When she responded, her voice was the same, growling and rough. “You better tell me your name first, then.”
“Trent,” he said automatically. “Trent Burbank.”
He moved her hair out of the way as he told her his name, and then the growling really amped up. He knew it was coming from him, but he was so consumed by the need to bite, to take, to claim, to mark, that the noise almost seemed to be coming from somewhere else.
Her desk was close by and he maneuvered her next to it, pressing her against it, bending her over it, nudging his cock between her legs, reveling in the soft, sweet, wetness of her, his eyes on her shoulder, his canines growing long in his mouth—
“Upstairs,” she said. “If Troy and Reed look this way, they’ll see us,” she said, and her voice was breathy, like she didn’t want to care, but she couldn’t help but care.
“They won’t see us,” he said. “They’re leaving.” He held onto his control, calling his brother inruhias he prepared to give his mate what she needed.
You’ve got to go somewhere, Troy. Out front, in the car, in the shed, somewhere. Just give me an hour. I’ll tell you when it’s clear.
Troy laughed in his head.You sound a little desperate there, bro. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.
Trent was silently grateful for that. He ran his hands down his female’s back, grasping her hips, manhandling her exactly how he wanted her—
A great ripping noise came from the back, sounding almost like a tornado touching down.
Rowan gasped and pushed herself up to see out the back windows. She found the towel and pulled it around her. “What in the hell is that?” she said.
No, Trent thought, as he lost his moment. He was going to beat his brother’s ass for this bullshit.
But then he saw what Rowan was staring at, and the thought evaporated into wonder.
44 - So Much Fucking Destiny
Outside, just inside the tree line, was a high and gorgeous tree house that no man or woman ever could have made. By the light of the moon Trent could see the floor, walls, and ceiling of the tree house were all made of thick branches like logs that actually curved between and around trees, making the general shape of a house suspended high up off the ground.
Trent could only stare at it, amazed. Rowan, towel wrapped around her, walked on bare feet to the sliding glass door and touched it lightly while she also stared at the living tree house. Round steps were slotted one above the other from the ground to the entrance. They watched as Troy picked up Reed and ran up them, both of them laughing and not looking nearly as amazed as Trent felt.
“It’s a…” Rowan said, but the thought fell short. She continued to stare.
“You could probably do that,” Trent said absently, not realizing what he was saying. “That or something like it. Do you know what your power is yet?”
“Power.” she said, still facing the window. Her voice was flat, with no trace of her earlier desire.
Trent stood where he was, naked, his stance wide, his erection a throbbing reminder of what he would rather be doing at just that moment. He stared at his female’s back and tried to think of what to say next. The towel did not cover her legs or her shoulders, and they distracted him endlessly.
Troy, how did you tell Reed what she was, and what you are?he called to his brother.
Troy answered right away.You better ask Trevor how he did it. I fucked it up three or four times.
Rowan turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. “Power.” She said again, prompting him.
He told her plainly. “Your father was an angel. He gave you a power of some sort and left that angel-wolf pendant with your mother. He influenced her to name you the way she did.”
She stared at him for a few moments and he could see her brilliant brain working furiously.
“Why?” she finally said, arms still crossed over the towel covering her body.
“So you could be my mate.”
“And you can turn into a wolf.”
It wasn’t a question. He nodded. He grinned. He couldn’t help it. This was going way better than he had expected it to.
She walked closer to him, wonder in her expression, raising one feminine hand into the air like she was going to touch his face. Instead, she touched one of his too-long, ready-to-bite-her canines. Trent kissed her finger, maneuvering around his fangs. He stroked his erection with his right hand, wanting his female. She stilled his hand, then took over for him.Ahhh.It felt good, but he resisted how good it felt. He wantedinsidehis female.
