Once Mated Twice Shy(16)

“You know, to tend to your needs.” She stood too close and tried to cup his crotch through the robe he was wearing.

“No, Aimee, I told you that I wasn’t interested in you or any offer that you made.” He stepped back but she advanced on her prey. Jordan growled and stood strong. If it was needed he would make her submit and he would take her down. He preferred to lead his pack with mutual respect instead of dominance and brutality but if it were needed, he would dole it out.

“You’re going to give in one of these days Jordan.” Lettie came from behind Jordan and wrapped both of her hands around Aimee’s throat pushing her against the wall beside the door. Lettie snarled fiercely.

“Stay away from my mate bitch. I am sick and tired of scenting you on him. Stop rubbing your raggedy ass all over him and don’t come back here unless it is pack business or life and death. Do you understand?” Aimee shoved Lettie back.

“He isn’t yours anymore. He’s got no mark and neither do you.” Aimee’s pale cheeks reddened and she trembled but she held her ground. “He’s fair game. You have no claim on him Colette so why don’t you back off and let a real woman take care of him. You don’t deserve him or appreciate him. I can take good care of him. I won’t starve him of sex for years at a time. I’ll fuck him so often he won’t have time think about anything else.” Aimee took a swing at Colette who danced out of the way of the punch. Colette, who was never aggressive a day in her life unless she was dealing with Jordan, pulled her fist back and launched it at Aimee’s face. She landed the punch crunching Aimee’s nose. Blood went everywhere. Jordan pulled them apart once he got over the word mate. He suddenly remembered that he was the alpha and part of his job was to settle disputes among pack members. He’d just been so awed by Lettie fighting for him and calling him her mate. She’d never fought for him before and he was, well…so thrilled. “You can’t possibly want this heifer Jordan. You know that you want me!” Aimee cried, drawing his attention back to them.

“Aimee, I told you that I have never wanted you.” Jordan tried to stay between them but also tried to keep his distance from the aggressive she-wolf.

“You wanted me the night we got drunk on that shine Jordan. You were very specific. You said that you were going to fuck me six ways to Sunday, you called me darlin’ and you told me that you loved me. You said we were always perfect for each other.” He remembered that night was mostly a blur. He’d gotten drunk and he’d done so on purpose. Jordan was in a bad place then. He’d left Lettie a few days before and Frank had come across some moonshine. It was really the only drink strong enough to get a wolf drunk. Their metabolisms and healing abilities were so quick that anything else was like punch.

“Aimee I was so drunk that I thought you were Lettie.” He growled.

“No, you knew who I was!” She screeched. Blood still poured down her face and she was getting desperate. This she-wolf would not give up easily. She’d had her sites on Jordan for years, even when he’d been marked; she flirted and tried to tempt him.

“I’ve only called one woman darlin’ in my life and that’s my mate.” Jordan smiled down at Lettie.

“You wanted to have sex with me Jordan.” Her voice was calm and even now. It was so calm that it was frightening. “You were sweet when you undressed me. You made me feel so special. You told me that you wanted to make love with me.” Aimee smirked at Lettie who growled her response.

“I didn’t though, did I? I couldn’t get it up for you. Only she has that effect on me Aimee, only Lettie. He kept Lettie behind him but she wanted to rip Aimee’s throat out. Lettie was growling aggressively.

“You aren’t wearing her mark anymore Jordan, you have to entertain all offers. Those are the rules.” Lettie jumped up on Jordan’s back and pulled his robe out of the way then sank her teeth into the mating muscle. Jordan stumbled but caught himself on an end table.

“Now he’s wearing my mark so get the hell out of this house.” Lettie screamed at her and hopped off of Jordan. She stalked toward Aimee like a predator, her eyes flashed; her teeth and her hands were beginning to morph. Aimee turned and ran outside. She hurried down the porch steps and down the gravel road. Lettie slammed and locked the front door then calmly turned around to head toward the bathroom.

“Hey, what the hell just happened? Jordan called after her following her.

“She wasn’t going to leave until there was no chance of her having you so I took her chance away.” Lettie threw her tee shirt over her head and kept walking down the hall nude. Jordan followed watching her pretty backside sway. He kept his hand over the bite to ease the ache. He smiled. She’d claimed him. It wasn’t under ideal circumstances and it hurt like a mother but she’d left her mark on him. She was his mate again. She knew what that bite meant. Lettie wouldn’t turn around. She wasn’t ready to let him see how pleased she was that she’d claimed him again. That would teach him to call another woman darlin.’ She reached into the shower and turned the water on then stepped in.