Training Their Mate(7)
Dante leaned back and laughed. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”
The moment a werewolf smelled his mate, he realized she was the one he’d spend the rest of his life with. It didn’t always happen that both men found the same woman, but in this case they had, and he couldn’t have been more pleased.
“The timing couldn’t come at a worse time. Until we catch Couch, I can’t be distracted.”
“Bro, this is our one chance at happiness.”
His brother leveled him with a stare. “Then you take her.”
He hadn’t seen that coming. “You know that’s not how this works.”
Before they had a chance to finish the conversation, Liz came out. Her knees were bandaged and her hand stitched.
“Sir?” The receptionist waved Trax over.
He stood and went over to the counter. Since this was Dante’s future mate, he followed.
“Ms. Wharton may have a possible concussion. The doctor recommends she not drive until tomorrow. Can one of you stay with her?”
Trax nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll see she gets home safely.”
Liz pressed her lips together.
Oh, boy. She was going to be a feisty one. Even though he usually left the protection duty to Trax, this was one time he wanted to help. Hell, if it involved keeping her warm in his bed, he’d be the first to volunteer.
“I’ve got my car.” He looked at his brother. “Why don’t I drop you off downtown to pick up your SUV? Then I can drive Liz home.”
“Sounds good.”
She planted her good hand on her hip. “As much as I appreciate you both helping me, I’d rather have a cab take me home. I’ll be fine.”
Now what were they to do? Dante touched her arm. “Do you think we’d harm you?”
She glanced to the ground. Great. Just being around them seemed to make her uncomfortable.
He held up a hand. “No problem. I’ll call a cab for you.”
Trax shot him a glance. I want her to stay with us. Couch might try again.
Trax didn’t often resort to telepathy except in times of need. I agree. Don’t worry. I have a plan.
“Thanks.” Her smile came out weak, but at least it was a smile.
His brother led her over to the chairs while he called for a ride.
“Does your head hurt?” Trax asked.
“Yes.” As if to prove the point, she rubbed her temple.
Dante didn’t like that she wasn’t feeling well.
Trax’s gaze traveled from her head down to her knees. “Can you call a friend to stay with you? You heard the nurse.”
“Maybe.”
“If you become nauseated, you do know to call 9-1-1, right?”
Damn, Trax. He wished his brother hadn’t offered that suggestion. His plan didn’t include a friend. It might be harder to convince her to stay with them if she had someone hovering nearby. Maybe her scent had messed with his brother’s brain. Or perhaps it was the way her lacy white bra was visible under her white blouse. Then again, it could be her heart-shaped face, her long luscious legs, or the way her breath caught when he’d walked in that was screwing with both of their cocks.
The cab company finally answered and Dante asked for them to send one. They said they’d be there in ten minutes. He glanced over at Liz. The moment he’d spotted her, he felt a strong connection with her. The big question was if she’d felt it, too.
She bit her bottom lip and his cock instantly hardened. Christ. He didn’t need to lose control in a goddamn health clinic.
“I’ll remember.”
We need to find out where she lives.
Trax glanced up at him. I know her address.
Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Here he’d been thinking of ways to put a tracking device on the taxi.
You didn’t ask.
At times, like now, he wanted to beat the shit out of his brother. Given Dante was a good thirty pounds heavier and almost two inches taller than Trax, he bet he could take his brother down. Or maybe not. Trax worked out like a possessed maniac whereas he spent his spare time partying and only hit the gym when the mood struck.
Hmm. Maybe that needed to change.
“I’ll wait outside for the taxi.” And to clear my head.
The moment he got away from the intoxicating blonde, he was able to inhale and not have his body react. His back to the door, he adjusted his balls. He’d had a ton of women but never had he been affected like this. Sure, his uncle had told them what to expect when they met their mate. The craziness wouldn’t go away until they’d both sank their fangs into her neck and claimed her, and their bodies would take on a life of their own around the right woman, but Dante never expected it to be this uncomfortable. The loss of control worried him. Trax had more willpower than he did. If Dante got too excited and shifted, he’d ruin what his brother and the Pack had tried to keep under wraps forever.