Jason never understood why there was always a large warrior around until much later. She also maintained a separate bedroom.
His father struggled to be in her good graces giving her gifts of every sort: flowers, chocolates, jewelry, but he could never give her what she really wanted…to go back in time before they had met and do things differently. The forced separation from his mate definitely had an effect on his father as the years progressed.
He lost weight as well as authority. It became more obvious after Jason gained his wolf. As Lobo grew stronger and more dominant his father’s withdrew even more.
Werewolves aged slowly but Jason’s father seemed to age every day before finally succumbing. It was painful to see a once powerful alpha waste away in his bed but Jason had become bitter waiting for his own mate and didn’t have sympathy to spare on a father he gave up on.
Thinking back on it now Jason supposed he should have taken the opportunity to find some closure. But he let the moment slip away. Even though his mother had distance herself in life she was at his father’s bedside until the end as was Lucille. Their father had showered her with affection treating her like his princess and guarded her closely from any males that tried to get her attention.
Phoebe stroked his cheek stirring him from his thoughts.
She gently smiled as if knowing his pains. Jason stared at her. Phoebe had been rejected by her first mate. He had been told it was like having ones heart ripped out. How could she survive and still have such an open heart ready to take on another’s pain while hers lingered?
Pulling her close he kissed her deeply. She responded by grinding against him and his nostrils flared with the scent of her arousal. Growling he tightened his embrace and rolled them over so she was under him. She was so warm, loving and perfect.
“Angel…”
“Shh.” Phoebe caressed his face. “Whatever mistakes your father made…he was proud of you for being better than him. I’m sure of it.”
Jason groaned capturing her mouth fiercely. He needed her.
He needed her to heal him as he longed to heal her. He would give everything to erase her past. Phoebe moaned welcoming his hunger and possessive need. Her body welcomed him as he thrust inside her. Her back ached and her hips rose to meet his. She rocked with him wanting him deeper.
“Angel,” he groaned, “tell me what you need.”
“..Faster..harder..”
Growling his pace increased.
“…My angel.”
‘Have him mark us, Máni suddenly spoke. What? But…’
‘He needs to mark us now!’
“Jason,” Phoebe moaned clinging to him. “M-mark me.”
“What?” his surprise almost made his pace falter.
“Mark me. Mark me now.”
He groaned as his face dipped low nipping at her marking spot, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Phoebe cried out his name as his teeth sunk into her neck.
Her body suddenly seemed charged with lightning as the bond snapped into place binding them. He licked the wound clean with a groan.
‘Now him! Mark him!’ Máni desperately cried.
Phoebe sank her teeth into his neck and felt him shudder as the bond completed its connection and they reached their climax together. Lazily she licked his wound clean before both fell into contented sleep completely spent.
“Jason…Jason!”
He grunted jerking awake as the voice intruded. Beside him Phoebe slept. A half-moon shaped mark on her neck was still red and slightly inflamed. It would heal quickly leaving only a perfect pink scar. Jason leaned close breathing deep. Her lilac and sage scent was stronger than ever but now also carried an undertone of dogwood. Now that she was marked she would carry his scent regardless of how often they were together. She was truly his and only his.
“Jason.”
He sighed, “Yeah, ma.”
“Finally! ‘ve been calling and calling.”
“I was asleep. It’s not even…six yet.”
“Yes and you are usually up by five.”
“So I slept in a day. I’m entitled.”
“That’s not the point. I almost woke Phoebe to find you.”
“Don’t. It was a big night.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you. Are you in the kitchen?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
Jason slowly disengaged from Phoebe careful not to wake her. He stood and stumbled suddenly light-headed. Placing a hand on the wall he paused as he regained his equilibrium. His mind was swirling. It almost felt like he was drunk though he hadn’t imbibed a thing except her.
Lobo remained oddly silent as if in a deep sleep, almost as deep as when he was still dormant.
Making his way to the bathroom Jason splashed water on his face to try to drive the vestiges of sleep away. Relieving himself he ducked into the closet for sweats before stepping out. Phoebe still slumbered as he checked her once more burying his nose in her thick mane of brown hair and breathed deep before stepping out and heading to the kitchen where his mother enjoyed her customary tea.
“Mom.”
“Morning sweetie. What’s that?”
“What?”
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