Brandon glared at Mac, and he wanted to know which brother. He had two older brother and two little sisters. Owen was five years older than Mac. He was a nice guy, and he seemed to be the go-between with Mac and the oldest brother, Carter, who was almost ten years older than Mac’s eighteen. Carter was brutal. He was next in line to lead the wolf pack, and he was lethal. Where no one crossed the Prides because of their power, money, and influence no one crossed the Fierces because of their strength and determination. The Fierces’ section bordered theirs. They were good at keeping the bad creatures under control. “Whose mate is she?”
“Whose would you like me to say?”
Brandon didn’t like the game Mac was playing. “You know as well as I do she will not accept Carter. Britney is too independent. She doesn’t want to be a leader’s mate. Carter is too old for her anyway.”
Mac didn’t say anything but raised his eyebrow.
“What? There aren’t ten years between Jezebel and me. There are only eight.”
“There are ten between Sasha and Savron, and I know in late January you turn twenty-seven. Look, we don’t have time to discuss this now. The girls have ordered food, and it looks like Britney ordered for us. All you need to know is that Britney doesn’t know. He’s not going to see her again until she’s eighteen. He promised me he would woo her and restrain his wolf.”
Brandon sighed because he knew Mac was right. Right now wasn’t the time to talk about it, and he couldn’t really say much with how he was acting with his own mate. “Let’s go to the girls. I’ll talk about this later.”
They walked to the girls in silence. Brandon knew he would be talking to his dad and brothers tonight.
****
Britney could shop. Jess didn’t think her feet had ever hurt more than they did now. And if she didn’t try on another item of clothing for the rest of her life Jess would be happy.
She moaned as Brandon parked the car in the garage of his house. He opened his side and got out. Jess didn’t want to move. She couldn’t stand on her feet. Damned late night trading hours, thanks to Christmas. They had stayed until the mall closed. Jess was surprised that neither Brandon nor Mac complained. They followed them around happily.
They did become odd as they left. Britney did, too. She became alert, and as they walked to Brandon’s car they kept looking around them. Britney’s eyes turned golden, and Mac’s turned an amazing bright blue.
Once she was in the car they talked on their mobiles, and Brandon seemed to stall for as long as he could before he got in the car and very slowly drove away.
Her car door opened, and Brandon undid her seat belt and picked her up and carried her through the open door and shut it with his foot.
“Thanks. My feet are so sore. Your sister sure can shop. She is just full of energy.”
“Mmm.” He walked her straight to his bedroom and gently placed her before the bed where he proceeded to undo her uniform. “I have been waiting hours to do this to you. You don’t know how many times I almost took you in a changing room.”
Jess blushed, because she knew he’d come in to her a couple of times, and every other time she’d fantasized about him doing it. She’d messaged her parents about a half an hour ago and told them she would be home late.
Her jacket and shirt fell to the ground along with her skirt. He yanked her stockings off, and she moaned as she heard the tear.
“Mine. My mate.” Brandon flung his own clothes off until they both stood naked before each other. He gathered her to him, and his mouth took hers devouring her.
She went willingly, eager for what she knew Brandon could give her. Jess ran her hands up and down his muscular chest, enjoying the feel of the hard lines and curves.
Brandon surprised her when he tore his mouth from hers, placed her on the bed, sat beside her, and put her feet onto his lap.
“First, let’s make you feel better.”
She grinned at him. “I was feeling better.”
He growled but stayed where he was. Brandon’s fingers rubbed her feet massaging the sore soles. Her head fell back as pleasure ran through her body at his magic touch. Brandon was spoiling her. No one had ever massaged her feet. He didn’t rush the job either, so he could get his own satisfaction. He took her time making each of her feet feel like they were in heaven.
The heat from this touch alone was bringing her body alive. The fact that he was doing this to make her feel better and wasn’t rushing it turned her on even more.
“Mmm, this feels so good. Thank you. Would you like me to do you next?”
“No. My feet aren’t sore. But other body parts of me are.”