Page 13 of His Rescued Mate

Leaving Alexa to rest, Max headed into the main room and picked up the phone to call Asher.

“If you want to hang up and never speak to me again, I’ll understand,” said Max without preliminaries.

“You bit her, didn’t you,” said Asher.

“I didn’t plan on it…”

Asher chuckled. “I don’t know that most wolves plan to turn their mates without talking it through. I’m going to assume it was done in the midst of passion. Oftentimes our wolves take advantage of that kind of thing to claim what they believe is rightfully ours. I’m sure you had it all planned out—how to tell her about our kind, how she will benefit as a she-wolf, your love and devotion, et cetera…”

“You don’t sound very upset with me.”

“If you hadn’t told me she was your fated mate or I didn’t know you to be an honorable man, I might feel differently, but you did, and I do. Are you worried about the transition?”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Most likely she will be fine.”

“But I don’t live up in Mystic River. Any of the doctors I know down here in Kodiak are human.”

“True enough, but Lara Dixon is up in Otter Cove, and she’s learned to fly—specifically float planes. I imagine she could get to you quickly if Autumn Miller couldn’t.”

“She’s a human and a vet, not a doctor.”

“True, but she’s Tess Grayson’s sister. And she’s been working with Doc Hadley as well as the doctors in the Resistance so she could better help care for their people. Is there a reason you’re concerned?”

“Not really. Weren’t you?”

“My circumstances with Nicole were different. If I hadn’t bitten her, she would have died. I had no choice. She’ll probably be fine, but if it’ll make you feel better, contact Autumn or Lara or Doc, for that matter. Just let her rest. Make her take it easy for a few days and watch over her. If she shows any signs of difficulty, call for help. And Max?”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You might have done it better if you’d talked to her first, but I suspect if you knew she was your fated mate, then she felt something, as well.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You bit her when you were making love to her.”

Max chuckled. “Well, there is that.”

“There is indeed. Keep that in mind, and give yourself a break. I have every confidence that it’ll all work out.”

“Thanks, Asher.”

“It’s not a problem. Neither of you is in this alone. If she wants to talk to Nic, let one of us know.”

“Will do.”

Max ended the call, feeling better about what had happened. Asher was right and as Max had told Alexa, they were inevitable.

For the next few days, Max kept a close eye on Alexa. She didn’t seem to be ill in any way, but was incredibly fatigued. They put the mystery of the box on hold so that Alexa could catch up with her notes and begin writing her article. At night, she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow and Max found he was content just to hold her close. His wolf wasn’t quite on the same page, but his wolf was the one who’d gotten them into this mess.

After a few days, Alexa seemed more like herself. The color in her face had returned, as had her libido. He’d awakened to the feel of her tongue running over the head of his dick. Arousal had surged, bringing him and his cock to full attention and wakefulness. One hand had fisted in her hair, the other hand curled into a fist around the bedclothes. It was all he could do not to force her to swallow him down whole.

Instead of trying to control her actions, he watched her. He grinned when she looked up at him, and seeing him awake, moved her hair to one side so he would have a better view. She used her tongue to stroke him from the root of his cock to the tip and back again, sliding it along the prominent vein on the underside before blowing kisses on his balls. Alexa sat up, grasping his length and gently stroking it while she sucked the head past her lips and used the tip of her tongue to taste the precum she found there.

The sensual wet heat of her mouth was like nothing he’d ever felt before. The only thing that had felt better had been when he’d thrust into her pussy. And that, he knew, would be exceeded only by forcing his knot deep inside her and tying her to him. But that would have to wait. In fact, he couldn’t allow himself to enjoy all the pleasure she was giving him. He had to maintain control or he’d have her on her back, allowing the knot to form and taking her in a way only a male alpha wolf could.

She moaned as he rubbed her scalp, the vibrations from the sound humming along his cock. Her ability to make him forget there were still things she needed to know forced him to tug her hair. “Enough, Alexa. You haven’t been feeling good; I don’t want you to overdo.”

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