Chapter 20

**Theo**

I'm being patted on the leg. My leg is being patted? I open my eyes slowly and look down at my legs. Jensen is at the foot of the bed, holding a stuffed panda in his arms and swinging from one foot to the other.

"Alpha Theo. I have to pee."

"Okay little guy, come on."

I get up and take him to the bathroom, wait for him outside the door and when he finishes he asks if I can make him breakfast. We both go into the kitchen, I pour coffee and toast some bread to make toast and manage to find some cocoa in a cupboard.

A few minutes later, we're both sitting in the kitchen, Jensen with his bowl of hot chocolate and toast and me with my mug of coffee.

"We should do this more often, it was cool." He tells me with his mouth full.

I laugh softly. "Yeah it was nice all right."

"Maybe one day you and Lena will have a baby. That would be cool too."

"What would be cool?" asks Elena as she walks into the kitchen.

"That you'd have a baby." Jensen replies and I hold the mug to my lips to stop myself from laughing.

"Um okay." She seeks my gaze but I avoid it. "Jensen. Do you want waffles or pancakes?" She asks him suddenly to change the subject.

"No it's okay, Alpha Theo made me some toast."

"You can call me Theo, you know." I tell him as I put my mug down.

"Okay... Theo." He frowns. "No that sounds weird. I'll keep calling you Alpha Theo."

Elena stifles a laugh and sits down next to me with her coffee and I kiss her temple. A short time later, Finn and Caleb come downstairs as well.

Finn kisses Elena and Caleb is still very uncomfortable, even though they spent the night in the same bed.

**Elena**

After Jensen leaves, I make a phone call to Mary, the nurse who cares for my Uncle Arthur. Since being rejected, he has completely let himself go, refusing to eat or shift. He is in the full throes of depression and not being able to care for him full time, he lives in a werewolf nursing home. You'd never know how many werewolves need it. When I hang up, I look up and notice Caleb leaning against the door frame.

"Is everything okay?" He asks me as he approaches.

"Yeah, I was just checking on Arthur." I reply as he sits down next to me.

"He's not doing well." He tells me but it's not a question.

"Indeed." I stand up and look out the window. "He met his true mate two years ago. She was married and had kids so she rejected him and he hasn't been well since."

"I can imagine." He tells me softly.

"He had a serious breakdown and I couldn't take care of him full time and things were getting complicated. When I tried to get him to eat...he refused and I insisted...he could get violent. I know he wasn't really himself anymore because he would never do that." I feel two hands rest on my shoulders. "Matt helped me find a suitable facility...at least he has competent people to take care of him."

"How often do you get to see him?" He asks me after a moment.

"As often as I can. I went last weekend...he thought I was my mom. He called me Moira the whole time I was there."

"I have to say, you look a lot like her." He pauses. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

"Good thing Matt was there." His hands squeeze me slightly at my words. But it's the truth without him I wouldn't be where I am today. I won't stop talking about him to spare their egos.

"I'm sorry..."

I turn around and it cuts him off. "Listen. If we're going to do this you're going to have to stop apologizing at every turn and stop keeping your distance. If you do anything that bothers me or makes me uncomfortable I will tell you. Got it?"

He takes my face in his hands and his lips crash against mine. As one of his hands goes up into my hair behind my head, the second going down to my breast. I open my mouth slightly to give access to his tongue. My hands stay glued to his biceps and I moan as he strokes my nipple through my shirt. He breaks the kiss, we look into each other's eyes and for the first time I see his vulnerability and sincerity.

I pull him by the arms and crush my lips against his, he lifts me up by putting his hands under my ass and takes me to the bed. He puts me down gently and positions himself between my legs without ever breaking the kiss. I slide my hands under his shirt, going up from the hairline that comes out of his jeans, between the hollows of his abs and up to his pecs. He breaks the kiss to stand up and takes off his shirt. I sit up and he pulls mine off, then pulls off my pants and panties.

"You are gorgeous." He says as he devours me with his eyes.

He bends down and lines up his face with my pussy. I lay down completely and he licks my slit. His tongue is fucking magical. He sucks and nibbles on my clit, making me arch my back. He continues to lick and suck, I put my hand in his hair as I feel my orgasm approaching. He sucks one last time on my clit and I explode pulling his hair. I cum while screaming his name and he continues to lick me, prolonging my orgasm. When he finishes, he licks his lips and looks at me, his eyes full of lust.

"Finn is right, this is clearly the best dessert I've ever tasted." he tells me before getting off the bed to remove his jeans. He pulls my legs up until my ass is at the edge of the bed and stands, he positions his huge cock facing my entrance and enters with a jerk.

He tilts his head back, just long enough to let me get used to his cock, then he starts to rammed me, holding my legs up. I moan louder and louder, the position we're in makes me feel it really good.

"Fuck." He says as he looks down at my pussy and increases the intensity of his thrusts.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." I tell him as I arch my back. " Fuck Cal! Cal!" I cum, screaming his name.

It only takes a few more thrusts for him to grunt and pull his cock out to cum on my lower belly.

"You made a hell of a mess." He tells me with a smirk once we catch our breath. I look at him with a raised eyebrow, because I don't know what he's getting at. "You squirted."

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and start to stammer an apology but he cuts me off. "That's hot! Has that ever happened to you?" He asks as he leans over me.

"No." I reply, shaking my head.

"Fuck, that's even better. I'm the first one." He reaches up and pulls my arms up and kisses me.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He tells me, and we both go into the bathroom.