Wolfe's Den (Wolfe Creek Book 1)(7)

Once we parted ways, I examined my temporary room. It was stunning.  Something about it was familiar, but at the same time it was different.  The bedspread was a pretty pink. I wondered if this is the room he used  for his female guests, that way they could just make their way to his  room or vice versa without anyone any the wiser. I walked to the closet,  and it was loaded. Instantly I was furious. It dawned on me what  position he wanted me to fill. He was expecting me to be his mistress. I  rushed out of the room only to be stopped by Gage who was standing  guard outside the door.

"What's wrong, Catherine?" He placed his hands on my arms to halt my angry departure.

"I'm not going to be his whore. When I said I'd do anything, I didn't mean I would fuck him for money," I hissed.

"Calm down, Catherine. Hunter wouldn't pay to have sex with you."

"Then what's with all those clothes purchased and in my size?" I asked, daring him to come up with some crazy story.

"Those clothes in the closet were brought here this morning. Chloe added  them from the resort so you could try what we were going to have in the  shop. My brother wouldn't disrespect you like that," he informed me.

I took a deep breath and realized that I let a tear leak out my eye.  Gage wiped it from my cheek. "Hunter wouldn't do anything to ever hurt  you," he said softly.

"Thank you, Gage. You can be really nice when you actually speak.  Goodnight." I ashamedly walked back to my room and looked back into the  closet. I was going through the clothes when I saw it. There was the  nightgown. It was here. Could my dreams have been a premonition? No that  was silly.

I walked into my personal bathroom and took a fast shower. For some  reason I was worried that he was nearby. It would be embarrassing if he  saw me naked. I wasn't comfortable with my curvy short figure. I had a  little bit of extra weight on my thighs and hips. My shoulders were a  little broad for a girl, and my tummy was completely flat. It wasn't the  figure he was probably used to. If he was the man in my dreams, he knew  how to please a woman, so he probably had better taste. I could see him  liking someone like his sister. She was gorgeous, with a banging body,  and I felt like a blimp next to her.

Once in the bedroom, I pulled out my puppy pajamas. They suddenly looked  childish, and I kept looking to the closet. The pink silky nightgown  was calling to me. It was so pretty and every night I lived a fantasy  while wearing it. I couldn't help but put it on. It was a perfect fit. I  looked in the mirror and felt sexy.

I climbed into the bed and it felt amazing. It was like I was laying on a  cloud. I closed my eyes thinking I'd dream of him tonight. What would  happen once we met? Would it be like my dream? Hell, his room probably  looked nothing like my dreams. I sat up in the bed unable to sleep  because I took a long nap earlier. My mind raced with an eager interest  in seeing his room.

Jumping out of bed, I rushed to the door, testing to see if it was  unlocked and bingo, it was unlocked. I opened it up and stepped into the  darken bedroom. The moonlight illuminated the bed only. It was a  massive bed with an even bigger frame His sheets were just like my  dream. With a giggle, I saw his shirt sitting on the chair near the  door. I rolled my eyes, and said to myself, "Men, he wasn't even here  and he left a mess."

Unable to stop myself, I lifted the shirt to my nose, inhaling his  scent. There was a hint of cologne, but it was his natural scent that  kept me sniffing. This was stupid. If he came home early and saw me in  his room, what excuse could I use? Sorry, I've been dreaming of you and  this room, just wanted to see if you would come to me and worship my  body the way you do every night.

I looked down at his bed, and it was inviting as it was every night.  Curiosity killed the cat, and yet, I wanted to feel the sheets, so I  laid down. Closing my eyes, I could feel the dream again as if it was  real. I opened my eyes expecting to see him in the doorway, and I wasn't  disappointed.

"This must be a dream," I said as I looked at Hunter. It was so nice to put a name to my dream lover.





