Bound to Be Mated(23)

She held on as he pushed his hips up to meet every thrust. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub. Charlotte didn’t care. She wanted this man more than wanted anything in her whole life.

“Please, please,” she begged until he threw her over the edge of bliss and caught her up in his arms.

His cock jerked inside her body, and the hot wash of semen pulsed inside her. She moaned, and this time she collapsed against him. Sleep began to claim her, and Micah helped her out of the tub. He dressed her and took her to bed.





Chapter Twelve




Charlotte woke to hear the birds chirping. She rolled over away from the glowing sunshine and glanced at the clock. Not only was it another day but also nine in the morning. Squeaking, she rushed to the bathroom to take care of her morning business. Next she changed into a yellow cotton summertime dress. She put on her bra and panties first and then slipped into the dress. She put on some slip-on sandals, brushed her hair, and made her way downstairs to the breakfast table.

Easily thirty men were spread out on a large table with twenty women. The table was one big place of activity. Cade, Jordan, and Micah sat at the head of the table, and they all stopped talking and eating when they noticed her.

“Good morning,” she croaked.

“Good morning. Many of you already know my mate, Charlotte. Come and enjoy some breakfast.”

Charlotte smiled at several people as she passed. She was shocked when a few people threw her a disgusted look and then went back to eating their mush in a bowl.#p#分页标题#e#

“What’s everyone eating?” she asked as she took a seat next to Micah. Her hands stayed firmly in her lap. She didn’t want to show anyone how much she was shaking.

“Cereal,” someone grumpily replied. Charlotte glanced along the table to see the unhappy faces. A thought popped into her mind. “Who wants pancakes?”

All their faces turned to her, causing her to turn bright red in the face.

“You know how to cook?” one of the men asked.

“Doesn’t anyone else cook around here?” She stared at some of the women, who continued to glare at her.

“Yeah, right,” one of the men said. “They can’t make fucking toast, let alone anything else.”

“Can you cook?”

“Yes. I think I do it pretty well. Do you want me to make you all up some pancakes?”

Murmurs of agreement went round the table.

Charlotte shot up out of her chair but was stopped when Micah caught her wrist. “You don’t have to cook for them.”

Moans and groans erupted around the room.

“No problem. I want to do it. I’m more suited to the kitchen anyway.” She pulled on her wrist. He refused to let go, and only when he laid a kiss to the pulse on the inside of her wrist did he let go.

She didn’t run. She speed-walked the short distance to the kitchen. Charging through the door she saw a woman leaning against the cupboards. She looked like she was clearing away tears. The woman jolted up.

“I’m sorry. Do you need anything?” the woman asked, wiping her nose.

“Hi, I’m Charlotte.” She pressed her hand out in greeting. She saw it shaking and brought it back behind her.

“Oh, shit, you’re my new queen. I’m sorry. What can I get you?” the woman began to babble.

“Well, I’ve come to make the men pancakes. Do you want to help? Could you tell me your name?”

“Of course. I’m Titania. Yes, I’ll help. I’m not a great cook. I’ll help however I can.” Charlotte shook hands with the other woman. Titania had a weaker grip than Charlotte.

She liked the other woman on sight. There was something about her that drew Charlotte to her. She didn’t know what it was, but she followed her gut instinct.

“First, I need to know where the flour and sugar are.”

Titania showed her where everything was, and the two women started talking.

“How many people are usually here?” Charlotte asked as she went looking for the largest mixing bowl she could find.

“Depends. Sometimes twenty or less. Most are here at the moment to meet you for the first time.” Titania took another mixing bowl and began following the instructions Charlotte gave.

“It looks like we’re going to need to make trips out.” She began to heat the frying pans on the stove top and dolloped out spoonfuls of the pancake batter. Titania waited on the other side while she flipped each pancake, and once they were done on both sides, she piled them on the plate for Titania to take into the dining room.

For the next hour, Charlotte and her new friend made batches of pancakes. They chatted in between cooking, talking about their likes and dislikes.