Whisper Pride Pack (2 page)

As the day progressed Josie began to feel more comfortable.
There were a few mishaps of course, but then they happened. She remembered back
to the first place she had worked while in college... Not accustomed to the new
place it had taken her a little longer to find some of the bits and pieces
needed. The vet had been having a bad day, leaving him grumbling and grouching
at her, and to top it off, before she left to go home one of the cats had
somehow escaped his kennel, leaving her to chase the damn thing around and
catch it. She had gone home that night and cried her eyes out, vowing to quit
and never return. She was glad she had carried on, things weren’t as bad as
they seemed. The next day the vet had apologized profusely. The cat had escaped
again overnight, and it was later discovered the feline was rather clever at
undoing cage locks.

She knew Cassie wouldn’t be her best friend. The woman almost
seemed to be two different people. One minute—when Conan was around—Cassie was
nice, civil, and flirty, and the next...well, she was like a bitch in heat. Josie
swore the bloody woman growled at her a few times.

Conan, on the other hand, was sweet, caring, and polite. The
fact that he was sex on legs was a bonus, but also a pain. If his spell didn’t
wear off soon, she would be walking around in a constant state of arousal, and
she would have to carry a change of panties in her handbag. Probably multiple
changes. He didn’t help the issue, because she was sure he was flirting with
her—the odd touches here and there, and plenty of sexy innuendos. Although, she
wasn’t sure if that was him or just her taking everything the wrong way because
of how he made her feel.

“Hey, nearly done there?” His deep, sexy voice made her jump.
She was so involved in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him coming into the kennel
room where she was making sure the three dogs that were staying overnight had
what they needed.

“Dammit,” she swore. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“I didn’t exactly creep in here.” He chuckled.

She turned toward him, shutting the last cage door and
locking it. “I know. Sorry, I was just deep in thought.”

“Penny for them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Umm, no, it’s okay.” She smiled. “Too many thoughts—it
would be far too expensive.”

He suddenly burst out in tune, “If I were a rich man, yubby
dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.”

She laughed as he started waving his hands and body in a
weird dance movement. “Oh, you’re nutty.”

“Made you laugh.” He winked.

“Conan,” Cassie’s voice called from the treatment room,
stopping their conversation.

He gave Josie a cat-that-swallowed-the-canary grin before he
turned and went to see what his receptionist wanted. Josie followed behind and
went to grab her coat and bag.

“Josie, hang on a moment,” Conan called just as she reached
the back door to leave. “Cassie, go on home, I’ll sort it out tomorrow,” she
heard him say.

He sauntered over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. Yep,
she would need to carry some clean, dry panties before she got over her
infatuation with him. She could see his muscles ripple under his scrubs, and she
could imagine the six-pack his torso held. She even went as far as imagining
him under the shower as water flowed over his chest. Hotdog, was it getting hot
in there?

“To celebrate your first day, and maybe so we can get to
know each other better, fancy getting something to eat?” he asked.

“Well, considering I don’t have anything but a loaf of bread
and coffee in my cupboards, it would be great. Plus, you can show me someplace
that does a nice takeout. I’m not a great fan of cooking.” She blushed. She
always hoped that when she met a man and was ready to settle down, he could
cook.

“You can’t cook for toffee?” he asked with a grin.

“You could say that. I think the extent of my skills would
be eggs and bacon.”

“Breakfast then.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. “Starving here,
let’s go!”

* * * *

Conan dropped her Josie off at her apartment so she could
change her clothes. He told her he would be back to pick her up in exactly ten
minutes, then drove home to change his own clothes. After picking her back up,
he took her to one of his favorite out-of-the-way inns.

They both ordered bottles of beer with an eight-ounce
sirloin steak. The place was quaint with normal regulars sitting at the bar chatting
about day-to-day shit. They sat in a dimly lit corner near a small window. On
the outside a window box was filled to the brim with spring flowers blossoming
in the evening sun.

