Chapter 181

Michael POV

I growl and pull Shawna against me, grinding my cock against her stomach. "See what you do to me," I say. I inhale her scent and cup the back of her head with my palm, then lower my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangle, and I push us to the bathroom counter, then lift her and set her ass on the cool granite. I have her pants stripped off before she can release my mouth to protest. She doesn't even try then, instead she spreads her legs open for me, he dripping wet pussy on display. I dip a finger in and find her wet and ready. "Fuck," I growl. "We don't have time for this," I say, even as I'm lowering myself to my knees.

Shawna grips my hair with her hand, and as I place my tongue on her clit, she arches against my mouth and uses that grip she has on my hair to pull me to her core harder. "We have time," she pants out. "It won't take me long," she breathes.

I suck and lick and nip at her core, while she's gripping onto me like her life depended on it. She's not wrong either, she's coming on my mouth in minutes. I lick her juices up and then stand and unbuckle my belt, while she unzips me and pulls me free. I grab her hips and scoot her forward, and then plant myself inside her to the hilt. Her moan is loud and unhibited. She covers her mouth with her hand, and I move it away. "We are in our home, you can be as loud as you want," I tell her. Then I pump in and out of her, my thighs slamming the edge of the counter so I can get deeper. I feel my orgasm about to rip out of me, and I am surprised at how quickly I'm getting off this time. I usually last longer, but between her loud moans, her dirty words, and my vague recollection of how much time we have, I'm about to explode. "Louder, baby," I tell her, and she screams my name as another orgasm rips through her. Her walls convulse around me, and that's all it takes, my orgasm releasing deep inside of her. My hips jerk one last time, and I still my body, holding her close to me, our breaths mingling together as we struggle to slow our breathing.

"Wow," Shawna whispers. I chuckle and then pull my still semi-hard cock out of her. I could go another round easily, but we have somewhere to be soon.

"Maybe forget unpacking," I tell her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "You can shower if you want. I'm going to make that phone call." She nods, and I reach over to the cabinet in the wall and pull out a towel and a washcloth. I get the cloth wet and clean between her legs, before cleaning myself off. "Meet me downstairs when you're done," I tell her. She nods, her eyes still slightly glossed over as she stands, walks over, and turns on the shower. I smile to myself as I leave her to her shower. We just christened one room; many more to go.

I head to the kitchen and call my father first, explaining the request to him. He wants to speak to Cedric, as I figured he would. I give him Cedric's number and then hang up. I follow that up with a call to Clint. "Tell me what's going on?" I ask when he answers the phone.

"Cedric wants to escort us there. He said he wants to take his short leave at your pack if your Alpha will allow," Clint explains.

"Did he say why?" I ask.

"Something about a dead mate," Clint whispers. "Says it's hard to be there, and his mother won't leave him alone about meeting someone else. He's not interested, that is what he says."

"Interesting," I laugh a little bit, because it is not at all what I expected. "So he wants us to shield him from an overbearing mother?" I ask.

"Basically," Clint says.

"Do you believe it?" I ask.

"I mean, what reason do I have not to?" Clint asks. "I don't know a whole lot about werewolf life, but I do know that mothers want their sons to get married, to have a woman who will take care of them and give them babies," Clint says. "If my mother were alive, she'd be overjoyed to know Lynn, not just because she's my mate, but because she's a good woman and she's giving me everything I've ever dreamed of."

"Right," I say. I understand, and perhaps Cedric is telling the truth. My father will get to the bottom of it. He's not easily fooled, and if he has to, he will call Cedric's pack himself and inquire about why he might not want to be there. Oftentimes, there are far darker reasons than a nosy mother. "Well, my father is handling it," I tell him. "How are you and Lynn? Things seem to have calmed down?" I ask.

"Yeah, the windshield will be installed first thing in the morning. I am wasting no time getting the hell out of here. I figure if I can get to a more populated area, we stand a better chance of not being attacked like this again."

"Probably true. According to my calculations, you should be able to arrive here in another two days if you keep your stops to a minimum. I know you have horses to manage, so what are your thoughts?" I ask him.

"We do need to stop and let them out, but I think we can minimize how often and for how long and just get there. Just like you said yourself, two days if we push on," Clint says. "Besides, Lynn is antsy to get there. I think she will feel a lot safer once we are in your pack. She's been pretty stressed out, which is not good for the baby."

"No. It's not." I hear the shower turn off upstairs, followed by the shower door opening and closing. Shawna is moving about, getting dressed, I assume. So I make a point to end the call so we can get to my parents' house for dinner ."I should be able to call you after dinner and let you know what my father has decided. I'd imagine he was making that call to Cedric, the same time I called you."

"His phone did ring and he went outside," Clint admits. "We will talk to you tonight, then. And Michael," he pauses. "Thank you for everything. Truly."

"You bet, Clint." We hang up, and a moment later, Shawna comes bounding down the stairs, a massive smile on her face.

"I'm all ready to go when you are," she says while running a brush through her long blond hair. She flips it up into a ponytail and secures it with a tie. "Is it okay to be casual?" she asks, smoothing down her button-up blouse and tucking it into her jeans.

"It's just dinner, with my family," I tell her. "You could go in your pajamas if you want."

"What?" she scoffs. "Never. I'm about to meet your brothers and James's mate too, no pajamas." I chuckle and take her hand.

"No pajamas," I say, and we head out the front door. "Regardless, they will love you."