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Den of Sorrows (The Grey Wolves #9)(5)

By:Sara Grey

Sally groaned. “Ugh you pregnant people are so unexciting.”
“Hey!” Jacque snapped. “I can either be unexciting or bitchy. Which do you really want?”
“Fine, take your nap. I’m going to go see Rachel. She’ll want to hear about the new healers. And then I’m going to find my mate and see if I can figure out what’s going on.”
“Come back and wake me up in an hour, kay?” Jacque yawned as she laid back on the couch.
Sally turned back to look at her friend as she pulled the door open. “You do remember that this is my room, right? The one I share with my mate?”
Jacque waved her off. “Yes, but you’re not as freaky as Jen so I don’t have to worry about waking up to something that could scar my brain for life.”
“Truth,” Sally agreed as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Just as she was turning to go down the hall, she walked into a familiar chest.
“I was just coming to see you,” Costin said as he looked down at her. “And I was hoping you’d still be in our room.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Sally held up her hand. “Sorry, barkeep, but you’ve been blocked.” She made a motion of her shoulder. “Prego is in there asleep on our couch.”
Costin frowned. “Doesn’t she have her own couch?”
“Yes, but apparently it was too far to walk.”
“I can hear you, ya know?” Jacque hollered.
“I always forget she has the whole wolf thing going on,” Sally told him.
“So we can’t go in our room?”
The pitiful look on his face had her laughing.
“When I said I can hear you, what I meant was go away you annoying supernatural beings because I’m trying to take a nap,” Jacque called out again.
“Wow, she’s grumpy,” Costin said with a grin.
“Why does that make you smile?”
“Because that means Fane is having to put up with her.”
They heard a loud thump against the door. “Yep, poor Fane,” Sally said as she took Costin’s hand. “You can go with me to talk to Rachel about the new healers. And on the way you can share with me why you and the other guys are blocking the bond from us.” Her voice was sweet but the look in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t as cool about the situation as she sounded.“I’m guessing that’s not code for having a make out session in the potions’ room and then pillow talk afterwards?”
She grinned at him. “No, my love, it’s not and why do you insist on calling it a potions’ room?”
“Sounds better than gypsy healer lab. But we could call it the luuuve potion room.” He winked at her.
Sally laughed. “Is that all you think about,” she asked as she tugged him after her.
“Yes,” he answered immediately and then amended. “Well, that and food.”
Chapter 3
“Secrets suck. The only good thing about a secret is that when Decebel is keeping one, and he knows that I know he’s keeping one, I have leverage. Leverage is good, especially when you’re mated to a bossy, domineering, possessive, though undeniably sexy, werewolf. Yes, leverage is very important when mated to one of these fur balls.” ~Jen
“I want you to build a doghouse,” Jen said as she lay sprawled across her mate’s bare chest.
“We don’t have a dog,” Decebel pointed out.
“But Thia will need a dog at some point. It would be good for a puppy to grow up with her, and then she’d have a buddy and protector.”
“I will protect her.”
Jen huffed. “What about when you’re out doing Alpha stuff? Who’s going to protect her then?”
“I’ll assign her a guard.”
“And what happens when, as she grows up, this guard and she fall in love because they spent so much time together?” Jen bit her lip to keep from laughing as she felt Decebel’s irritation grow. He always got growly anytime Jen brought up Thia and boys.
“Fine, I’ll build the doghouse.”
“Tomorrow.”
He growled at her. “Why tomorrow? We don’t have the dog yet.”
“It’s good to be prepared,” she pointed out. Decebel began to mutter under his breath in Romanian. Jen couldn’t help it that she found it incredibly sexy when he spoke his native tongue. She trailed a finger up his stomach and across his chest. “Are you grumbling at me in Romanian? You know what that does to me.”
He grabbed her hand to keep if from wandering further. “You’re purposely aggravating me.”