Josie pushed the plate away from her, blowing out a
satisfied breath. “Bloody hell, that was awesome. I’m stuffed.”

She rubbed her stomach, and as Conan watched her small hands
roam over her stomach, he had a sudden vision of her doing that swollen with
their pups. His wolf howled inside of him agreeing, impatient to get that
started.

He loved to see a woman enjoy their food. Sitting in his
favorite pub and watching a fellow dinner partner eat a salad while he ate a
steak was not his style at all. It drove him mad watching Cassie do that when they’d
gone out to lunch. After the second time he hadn’t taken her out again.

He admitted to himself that Josie was everything he looked for
in a woman—hearty appetite, stimulating conversation, adorable lips, pert
little nose, hair long enough to wrap around his hands as she sucked on his
cock, or when he took her from behind, holding onto her generous hips with his
other hand as he pounded deep inside her, hard and fast... He groaned inwardly
and shifted his hips, trying to get comfortable, his stiff shaft was trapped
between his now very tight jeans.

The major bonus was she was his mate, the one person he
could have pups with. She was all his, she just didn’t know it yet.

“So what made you want to become a vet?” she asked, lifting
her bottle of beer to her lips and taking a sip. Fuck, watching that had given
him even more dirty thoughts! “Conan? You okay? You look like you’re in pain.”

He was in pain, his penis was fucking hard as rock and he
wanted inside her
now
!

He moved swiftly. Sliding out of his chair and into the one
beside her, he placed his hand on the back of her head and lowered his lips to
hers. After a few seconds of delay, in which he was worried he had moved too fast,
she responded.

The kiss became quickly heated. She wrapped her hands around
his neck and groaned into his mouth. Their tongues dueled with each other. He
could smell her arousal as her heat surrounded him. She wanted this as badly as
he did. He pulled her against his body until they were so close he could feel
her stiff nipples poking against his chest.

“Um, excuse me,” a female’s polite voice drifted over him.

Shit, he had totally forgotten where they were. He could
have taken his mate there and then—over the table, against the wall, he didn’t
care. Looking at Josie’s face, he knew she felt the same, but she was now
blushing an adorable deep shade of red. He turned to see their waitress
standing there with their bill, also with a blush on her cheeks.

“Your bill,” she simply stated. “Anything else I can help
you with?”

“No, thank you.” He placed the money inside the small
leather wallet with a generous tip and stood, taking hold of Josie’s hand and
walking out of the pub toward his Range Rover.

His wolf was now growling more at him to finish what he had
started.

Although the car was parked right outside, it seemed like miles.
When he finally got to the damn vehicle he pushed her gently against the side,
lowered his head, and ravished her lips again. He had honestly thought she
might have come to her senses and either pushed him away or deny that this
should go on, him being her boss and all, even with the pull of them being
mates. But thank the moon she didn’t. She was just as hungrily eating at his
lips as he was hers. He ground his erection against her stomach while cupping
her breast through her shirt. Shit, he wanted inside her so bad. Pulling back,
they were both panting. He looked into her lust-filled eyes and knew that his looked
just the same.

“Your place or mine?” he asked gruffly.

The answering giggle that turned into a full-blown,
hysterical laugh nearly deflated his cock. That was not the reaction he was
looking for.

* * * *

The look on Conan’s face only made Josie laugh harder. Her
body had been on fire a second ago, her clit throbbing, her pussy soaking wet,
her nipples as hard as peanuts, and then he had asked ‘your place or mine’. There
she was running away from a manic who wanted her body to share with his
henchmen—with her mother’s blessing—and now, on her first day at a new job, she
had practically shagged her boss at a pub. It was the look of concern on his
face that had her calming down.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, feeling tears pool in her eyes. Feeling
totally ashamed of herself, she tried to explain. “This isn’t how I imagined
things going. I came here to get away from... I mean, I came here to start
anew, but falling for my boss on the first day and nearly, umm...” she
stammered.

