Page 11 of Rescued By The Wolf

Flint

I spent most of yesterday thinking about Sophie and how to see her again. I had checked in with work and then gone home to eat and sleep for a few hours. Sophie followed me into my dreams, and when I woke up, I had been disappointed to be alone and realize that it was all a dream.

I made dinner and argued with my wolf. He was pissed that we weren’t there with our mate, protecting her. I was upset about that too, but I knew how a human would react if I had bitten her and dragged her back to my place.

I was getting my shoes and jacket on to run over to their campsite and check on her when I had heard her screaming. I had just reacted and ran into the night to get to her.

She seemed to be alright when I tucked her in. I’m glad she’s not super freaked out by all of this. Or maybe she was just in shock.

I’m making breakfast, my wolf and I listening for any sign that Sophie is awake. I’ve already brewed coffee and I get started on making us bacon and pancakes. I’m pouring the batter onto the griddle for the first pancake when I hear Sophie start to move around upstairs.

I smile as I think about doing this every day for the rest of my life. I could wake up beside her and go to sleep with her each night too. God, I want that. I want to be able to talk to her, ask her about everything thought that enters her head. I want to be able to call her mine.

Then bite her! My wolf orders.

Soon, I promise him.

Sophie comes downstairs, and I turn, smiling at her as she comes into the kitchen.

“That smells so good,” she says, moaning slightly, and my cock reacts.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, clearing my throat as I turn back to the stove.

“Starving.”

“How did you sleep?”

“Really good. I love your house. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

“Of course. I told you, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you’d like.”

Please stay forever, I add silently.

“You might regret saying that when I never leave,” she jokes, but it’s exactly what I want.

“I’d never regret that,” I tell her softly, and she blinks, seemingly surprised by my sincerity.

“Well, I can tell you that I really don’t want to go back to that tour. I can’t imagine how bad things will be this morning between me and my mom and stepdad.”

“You don’t have to go back. I’ll get your things,” I offer.

“I don’t want to put you out… again.”

“You’re not. I want to help you.”

She blushes slightly, dipping her head, and my heart flips in my chest.

She likes you, my wolf tells me, and I smile.

I know. That’s a good sign.

“How about you eat breakfast and relax, and I’ll run over and grab your things.”

“Sure. Do you have to work today?” She asks me as I flip the pancake in the pan.

“No, I’m off today. I can show you around town if you want to get out. Or we can hang here.”

“Whatever you want,” she says as she takes a seat at the kitchen counter.

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