Wolf wants to fuck his mate, and I’m barely holding it together as it is.
” I bite my lip, smiling at the fact that I’m driving him a little crazy.
Good. Let him suffer. Although, from the looks of their erections, they’re all suffering.
The thought that they’re all hard for me is pretty empowering.
“Anyway,” my mother says, clearing her throat, “to answer your question, I don’t know.
” She says it confidently, but I get the sense she’s hiding something, and it draws my attention away from the scents of the men before me.
Each one is distinct and different from the other, all very much alluring.
All very distracting, but this is important.
“We should have more answers soon,” Coal says over his shoulder, and I nod.
My mother is determined to keep up, but panting like she’s about to pass out, so I decide not to bother her until we get to wherever these men are leading us.
I remember how hard it is to hold a conversation while you are panting for air.
“Where are we going?” I decide to ask, realizing I was all too willing to follow them with no questions asked.
“We’re your mates, Delilah. You’re safe with all of us. Even those two idiots,” Dean tells me through the bond, and I smile, as the urge to jump on him surges through me, and all four men groan.
“Sorry,” I whisper sheepishly. I’m actually not trying to torment them with my scent, but it is a little amusing.
“It will be easier to explain once we get there, which will be in just a moment,” Coal answers, and I just shrug, catching a new scent.
“Wolves?” I ask, and Dean slows, so he can walk beside me.
“Rogues…”
“Rogues?!” I snap. Just as we step into a clearing, they come into view. Most of them appear to be lounging around in their shifted forms.