“Fucking him in a car park?” Conan said, his voice deep and
harsh, his eyes flickering with specks of orange.

“Please,” she pleaded, “I didn’t mean it that way.”

She didn’t say anything else; there was nothing really to
rectify what had just happened. She tugged on his shirt, pulling him lower. Leaning
up, she kissed him. Although she was met with a little resistance, he kissed
her back. She bit down gently on his bottom lip, causing him to open up, and
she immediately pushed her tongue into his mouth.

It didn’t take him long to take over, and the kiss became
heated again. She ran her hands through his soft, brown hair. He grabbed hold
of her butt and pulled her toward him. Damn, if he wasn’t so tall his hard cock
would rub against her core and not her stomach. She could just jump up a little
and wrap her legs tightly around his hips, but being a big girl she wasn’t
going to suffer the embarrassment of him dropping her. Her body once again
snapped into arousal.

“We seem to be here again,” she whispered when they pulled
apart.

“Yes, we do,” he murmured. “Are you going to laugh at me
again?”

She gently slapped her hand against his heated skin, then
rubbed it up and down after enjoying the feeling. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I
was laughing at my situation. Anyway, that’s past now. Would you like the
answer to your question?”

“Fucking him in a car park?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“If you wish to, umm...want to get arrested, sure! But how
about we go to your place, as mine is still very much bare.”

“If it has a bed, we can still use it, but my place is as
good as any. Jump in.” He pulled the car door open and gestured for her to get
inside.

The drive to his place was filled with quiet sexual tension.
He glanced at her, and she looked back at him. Her body was still on fire. The
crotch of her jeans was tight against her pussy. If she could move in just the
right way, it would feel so good.

The ride wasn’t too long, and they pulled up outside a large,
wooden cabin surrounded by nothing but trees. Although it was dark, there were
a few well-placed lights that dimly lit up the area, letting her see his home.

It was a one-story cabin that seemed to be made of huge tree
trunks placed on top of each other. The chimney was made from small, smooth
stones. There were several floor-to-ceiling windows with pine shutters on each
side of them. The porch looked like it wrapped around the whole house, and a
long, wooden benched swing hung down on thick chains. She could imagine herself
curled up to Conan on it in the evenings, listening to the woods with a blanket
over her legs and a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. Dammit, there went her
imagination again!

He led the way up the porch steps. She didn’t take in much
else of the house or scenery, because she only had eyes for the gorgeous, jean-clad
derriere in front of her. Shit, she bet she could bounce a coin on it. They
stopped in front of the amazing piece of artwork called his front door.

“Holy crap, that’s beautiful.” She stroked her hand over the
door. Around the small window was a tiny and very intricate pattern of swirls
and flowers, and in the main panel underneath was a pack of wolves playing beneath
a full moon.

“My father started it before he was killed, and I finished
it. In fact, we built the cabin together. My brother helped too. When I go
through this door it holds positive memories for me.”

She looked up at him. Several emotions flickered through his
eyes this time. She nodded, and he opened the door. Again, she stood in total
awe. The floor was frigging stunning. Someone had painstakingly sliced several
tree trunks into thin tiles and laid them on the floor, filled in-between them
with sawdust, and then lacquered and polished it. She didn’t get to see much
else as the heat of his body came up close behind her. She found herself lifted
and unceremoniously thrown over a strong, muscled shoulder.

“Shit, put me down before you injure yourself!”

She heard him snort and felt a stinging slap on her butt,
just before a knock at the door had him turning and putting her down. With a
quick kiss to her lips, he turned to the door and opened it.

“Alpha,” a tall, thin man at the door panted out.

Alpha?

“Guest!” Conan snapped. He pushed the man back onto the
porch and stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him.

She could hear their conversation getting heated. A few
seconds later Conan came back in the house with a very disgruntled look on his face.

“I’m sorry, sweetness, it looks like an emergency has come
up.” His fingers stroked down her face. “I’ve asked Henry to drive you home. Is
that okay?”