Chapter 4-Hunter




I was nearing the house, and I could smell her. Inhaling deeply, I took  in her scent and memorized it. As of tonight, this was the last time she  would smell only of herself; tomorrow she'd be covered with my scent,  alerting everyone to her status as my mate.                       
       
           



       

I took in her scent again and Gage's, too. With a low growl, I let him  know I was near. I wanted to rush into the house, shedding my human skin  and tear at him. She was too close to my brother. The only thing that  stopped me was when I heard his words to her. It pleased me to hear him  defend me, except that I could tell her touched her.

It was good to see that he didn't talk to her unless forced, and I was  glad he told her the truth. I would never hurt her. She was mine, to  love and protect. I hoped she caved to me as easily and passionately as  she did in my dreams.

The next year or so was going to age me big time. I needed to speak to  my siblings about all the shit Creed told me. I heard her go back to her  room, and then once she closed the door my brother acknowledged my  presence.

"Bro, I see you came back early. Why did you hide in the shadows?" he  said just above a whisper. Since we could hear from far distances we  didn't need to speak loudly.

"I didn't want to interrupt a tender moment," I growled and dragged him into the other room.

"Please, she's your mate. You know we only have one mate. If she's yours, she can't be mine."

"No, she can see whoever she wishes. She can mate with me and still search for another," I snarled in pure jealousy.

"What?!" he shouted, freaking out.

"Yes, it's one of the downsides to her being a human."

"Yeah, but I can't be with her anyway."

"But she could fall in love with you," I admitted.

"Fate wouldn't be that cruel to you," he said as he gripped my arm in camaraderie.

"So you were able to find something out about it?" Chloe asked as she slowly entered the room.

"Yes, Creed informed me about a lot." I spent the next five minutes filling them in on the issues with our mating and future.

"Hunter, you know we'll have your back any time you need it."

"Thank you, Gage. It means a lot."

"Just so you know, Rocky was here today. He came as we walked up the  steps. He was very interested in Catherine. We told him that you hired  her as your manager," Chloe informed me. I could already tell because  his scent still lingered in the air.

"Well, like Creed said, I can't hide our relationship. They'll smell me  on her and her on me. So despite the danger, I don't want to deny our  relationship."

"That's true, but our thing was because you weren't here. She is  starting to figure out that you want her for more than an employee."

"She'll learn it tomorrow. I can't hide who I am with her," I admitted. I  could smell her and I knew she was in the shower. It was all I could do  to fight my beast and rush into the shower to claim her.

"I'm going to shower and head to bed. I will see you tomorrow. You can leave if you want."

Gage looked at Chloe and gave her a nod. "We'll see you later, Hunter."

"You're going back to your place."

"Yes, just in case you can't fight your beast. Remember, the dreams were always at night. We don't need to hear you mate."

"Thanks. I don't want you to hear it either," I chuckled.

I showered then heard her roaming the room. Then I heard her enter mine.  I showered down the hall because I didn't want to freak her out that I  was home. The moment I heard her climb into the bed I knew I had to make  my move.

The room was dark, but it was nothing for me. I could make out every  feature on her body as she laid with her legs slightly bent on the bed.  Her body called to me to possess. The curves were so unbelievable. I  didn't know what I wanted to touch first, but I knew I would touch every  part of her body. She had a beautiful smile on her face. Her curly  brown hair framed her face, and the pale moonlight highlighted her fair  skin. Then I heard her whisper, "This must be a dream."

I realized then, she had the same dreams. "It's not a dream, my Catherine."

Her mouth opened slightly in shock. "Oh my, I'll go back to my bed. I didn't think you'd be back."

"Please don't go back to the other room. This is your bed now," I growled as I stalked toward the bed.

"Hunter," she softly purred as I approached.

"I'm going to spend my life worshipping you, my precious gift," I  promised as I climbed onto the bed, parting her thighs to rest my  toweled lower body as I leaned over her. In my dreams, I didn't kiss her  first, but her opened, parted lips that sighed just from my light touch  begged to be tasted.