The Guardian's Bond(8)

Tommy caught her lower lip between his, sucking, her moan encouraging. He nipped her with his teeth. Holding her to him with her gasp, he claimed her mouth fully. His other hand slid around the small of her back, resting on her hip. His kiss was slow and teasing, groaning when Livi came alive in his arms.

Livi couldn’t get enough of him; the feel of his mouth on hers, the taste of him, and his hands on her. Ripping his shirt out from his pants, she slid her hands up, her nails raking down his back as she met the thrusting of his tongue. By the gods she loved being near him, with him, under him. Her body shuddered as he ground his engorged dick against her pelvis.

Livi moaned from the sensations Tommy was creating within her–well, it was his fault–as she started changing and not to her Lyken self. Shoving back, she stumbled from his embrace as her Fae screamed for release. “I, I have to go.”

Tommy’s arms lowered as she flash-stepped out. “What the hell, Livi?” Groaning with frustration, he kicked a rock on the path, sending it flying into the woods. “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this shit.” Flash-stepping to Roven Manor he headed toward the security wing and his father. “Dad, I need to talk to you.”

“Now?” Galen asked as he looked up from a few papers on his desk.

“Yeah.”

“Then shut the door.”

Tommy lifted one hand to the back of his head as he shut the door with the other. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to tell her, I need to tell Livi the truth.” Shoving the hem of his shirt back into his pants he groaned. “Every time I go near her, my wolf wants out and I know she feels it too.” Lifting his gaze, he met his dad’s. “I have to tell her she’s my mate, Dad. I fear holding off much longer will just send me into a rut on the full moon with her being so close now. I don’t want to take her like that; I don’t want our first mating to be because of a rut.”

“You need to talk to Lord Drake. He’s the only one who can give you permission,” Galen said.

“She’s going to be so pissed,” he sighed.

“Knowing Livi, probably,” Galen smiled. “If you hurry I think you can catch Lord Drake’s secretary to let him know you need a council tomorrow.”

“Right,” Tommy said before heading for the door.

* * * *

Early the next morning, Tommy halted halfway across the foyer when he heard his name and turned to see Livi stomping his way. “What, Livi? I’m not in the mood.”

“Why were you in there talking to my father?”

“Why don’t you go ask him?” he snarled, stepping away.

“I’m asking you, damn it,” she snapped, grabbing his arm.

Tommy whipped around, his canines elongating as his eyes shifted. “Do not,” he growled. When she released him, he strode to the door, his chest heaving with deep breaths to control his shift. Damn it, he didn’t want to snap at her like that, but when she came at him with attitude, he was already pissed and had started the shift. Inhaling deeply he stood on the doorstep of Roven Manor. His canines ascended and eyes shifted back as he breathed in the fresh air. What he needed was a run. He needed to change to his wolf self and go for a run, but his duties came first. Stepping down he headed across the courtyard. Lord Drake had told him he needed to wait until this issue with the Dragon Hunter played out and with good reason. If Tommy took Livi for his mate, he wouldn’t stand for her flirting with someone else, especially being newly mated. The Lyken in him would rear up. Lord Drake promised him that when the information they needed to collect from the Hunter was in their hands, he would sit Livi down and tell her everything. But until then, he suggested Tommy try to stay away from Livi. “Yeah, easier said than done,” he muttered as he headed to his patrol vehicle. Oh Alston had its police force alright, and every single member was Other Kin, no outsiders allowed. That way they kept it all nice, tight, and legal if they did have to arrest someone not from Alston.

Walking into the station house, Tommy grabbed a water bottle before heading to his desk in the back to do his pre-shift check in.

“Tommy,” Galen said, “Come on in here a moment.”

“Yeah Dad, what’s up?”

“You’re not going to like it, but I’m changing your patrol up. You’ll be switching with Peter until further notice.”

“Pe—what the hell for?”

“Lower your voice, and it’s what Lord Drake asked for. You need to stay away from Olivia before you go into a rut and from the look of you I’d say you’re pretty damn close.”