She shrugged, not denying it. “You’re keeping a secret. You know I don’t like it when you keep things from me. Therefore, you have to build a doghouse for a dog we don’t have.”
“Jennifer,” he growled. “You accused me of thinking about other women. As if I would need to think about other women when I have you in my bed.” 
“Flattery will only get you one place, but that’s not happening until you explain to me what it is that you are keeping from me.”
Decebel growled.
“NO.” She sat up folding her arms across her chest. “You don’t get to growl at me. You blocked me from your mind tonight and then when I asked you why, you gave me some bull crap about Vasile ordering you not to tell. You’re a freaking Alpha of your own pack. You don’t take orders from Vasile.”
“Everyone takes orders from Vasile,” he pointed out calmly. “I am powerful. I might even give Vasile a run for his money, but I would never challenge him. I respect him. He asked us not to discuss what was said in the meeting tonight and I will honor that.”
“Then you can build two doghouses. I’ve decided Thia’s dog should have a friend for when Thia can’t play.”
Decebel groaned and threw his head back against the pillow. “You’re pushing me, female.”
“Then I suggest you don’t stand on the edge of a cliff because, right now, I’d gladly push you off!” Jen’s eyes were glowing and her wolf was itching for a fight. She didn’t like it when their mate kept things from them. They were supposed to be a team.
He moved before she knew what he was doing and had her pinned to the bed. “Maybe I just need to tire you out so you can’t be angry and you can’t order me around.” He trailed his nose up her collar bone and neck until his lips were pressed against his bite mark on her neck. He nipped her flesh and she shuttered.
“I’m not interested.” She turned her face away from him and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning when she felt his hand trail up the outside of her thigh until it rested on her hip.
“Your words may say so, but your body is telling me something different, Jennifer.” His words were practically a purr. “Do you want to know what your body is telling me?”
“I want you to shut up and go build me those doghouses.”
He chuckled. “Ugh, even that was hot.”
“I think you want to know. I think you want to know that when I touch you here.” —he ran his hand across her stomach— “your skin erupts in little bumps. When I kiss you here” —Decebel pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat— “your breath catches. When I press you firmer into our bed, like this” —he lowered his larger frame over hers, pressing her into the mattress beneath them— “your heartbeat increases and your skin flushes a beautiful shade of red.”
Jen threw up a wall in her mind, not wanting him to see what he was really doing to her. Yes, her body was responding in all of those ways, and more, because Decebel got to her on a level that was beyond physical. He was able to reach inside of her and touch a part of her no one else could. Okay, so that nearly made her laugh out loud because, wow, that sounded bad.
“What are you hiding from me, baby?” he asked her as he continued his assault on her senses. His hands continued to roam and his lips found every tender piece of flesh available. “Are you trying to keep me from feeling what I make you feel?”
The smugness in his voice almost gave her the strength to push him away. Almost, but not quite, and as she always said, almost only counted with hand grenades and bad hair days. Okay, so maybe she didn’t really say that, but she’d probably read it somewhere and totally agreed with it. Her breath suddenly rushed out of her body as her mind was brought back to the present. Decebel had her full attention, but it would be completely unlady-like to say why.
“I’m not finished,” he growled.
Well neither am I, she thought to herself with a laugh that she didn’t let out. He must have picked up on the fact that her mind had been wandering. Dec just didn’t understand how she could possibly think of anything except him when they were being intimate. Jen just told him it was a chick thing. His response was usually something along the lines of, chick things are unimportant when my hands are on your body. That usually made her hush and pay attention.“Are you still not interested?” he asked her as he looked into her eyes, his wolf glowing back at her. Jen felt her own wolf respond and when her she-wolf joined the party, her other senses suddenly joined as well. Decebel’s scent hit her like a freight train. His pheromones danced around her, coaxing her to respond. Had she been in her wolf form, she would totally have been rubbing up against him shamelessly. “Hussy,” she huffed at her wolf. Mate, mine, her wolf growled back.