Caged Heat(27)

Chapter Six





After an incredible, admittedly long, shower they went back to his bedroom. Sam still felt ready to have another round of the sexy werewolf. She didn’t know why, but thinking of him all wild and untamed lit a slow fire in her blood. It pushed her to get him in her body again. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she was turning into some kind of cat in heat. Her sole focus had become Riel and getting him to stroke her insides with his cock. She shuddered, remembering how good he felt driving in and out of her.

Had it not been so damn pleasurable she’d be worried. Her pussy clenched at the thought of having him again, filling her with his seed and marking her. Wait, what? Since when did she care about markings?

A fuzzy feeling entered her heart. He’d been taking care of her and had been so concerned she couldn’t help but wonder if something long-term could grow between them. Great sex was one thing, but that wasn’t her priority in life anymore. She wanted a man to love her and want her whether she was young and perky or old and fat…and finding a man like that was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Riel had been so caring and thoughtful in the past three days she didn’t know what to think. Her brain told her it was too soon to have feelings, but her heart screamed at her to grab him and never let go. What the hell was she supposed to do?

She dressed in the previous day’s clothes. Riel picked up his cell phone. He frowned as he listened to his messages. The heat in his eyes was enough to have her pussy dripping again. She was in deep shit. All the man had to do was look at her and she was panting and ready to get on all fours.

He pressed a button and moved the phone to his ear. “Sophia, you called me? Now? Yes. No, we’ll come to you.” He threw the cell phone on the bed. “We need to go see Sophia. She wants to talk to you about your blood.”

Was she sick? Did something come up she didn’t know about? She looked into Riel’s eyes and knew that no matter what Sophia said, everything would work itself out.

When they arrived at Sophia and Chase’s house, Sam was greeted by a really tall man holding Selena. The Alpha, Chase Blackburn. He was a few inches taller than Ry and much more muscular, yet the only impression she got was of a concerned husband. He was fawning over the petite brunette she’d come to see, Sophia.

Sophia jiggled Shane in her arms. The little boy lifted his arms to Sam the moment he noticed her.

“My Sam,” Shane’s little voice called.

Sam’s heart melted. “Seriously, can I adopt him off you? I promise to treat him right, overfeed him, and never let him out of my arms. I’m in love with this boy. He’s so precious, and those chubby cheeks just drive me crazy.”

Everyone laughed when Shane attached his mouth to Sam’s cheek and tried to bite her.

Sophia giggled and tickled her son on the side. “Uh-oh Shane. I think uncle Ry might have a problem with anyone else biting on his mate.”

Sam lifted her brows. Ry’s mate? What was she talking about? She turned to Ry. He gave her a look that dared her to say anything against that. Like she knew what the hell that meant.

Chase motioned for Riel to take Shane and turned to Sam. “We’ll take the kids, and you can go into Sophia’s lab and talk.”

Sam let go of Shane with a pout and followed Sophia down a hallway, through a set of secured doors and into a cold lab.

“Wow. I can’t believe you have this in your house.”

Sophia grinned and sat at a desk. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her T-shirt had handprint marks on the front with the names of her kids under each handprint.

“It was either have my own lab at home or Chase was going to have to put up with me working long hours away from home. He prefers for me to do anything that’s not related to my cancer research here. It’s safer for the pack. I tend to go overboard when I work. They’re scared I’ll do something weird and turn everyone into a different animal if I’m not supervised.” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously though, like there’s anything out there that’s cooler than a werewolf? I mean a unicorn would be awesome, but I haven’t run into any of those.” She pouted.

Sam laughed and took the seat across from Sophia’s desk. “So can you tell me what it is about my blood that caught your attention?”

Sophia flicked through papers before stopping and focusing her attention on Sam. “The reason I asked you if you were shifter is because there’s a partial code in your DNA for the shifter chromosome.”

What was she saying? “I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean.”

Sophia smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I tend to forget not everyone speaks geek. OK. Think of it this way: your mom gave you some of her genes, and your dad gave you some of his. They blend together and make up Sam. Normally that means you’ll either be a shifter or a human. However, in your case I’ve found that you have a partial link. Almost as if you were meant to be a shifter but somehow the other legs necessary to make up the full gene were removed.”