Whisper Pride Pack (6 page)

She rocketed, screaming out his name and digging her nails
into his back. “Conan!”

Her blood ran over his tongue, and her cunt squeezed so hard
and tight he followed her. Thrusting up into her one final time, he could feel
his seed shoot straight into her womb. He shouted out her name as her walls
tightened even more, milking him for all his worth. He felt the knot at the
base of his cock enlarge, sealing him and his seed inside of her for a little
while.

Keeping most of his upper weight off her body, he lapped at
his mark, sealing the tiny wound. Two small, scarred points would forever show
she belonged to him, feeling it in his heart and soul meant more. Her
acceptance of them both meant the world.

Pulling on his mate, he laid her over his chest, still
firmly ensconced within her. They lay there for a several minutes as their
hearts slowed and their breathing evened out.

“You know there are probably no complete pieces of china in
your kitchen now?” Josie chuckled. “I think she’s a little pissed.”

“I don’t care.” Conan kissed the top of her head. “I did try
to tell her I wasn’t interested, and anyway, she isn’t my mate—you are,” he
stated adamantly.

“This happened so quickly. We have so much to sort out.”
They both groaned when she moved up his body and his cock left her pussy. She
placed a tender kiss on his lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt us, but I
think we have a lot to learn about each other. What if Harry does come looking
for me? What if your pack doesn’t like me? What if—”

She found herself yet again underneath his firm, sexy body.

“Sweetheart, we will work through things as we go. It’s what
mates do. Let’s worry about today, okay? First off, I need to go clear up a few
broken items,” he growled, and she could feel the rumble drift down her body to
her swollen clit. “We need to check on the office, get your stuff and move it
into the cabin, and then let me fuck you all night long again.”

He smirked, kissed her nose, and then the heated weight left
her body and she found herself turning on her side to watch a very tight, firm
arse head toward his bathroom.

“I can feel you staring, baby.”

She sighed as he disappeared, her mind suddenly not able to
switch off. There were so many questions, so many scenarios, and it made her feel
bone tired. Of course, a night of mind-blowing sex would do that to you, and
wow, it was a night of fantastic fucking. That man definitely knew his way
around a woman’s body. When he had gone down on her, sucking her until she came,
she swore if she hadn’t held the top of her head it would have blown off. She
didn’t just see stars before her eyes, she saw the whole bloody Milky Way.

She was so inside her head, thinking through everything, she
didn’t hear Conan come back into the room until he swung her up into his arms
and held her against his wet body. Little droplets of water dripped over his
pecs.

“You think too much, little one.” With that he carried her
to the shower and under the warm water. As the water streamed over them she
forgot all about the worries and things to come.

* * * *

A little over an hour later, after another bout of
lovemaking in the shower, they emerged from their bedroom. Conan had explained
that everything that was once his was now theirs. It gave Josie something else
to worry about, but she didn’t let on.

Cassie, who had been sitting on the brown leather couch in
the living room, rose and knelt before the couple as they walked past her toward
the kitchen.

“Congratulations on your mating, Alpha. Welcome to the pack,
Josie,” she murmured, keeping her head in place, then she slowly exposed her
neck. She didn’t exactly sound very pleased about it, but then Josie didn’t
think she would be anyway.

“Thank you, Cassie,” Conan grunted out. “I hope that all you
smashed has been cleaned up and will be replaced,” he growled.

Still kneeling before them, Cassie nodded, lowering her head
as if defeated.

Wanting to make a quick escape away from the tense situation,
Josie walked to the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat thinking about everything
that had happened. Oh my God, she’d had sex—all night sex—with a fucking hot
man with a six-pack and a firm arse you could bounce a penny on.

Her
. Little five feet, dumpy, overweight Josie! Not
only had she had all-night sex with a sexy man but he was a wolf shifter and
she had mated him. She stood still, shock hitting her in waves. Holy crap!

“Josie?” Conan’s voice came from behind her as his hands
wrapped around her waist.

