“Jason!” she squeaked her blush growing fierce as he chuckled kissing her neck.
“My angel is so innocent, but I like that. I’m afraid I’d have to kill anyone who had been with you if that wasn’t the case.”
“Y-you wouldn’t,” Phoebe jerked away staring at him wide-eyed.
“An alpha is very possessive of his mate, angel. I wouldn’t put anything past me. You have no idea what it takes to keep from hunting down your former mate and putting him out of your misery… and he didn’t even touch you.”
..Jason.”
“Shh.” He kissed her gently. “Don’t defend him. Don’t even think of him. Think about me instead.”
Leaving her with a smile he went to retrieve their waiting meal before it got cold though he expected them to use hot plates to keep it all fresh. Phoebe hesitated a moment before she slipped out of bed. It felt strange to move and an odd wetness dribbled between her thighs. Ducking into the bathroom she used the shower to clean herself before wrapping up in a robe.
I should get dressed.
‘Or just wear the robe,’ Máni suggested. ‘Our Mate will appreciate the view.’
Ignoring her wolf Phoebe slipped into the closet. It seemed they were eating in so she didn’t need to wear anything extravagant. Still unsure she selected a pair of shorts and a hoodie.
Stepping out she found Jason had wheeled a cart in from the hall. He arranged the dishes on the coffee table in front of the large couch and was uncorking a bottle of wine that was chilling in a bucket of ice.
“Wine?” Phoebe asked as he approached.
“Seems the kitchen wanted to make dinner as romantic as possible,” Jason grinned pouring them glasses.
Like beer there were special werewolf wines blended with aconite to enhance the alcoholic stimulations but knowing their Alpha didn’t enjoy such things the kitchen had chosen a human variety without the addition. They didn’t want to be the reason his mood was ruined.
“Romantic as possible?” Phoebe repeated her face suddenly going red. “Don’t tell me…they know!”
He glanced at her raising a brow, “About what?”
“About what we did…”
“Their Alpha and Luna disappeared in the middle of the day and then request dinner in their room…I’m sure they have a fair idea what that means.”
“Goddess!” Phoebe hid her face in her hands. How would she face any of them again?
“Angel,” he chuckled embracing her and kissing her forehead. “It’s fine. When Luke and Mona were first mated I didn’t see him for two weeks. Ben and Lucille were even worse.”
Phoebe slowly relaxed.
“No one will blame their Alpha and Luna for wanting to take a day. I can’t disappear for a week but a half a day won’t be begrudged…besides it will comfort the pack.”
“Comfort?”
“We’re still unmarked so their bond with you and yours with them is not complete. But the closer we are the more they will sense you through me.”
“Right.” She leaned against him as he nuzzled her.
“Now let’s eat.”
He led her to the couch and revealed the kitchen’s hard work: beef stroganoff, green bean casserole, tossed salad and rhubarb crisp for desert. They enjoyed the meal with little conversation. Jason concerned himself with making certain she was satisfied. He was determined to increase her meals as much and as often as he could.
Hunger satisfied they sat together on the couch enjoying their close proximity. Jason held her letting her recline against his chest while she relaxed. His fingers slipped under her hoodie gently caressing her skin.
“So what do I normally smell like?” Phoebe dreamingly asked. She couldn’t remember her stomach feeling so full.
“Lilac and sage.”
“And it gets spicy when I’m…
“Mhmm.” He nuzzled her catching the slightest hint of it now. His chest rumbled with pleasure.
Phoebe fell silent thinking about that. The lilac and sage she understood after all she spent a lot of time in her mother’s herb garden but she couldn’t stomach spicy foods. Her mother never used anything stronger than turmeric because of that.
“What about me?” Jason asked.
“Dogwood and campfire,” Phoebe answered, hesitating, ” and when you’re… stimulated you smell sweet, like roasted marshmallows.”
“That’s weird.”
“Why?”
“I really don’t like sweets, especially marshmallows.”
“Well, I don’t like spicy food,” Phoebe snorted. “But my parents used to take me camping in the backyard all the time. My dad told stories while we made s’mores.”
“So I smell like marshmallows which you love and you smell like spices which I love,” Jason said.
“It’s quite a coincidence.”
“Is it?”
Phoebe fell silent.
“Is it really a coincidence that we would be fated mates and smell like each other’s favorite things?”
Phoebe pondered that suddenly remembering something she had forgotten a long time ago, “Oh.”
“What is it, angel?”
“When I first scented Graham and knew he was my mate he smelled like evergreen and chocolate. Neither one of those are my favorite. What do you suppose that means?”
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