Page 50 of Shattered

“She’s a smart cookie.” The heady scent of honeysuckle, jasmine, and what he swore was the musk of sex wafted up from his robe and swirled around him. “Give me five, son, I need to grab a quick shower before making myself presentable.”

“Not a problem. I’ll let Charisma know.” Royce turned and made his way down back down the steps.

Mackenzie shut and locked his door before making his way to his bathroom. He turned on the water and disrobed. He glanced down at himself as he waited for the water to warm and cursed. “What the fuck?” His dick was covered in dried blood. He glanced out at his bed and found it clean. “How the fuck?”

Had he somehow hurt himself while he blacked out? Without giving it a second thought, he brought his thumb to his mouth, wet it, and rubbed at his dick. The blood came off easily enough, and from what he could see it wasn’t from an injury.

Thank the gods, because after the uncomfortable conversation he had with Danielle about his sex life, he didn’t really want to go the clinic and tell her, he’d hurt his dick. He then noticed a couple spots of dried blood on the tip. This time, when he tasted it, the familiar tang of cum, from both a male and female, mixed with the jasmine and honeysuckle he’d been smelling.

So now, apparently, he was blacking the fuck out and having sex?Fuck. After not being sexually active in close to thirty years, his dick finally worked, and he didn’t remember a single aspect of it.

Jesus Christ, he hoped it was consensual, especially because he’d fucked her—or was it him—hard enough to make them bleed. Guess it was a good thing he was a shifter and wasn’t susceptible to human disease, particularly sexually-transmitted ones, since he obviously hadn’t donned a condom, either. As he stepped under the spray, the idea of not being able to recall what happened worried him to the point that he’d be talking to Kalkin after the play. Of course, there was always the off chance he had participated in sex with a she-wolf. He doubted it, though, because he didn’t scent the wildness that went with have intercourse in wolf form. He dunked his head under the water and closed his eyes. This shit was getting out of hand. He couldn’t keep forgetting everything. He’d go insane—if he already wasn’t. As he allowed the water to pelt his neck and shoulders, running down his chest and over his groin, the remaining traces of blood and cum that covered his body went down the drain.

Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and walked back into his room with a towel wrapped around his hips. Before he dressed, he stripped his bed once again and piled the sheets in the corner. Just moving them around, caused the trapped smells from his dalliance to fill his senses. His dick thickened to the point of pain, and he growled.This shit isn’t cool. What the fuck is wrong with me?He dressed quickly and exited his room in a rush, needing to be away from the heady scent permeating his room.

“Mac!” Abby called out seconds before launching herself into his arms. He caught her in the middle of her jump and twirled her high above his head. Her sweet giggles were a balm to his tattered thoughts and emotions.

“Well, there is my cute, little magpie.” He held her high above his head until she begged to be put down. The second her feet touched the ground, she scampered up the stairs, he was sure to find Riley.

Aurora stood off to the side, by the front door, fidgeting and looking nervous as hell. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she remained by the door to make a hasty retreat. It bothered him to the point his wolf bristled in aggravation, and brushed across his skin. The beast growled and fussed to the point that Mackenzie was worried he might do something stupid... Again.

He shook his head, trying desperately to clear his vision and focus on Charisma and Mikey who was currently settled on his mother’s hip with a huge grin. The boy had been growing like a weed, but he found comfort in his mother’s arms, and he couldn’t blame the little boy.

He couldn’t lose his shit, either. He had to protect his family. The wolf, seemingly understanding where he was coming from, settled. He let out a breath of relief. “Hey, boy.” He scrubbed Mikey’s head. “Did you have a good day at school?”

Mikey nodded. “Yep, yep! We had so much fun!”

“Good to hear.” He kissed the boy’s temple then kissed the top of Charisma’s head. “You okay? Sorry about bugging out on you earlier.”

Charisma brushed off his concern. “It’s no problem. I figured you’d have a bad day.”

“Can say that again.” He chuckled and went to the fridge to grab a drink. Aurora frowned, and Mackenzie had the urge to step into her space and rub the worry from her brow. “Aurora.” He nodded in her direction. “Want something to drink?”

“I—”

“We’re leaving.” Charisma put Mikey down. “Royce has already loaded the twins in the van. All that’s left, is to load this little monkey.” She tweaked Mikey’s nose before her gaze flickered to the young boy. “He was insisting on saying goodbye to his Poppa.”

“Was he now?” He faked a grin at the boy in his mother’s arms.

“Yup!” Mikey yipped while bouncing.

“All right. Well, come give me a hug, and I’ll see you later tonight,” Mackenzie said, kneeling.

Mikey wrapped his arms around Mackenzie’s neck and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Love ya, Poppa.”

Mackenzie’s heart melted at the pure love the young boy exuded. He returned his grandson’s affection with a slight squeeze and a kiss on his rumpled hair. “Love you, too, Mikey. I can take him to the car, if you need me to.”

Charisma smiled. “I’m good. It’s all about dividing and conquering. Whoever has the twins, the other parent has Mikey. Besides, you have company.” She pointed to Aurora.

Mackenzie chuckled, glancing over at Aurora. “And let me guess, you make sure Royce always has the twins.”

Charisma’s sweet giggle was the only answer he needed. “Bye, Mac,” Charisma went to her tip-toes to give him a peck on his cheek.

He ruffled Mikey’s hair again, smiling when the little boy set off into a fit of giggles.

“Bye.” He waved as Charisma passed by Aurora and out the front door leaving him alone downstairs with the woman who kept him in knots.

“You’re early,” he stated.

---