She turned in his arms, eyes as wide as saucers. “Holy crap!
What happens now? What have I done? What if he comes looking for me? Shit,
you’re a shifter and—” She didn’t have time to ramble on any further, because
his lips firmly pressed against hers, kissing her deeply, and her mind went
instantly blank.

When they parted, she stared up into his sparkling blue eyes,
suddenly calm, her lips still tingling from his kiss.

“Sorry,” she said, heat rising in her face.

“One day at a time, right?” he said, his eyes twinkling with
amusement. “The first thing on the list today is the office. If we didn’t have
needy patients, we could take the day off, but alas, we do. So come on, let’s
go to work and see how things go.”

Still looking up at him, she smiled and breathed him in
deep, letting go of the worries and stresses for a little while as she relaxed
in his arms.

* * * *

As the days went on, Cassie showed her dislike toward Josie
more and more, but only when Conan wasn’t around. It was getting on her nerves.
In fact, by the time Friday arrived Josie was getting so fucking fed up she was
growling back out of habit.

After Josie and Conan spent some time moving what little she
had into the cabin they enjoyed a drink and meal with Randale, Conan’s brother.
Josie found it very hard not to laugh around the bloke. Although he had a
serious side, he also had a comical side too. She could see sadness in his eyes
as well sometimes, and she wondered what gave him that look.

After being told of their Alpha’s mating, the pack began to
visit. It had turned into a full shift-and-run one night after so many had
turned up. She had sat on the bench, meeting each of their wolves, loving the
fact many of them were different colors, but more so that she was accepted.
Conan had promised on the next full moon that they would have a ceremony and
full get-together. It gave them a few weeks to get to know their female Alpha.

Josie fell in love with the pups that came over to visit
most nights, much to Conan’s irritation. He wanted to spend time with his mate,
fucking her into next week and making his own pups. But after a reprimand and
compromise from his mate that it would only be for a few hours each night he
stopped grouching. He actually began to enjoy the pups playing around their
cabin. He even went as far as joining in once or twice.

Conan had also taken her shopping for a few clothes, and much
to her embarrassment he picked out several pairs of lacy underwear, telling her
she would need a lot more as he liked tearing them from her luscious body.

He had started telling her about the pack hierarchy and
where she stood in it. They talked about many things, and her mind finally
begin to relax a little. She didn’t feel so stressed or worked up about their
mating. Yes, it had happened very quickly, but she didn’t have any regrets at
all. And she could feel the overwhelming love coming from Conan.

The next hurdle was meeting his mother, who was currently on
cruise holiday. Conan swore that no matter whom she was or what, his mother would
love her simply because he loved her.

It was Friday when Josie finally had enough of Cassie. She
had walked into the office kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee. One
drawback about all-night sex was the next day you were knackered, and there had
been a lot of all-night sex that week.

Cassie was sitting at the small table eating a rather limp
salad. At hearing yet another low growl come from Cassie, Josie sighed, placed
her mug to the side, and turned toward the offending woman. She had really and
truly had enough. She had finally stopped sorting everything around in her head
and was relaxing in her new life, but having the constant pure dislike coming
at her from this blonde, skinny bimbo who wanted her man was a problem she
could no longer ignore.

“You know what,” Josie snapped, staring straight into an
angry pair of brown eyes. “If you growl at me one more fucking time, you will
regret it!”

“Oh yeah, what you gonna do, run to Conan?” Cassie taunted
her.

“One last warning, I’d advise you to stop now before I hand
you your arse.”

For years at school Josie had been bullied by a group of
girls who had taken it upon themselves to make her life miserable. She had been
prodded, poked, made fun of, and finally taken a beating. After that beating
though Josie had found she had a decent fucking punch behind her. Alas,
punching the lead girl and breaking her nose in front of the headmaster had
been a massive mistake. However, the next time the girls had come at her no one
was around to see Josie knock the shit out of all of them. They never bothered
her again.

Cassie growled again, and Josie launched herself at the
blonde. Josie would have laughed if she hadn’t been so angry—Cassie’s face was
a picture of shock when Josie landed on her, toppling the chair behind them.
With a quick right hook to Cassie’s nose she looked on in satisfaction seeing
blood spurt from it. Grabbing hold of the woman’s short blonde locks, Josie
tugged Cassie’s head up then slammed it down on the floor, hearing a resounding
thud.

