Ten minutes later, I followed a red-faced Beth who practically stomped her feet out of my office. To say the blonde haired, fake boobed, over makeup twenty-one-year-old was angry with me, was an understatement. Beth was not the usual type of girl I usually employed here, but I had hired last fall in an attempt to be more inclusive. I had figured she would be trouble, but usually that trouble was managed and reciprocated by the type of crowd the diner mostly pulled in during her evening shifts. There was a decent local community college in the town limits that drew my business a fair share of hungry college kids around dinnertime. And well, my all-day pancakes were legendary of course. Yes, it was true major issues with Beth hadn’t arisen until now, and that was likely because Rand was the first male employee I had brought on. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I had serious issues with males, and I knew that not everyone with a dick was an abusive sadist out to suppress women and enslav

It turned out I did not have to resort to flipping off the power and plunging the place in darkness to get pissed off college dude to leave. He emerged from the bathroom, packed up his shit, demanded the name of my manager so he could call and get me fired, before he took off. I did not tell him I also was the manager and the owner, just gave him my nickname, and told him to have a good night. I was sure he had had other plans of harassment in mind for me, but when he locked eyes with the Alpha who stood near me watching him hawklike, Meth Seth hightailed it out of here real quick. Finally, alone at last. And I wasn’t taking any chances for further interruptions for a while, as I locked the door and flipped the neon open sign off. I planned to be a good, responsible business owner and open back up in time for the six a.m. rush. But that gave me ninety minutes to have the Alpha all to myself. And I planned to do a whole lot more than just talking and make the most of our time. I gave

There were two wolf customs when it came to either choosing a mate or accepting a true mating bond. The male wolf claimed his mate by marking her with his bite, often on the neck, and they consummated their bond by the physical joining of their bodies. Some packs even had a tradition of the she-wolf also marking her mate in return, but the wolves on either side of this mountain did not do that as far as I knew. While Timberland seemed less oppressive of their females, it was clear they were not as progressive as packs that treated their females more equally with a shared marking. The claiming and the joining could be done at separate times or together, there were no hard and fast rules for it, but the claiming typically came first to my knowledge among the more brutish packs. Females could be claimed without their consent, and even violated too, both of which had happened to me by the two dark wolves that had invaded my life. But at least Alpha Roam had not violated me in the other w

I could not remember the last time I had been treated so tenderly and with so much respect by a man before and during getting intimate. Even with the only two serious boyfriends, I had Brent and Daniel, before my stepbeast made my life a living hell and turned me into the bitter, cynical creature I was today, it had never been like this. Sex between Daniel and I had been less bumbling and awkward than with Brent, after some experiences we both had under our belts at the ripe old age of eighteen, but he had never asked permission to kiss me, to touch me, or even asked what my boundaries were like Grey just had. Of course, that was a lifetime ago, five years was an eternity to me, I was older, wiser, and knew what I liked and what I didn’t now. And that was back before I had been raped by the wolf who murdered the person I had loved most in this world. I was a different person now, changed, and not all for the better. Sometimes, I still mourned the loss of that vibrant, happy and caref

My mate laughed against my lips, temporarily breaking our kiss, and I gave no apologies for ruining his shirt or forgetting my place as a docile she-wolf. I took great liberties roaming his bare skin, all the while, our mouths continued to move together like our bodies did. With his wolf a bit in control, the pace of his cock within me, was faster than the way he had touched and tasted me before, but his thrusts still had no brutality behind them. The plunge of his hips to meet mine, was more frantic than violent, as if he was in a hurry to be in me and hated when our bodies parted for even seconds. Our tongues danced together rather than dueled. I liked the feel of him in me, equally as much, pushing my hips into his whenever he pulled out of me, urging him to enter again and again, to make me whole. I could already feel my next climax building fast and furious, our kisses grew more desperate and hungry to match the pace of his hips into me. I savored his mouth just as he had mine