Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
“Surely she’s not going to want to scare me off when Kodak needs to claim I’m his mate for his super plan.” Their winces said that wouldn’t be the case.
“Need a Warner? Now that’s a joke.” The deep voice belonged to a male who, though nowhere near as good-looking or muscular as Kodak, bore a few similarities to him. He had the same strong nose and chin, the same artic blue eyes, the same height. Whereas Kodak’s dark scowl somehow looked good on him, it made this guy look creepy. She only had to look at his posture and the flash of bitterness in his eyes to know the guy had a chip on his shoulder. She had to wonder just what that chip was all about. He took a seat beside Lydia and then glared at Lovette. “We don’t need a Warner, and we don’t need a latent.”
“I don’t need your approval,” retorted Lovette. “So fuck off.” That seemed to surprise him, but she wasn’t under the illusion that it would shut him up.
Grace sighed. She didn’t appear any happier by his presence than Lovette was. “That’s Kirk, Brock’s son, so he’s sort of Kodak’s cousin.” She mouthed, ‘And an asshole’.
His nostrils flared as he looked at Lovette. “If you think we’re all going to bow down to a Warner then think again.”
Lovette smiled at Grace. “Isn’t it great when just your very existence infuriates someone? You’ve got to love that kind of power.”
The sound of very merry whistling was soon followed by the entrance of Marcus and Trick. One look at the marks on her body and that clown grin took over Marcus’ face. Trick simply snickered.
“Hey little sister.” Trick ruffled Grace’s hair, earning himself a scowl and a smack on the shoulder.
“Go, sit, eat, don’t bother me,” she grumbled. Chuckling, he took a seat at the table and practically attacked the plate piled with slices of cold meet. “Here,” said Grace as she handed Marcus a goody bag. “See you later.”
Marcus opened it and sighed happily. “Is it wrong that I’d sell my soul for your cooking? If you weren’t already mated I’d snap you up.”
Grace rolled her eyes but a blush stained her cheeks. Lovette couldn’t blame her – the guy was seriously hot. Hell, all the enforcers were. “He’s guarding the gate today so he only has time to pop in and out,” she explained to Lovette after he had left the room.
Lovette looked up as Dante entered and went straight to the jug of coffee. He poured some into a Bart Simpson mug, inhaled the aroma deeply, and then took a sip. It was only then that he turned to everyone, apparently now equipped to interact with others as he had caffeine in his system. The instant he saw her he almost choked on his drink. She would have said she didn’t look that bad, but she did.
“Now I know why you kept yelling at him for biting you.” At her raised brow, he explained while grinning wickedly, “As Beta, my room’s next to the Alpha’s. How does he look?”
“You’ll see for yourself, won’t you.” In truth, she hadn’t marked Kodak. Her wolf had wanted her to, had desperately tried to surface in response to Lovette’s resistance. But no chance was Lovette going to encourage his wolf’s sense of possessiveness by marking him back, not when this was temporary. Also, it would be easier on her wolf when they separated if she hadn’t branded him. It would be easier on Lovette too. Kodak hadn’t questioned her about it or urged her to mark him so she could conclude from that that he was on the same wavelength.
Dante took another swig of his coffee. “I said that Kodak – although he’s not usually possessive – would mark you up proper. The others, including Kodak, thought he would be able to rein it in because you aren’t true mates. I have to say that I’m kind of enjoying that I was right.”
“Your life is that sad?”
“You don’t get it. Kodak never marks his women. He’s always teased us whenever we’ve gotten even the slightest bit possessive with our partners. I’m just enjoying how the tables have turned.”
“To be fair,” said Trick, pausing in the demolishing of his cereal, “it’s a little different since he mated her.”
Dante looked about to say something but was distracted by the entrance of Ryan, Dominic, Tao and Kodak. Ryan acknowledged her with a grunt, Dominic with a teeny nod, and Tao with a fierce scowl.
“Yes it is a fabulous morning and yes I did have an amazing sleep, thank you,” she said to them sweetly.
Just for the hell of it, Kodak delivered a sharp nip to her bottom lip before taking a seat at the table with the others. Inwardly he frowned at this strange primal urge that he had to be close to her and touch her. Naturally he ignored it, but his irritation remained. Kodak hadn’t hungered for touch for a long time and he didn’t like the idea that that might be changing.
He hadn’t been too pleased when he woke up to find himself alone. He’d originally hoped to taste her this morning since oral sex had been out of the question last night while she was battling his dominance so hard. He hadn’t been able to pin her down to taste her and he certainly hadn’t been interested in risking sliding his dick between those snapping teeth. Damn if their battles for dominance hadn’t been the hottest thing ever though.
Dante leaned back in his seat, smiling at Kodak. “So…how come you didn’t mark her?”
Low laughs filled the room but Kodak just ignored them. Okay he’d probably gone a little too far, but he simply liked the look of his mark on Lovette’s flesh. Once he’d gotten passed that annoyance with himself for his urge to do it, he hadn’t held himself back.
“Poor girl looks like she had a fight with a vampire. Oh and you, Lovette, damn you can curse. What did she call you at one point, Kodak? Oh that was it. A motherfucking ass-licking sod of a cock-sucking goddamn bitch.” Grace and Lydia laughed.
“I’m an expressive person,” she said with an innocent shrug.
“I especially liked the part when she threatened to slice your cock off in your sleep if you didn’t stop spanking her. So where did she mark you?”
Kodak knew the question was rhetorical. Females tended to mark their males around the groin and obviously Dante figured that was the case with Lovette. Rather than correct him, he allowed him to think that. He wasn’t sure why she hadn’t marked him. Oh she’d nipped him and scratched him a few times through the night, but it had only ever been in retaliation and it was never deep enough to even draw blood, let alone mark.
His wolf didn’t like it, and Kodak was pretty sure that her wolf wouldn’t be too pleased about it either. Maybe she would do it when the battles for dominance had eased, he mused. He didn’t bother asking himself why he even gave a shit. This mating stuff fucked with the brain.
“How does it feel to have a female who won’t bow down to you?” Dante’s grin was roguish.
Kodak returned the grin. “It makes life interesting.” Very interesting.
“I don’t know how you can fuck a Warner,” snarled Kirk.
An unnerving growl filled the sudden silence and Lovette’s wolf began pacing and releasing a growl of her own as if to back up her mate.
Kodak’s entire focus was on a fidgety Kirk. “Don’t. Insult. Lovette. Again.” Just like last night, the very idea of anyone insulting her made his blood boil.
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