By now Cassie had begun to gather herself. Josie watched as
sharp claws appeared from the end of the woman’s manicured hands and swiped along
the skin of Josie’s side. She didn’t feel anything at first, but then gradually
burning strips of pain hit her. She felt slightly winded, but still having her
hands wrapped tightly in Blondie’s hair, she tugged up and slammed her head
down again with more force. This time the swipe from Cassie’s claws hardly
registered.

“If you don’t start showing me some fucking respect...”
Josie shouted in the blonde’s face, spit flying everywhere.

She was halted for a few seconds when Cassie’s claws dug
deep into her sides. Gritting her teeth, she moved her legs, placing them on
top of Cassie’s forearms and pinning them to the floor. She resumed with her
hands in the female’s hair, tugging up then slamming her down again.

“I told you!”
Slam!
“Fucking!”
Slam!
“Respect!”
Slam!

Cassie began to whimper. Even with Josie’s hand in her hair
the blonde tried to offer her neck.

“I think she’s had enough, baby.” Conan’s deep and husky
voice came from the doorway.

Josie looked up in shock. She had been so involved in
beating Cassie she hadn’t noticed him standing there. Shaking her hand out of
the now sweaty and tangled hair, Josie stood on shaky legs, taking a deep
breath. She hadn’t realized just how shaky she felt until her knees nearly
buckled. Conan was there in a millisecond to catch her before she hit the
floor.

Shit, she had just beat the crap out of one of his pack. She
looked up into his face, dreading what she would see, but she was surprised at what
she saw.

Conan was so proud of Josie for standing up for herself. He
knew that Cassie had been getting worse as the week went by. He had heard the
none too subtle growls and the occasional offhand remarks, but he was waiting
until he blatantly caught her. But to be honest, he didn’t think it would have
gotten any further as he was getting fed up himself. No one disrespected his
mate.

He had been in his office when he heard the clatter of
furniture hitting the floor and a yelp. Rushing toward the noise, he came
across his mate with Cassie underneath her, slamming her head against the
floor. When Cassie’s claws came up and dug in his mate’s side he nearly went in
and tore the woman a new one, but taking a breath and pausing for a second, he
watched as Josie subdued her and went back to pounding the pain in the arse
woman’s head on the floor.

When Cassie finally tried to submit he knew he would have to
intervene. There was showing who was boss, and there was going too far. Josie
would learn their ways as time went by. When a shifter showed his or her neck
they were submitting, but Josie didn’t know that yet. Also, as a shifter Cassie
would heal quickly, but she would need some help with her injuries. The scrubs
that Josie wore were bloodied down both sides. It killed him to see it, but if
he had intervened, it would have been telling his pack that she couldn’t take
care of herself.

He watched his mate as she lifted herself off Cassie, who
was now whimpering on the floor of the kitchen in shame. Seeing Josie’s legs
wobble, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around her waist. He could scent
her worry. He looked down at her as she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his.

“You aren’t angry?” she asked, confusion filling her
features.

A massive grin covered his face. “I am so fucking proud of
you.” If only she could see his heart right now, she would see it glowing. “Let’s
get you fixed up and I’ll explain why.”

He kissed the top of her head and then swept her up into his
arms.

“Go home, Cassie. If you decide to show your Alpha female
the respect she deserves, then you can come back on Monday. But if you decide
to question her again, don’t bother coming back,” he growled and walked out of
the kitchen, ignoring the whimpering.

Josie was definitely fitting into the pack. She had now
shown a pack member that she was Alpha and wouldn’t take any shit. He would
make sure his pack heard about this. The visits from the pups had been a
tedious pain in his butt at the beginning, because all he wanted to do was fuck
his mate stupid, but as the week had gone on with the constant flow of the pups
and their parents coming to visit, their cabin had become the hub instead of
the pack house. He often sat on the swing or stood drinking a beer with some of
the males, all of them watching the pups and females muck around together. He
secretly hoped that Josie would be with child soon. With the amount of times
they had been together he hoped she already was. He wanted her to bloom with
their own pup.

Josie sat quietly as he applied butterfly stitches to the
long claw marks along her sides. The small pinpoint marks where Cassie has dug
her nails into her sides just needed to be cleaned. He placed gentle kisses on
each wound afterward. Pulling a new scrub top down over her bare skin, he moved
between her legs, wrapping his arms around her neck. Looking down at her sweet
face, he kissed her luscious lips.

“You were fierce in there, but next time maybe a little less
on the violence.” He chuckled. “Sometimes shifter don’t fight fair. She could have
really damaged you, baby.” He placed another tender kiss on her lips. “But after
today I can’t see the other female shifters challenging you.” He let the pride
in his heart show in his voice.

“I thought you were going to be so angry. I mean, I just
kicked the crap out of not only your receptionist but your pack member too. All
she did was growl a couple of times and say some other shit. I totally
overreacted.”

“There you go again.” He moved a few strands of hair that
had blown in her face. “Cassie was seriously out of line. You are now the Alpha
female in
our
pack, which means if you aren’t openly respected you get
to put them in their place. After seeing you sort out Cassie today I know you
can handle it. I will be right behind you.”

Was it wrong for him to feel so proud watching his mate go
at Cassie like that? If Cassie had made a full shift and outright attacked
Josie, he would have killed her on the spot. What Josie had done was acceptable
in pack law.

“If I was honest, I would love to see you kick her arse
again...well, kinda—seeing you hurt was the down side.” He kissed her gently.
“Let’s close up shop, we have no overnighters. I bet you’re tired, you hardly
got any sleep last night.”

“Yeah,” she muttered rather sarcastically. “I wonder why
that would be?” She looked up at his face. “But I am a little sore and would
love to take a hot bath.”

* * * *

Josie relaxed as the water lapped around her. The cuts on
her sides had stung like a bitch at first. Conan wanted her to take a shower
because of the wounds, but she insisted that only a bath would help, and it was.
She had always been a water baby, it chilled her. Anytime she was stressed,
moody, or hormonal she would jump in a bath or go swimming.

The delicious smell of food kept wafting over her, making
her stomach rumble, and she realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast that
morning. Getting out of the tub, wrinkled and relaxed, she wrapped one of the
huge, fluffy, white towels around her and padded silently to the kitchen.

Conan had insisted that if she had a bath then he would
redress the wounds. She had glanced at them before getting in the tub. Four
deep claw marks raked across her right side, there were also four tiny
pinpricks just above them where Cassie had buried her claws in her skin. The
claw marks looked pretty angry and red, but the pricks weren’t so bad.

Conan’s face lit up as she walked into the kitchen.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you sorted. Dinner is nearly
ready.” He lifted her up onto the kitchen counter as if she were light as a
feather, and she knew damn well she wasn’t—she loved her food too much.

She was suddenly hit with doubts. Oh dear God, what if she
put more weight on? What if she had kids and never lost the baby weight? As if
sensing something was whirling around in her head, Conan turned from under the
sink with a first aid kit in his hand.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it now. I love you. I love everything
about you. You are my mate, baby. Everything from the top of your head to the
tips of your toes was made for me.” He reached out to her, cupping her cheek
and placing a tender kiss on her lips.

“That makes everything about you mine too, right?” she asked
with a secret smile.

“Yes?” he said with suspicion.

With her right hand she tugged him more between her legs so
she could feel the never-ending erection she knew he had whenever he was around
her, especially when she was wrapped in a towel with water droplets over her
body. She loved it when he licked them off, growling. With her left hand she
tugged on his hair, bringing his face closer to hers. While kissing him she
moved her right hand from around his waist to caress his hard shaft through his
jeans. He gasped and moaned into her mouth while rolling his hips into her
hand. She knew her pussy was wet underneath the towel; she was also just at the
right height for him to plunge his cock into her core.

He pulled back, breathless. “Baby, if we continue, I won’t
get to feed you. Plus, you’re hurt.”

Her stomach chose that exact moment to rumble. Crap!

With a knowing smile, he peeled back the towel and started
to redress her wounds, kissing each one when he was done. Having a vet as a
mate was pretty handy after a fight.

* * * *

They sat curled up together on the swing outside the cabin a
little while later. Josie was stuffed, comfortable, and very tired. Various
members of the pack had come and gone, not staying for long, but long enough to
hear about Cassie, and to Josie’s surprise, making sure that she was okay.
Conan had quietly whispered in her ear “Alpha female,” which had made her
smile.

Before Randale left Conan asked him to keep an eye on Cassie
in case she decided to retaliate. Josie knew he didn’t trust Cassie, because
while she had submitted, as of yet she hadn’t shown any respect or apologized.
His brother had nodded and reminded them that he was picking up their mother
from the airport tomorrow. Josie inwardly groaned at the news.
That’s going
to be this weekend’s hurdle
, she thought.

After everyone had left Josie and Conan continued sitting
together on the swing under the stars in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long
before Josie’s eyes closed, and she fell asleep breathing in her mate with the
feeling of rightness.

She woke to the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen
and the smell of food. Putting her hand out to Conan’s side of the bed she came
across cool sheets, so didn’t panic much thinking it was just her man cooking
breakfast. She then noticed she was naked and in bed. She must have been so
bloody tired she hadn’t even felt him bring her to bed, let alone undress her.

Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned and winced a
little when the wounds on her side pulled. Shit, she had forgotten about them
too. Looking down and pulling the gauze from her sides, she was happy to see
the wounds didn’t seem as red and angry as they were yesterday.

She practically jumped out of her skin when the bedroom door
opened and a tall, elderly woman with long gray hair in a plait stood there
with a breakfast tray in her hand.

“Morning,” she chirped breezily, walking forward and placing
the tray over Josie’s legs. She glanced down at Josie’s wounds. “Oh, they don’t
look so bad. Conan was going on about them this morning as if Cassie had maimed
and scarred you for life, but looking at that, you won’t be left with a mark. I
think he secretly wanted me to feel sorry for you in case I didn’t like you. Silly
boy!”

Josie studied the woman; seeing her features in both Conan
and Randale she guessed that this was their mother.

“Hi,” she whispered, pulling the sheet back over her breasts
while her face heated in a blush. This was not how she’d imagined meeting her.

The woman was beautiful. Her eyes were a sparkling shade of pale
blue. Her gray hair was currently in a plait, but it was very long, coming to
her waist. Her face had hardly any wrinkles. She didn’t look old enough to have
adult kids, let alone a son that was fifty-five.

Looking down at the tray which contained a plate of eggs and
bacon, and a huge mug of coffee, she suddenly felt sick in the pit of her
stomach. “I, umm...I...could...We...”

For God’s sake, get your words out, woman. You sound like
a babbling idiot,
she thought, annoyed at herself, but she just couldn’t
get any words out.

A long, thin finger lifted her chin so she was staring into a
motherly pair of eyes that seemed to shine with love.

“It’s okay, honey. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I was
just so excited to meet my new daughter.”

Josie could only smile as the woman beamed back at her with
the most stunning of smiles.

“You must have gathered by now I’m Rosemary, Conan and
Randale’s mother.”

“When Randale said he was picking you up today from the
airport, I didn’t realize it would be so early, or else I would have been up
and dressed,” Josie said, finally managing not to sound stupid.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” Rosemary said, waving it off.
“After hearing that my son had finally found his true mate and mated her I got
an earlier flight. As I said before, I couldn’t wait to meet you. I sent the
boys off on an errand so I could get some alone time with you. You should have
seen their faces—like two naughty boys being told off after being caught with
their hands in the cookie jar.”

Josie watched their mother’s face light up with pure
giddiness. She could see where Randale had learned his antics from. Watching Rosemary
pinch a piece of bacon off her plate, Josie relaxed and laughed along with her
mother-in-law. Yes, she liked this woman already.