224 Pure and Chaste
“I still say she should come back home, just to rest for a few days,” Bell insisted.
“I already asked her,” Galen smiled, imagining the adorable pout she had on her face.
“And?” Bell asked.
“And she said that leaving now would feel like an insult to Summer,” Galen replied. “Like she is telling us that she doesn’t feel safe or comfortable within our territory.”
“Sounds like her.”
Galen laughed.
“Has there been any word from Caleb and Axel? Do you know when they are coming back yet?” Bell asked.
Galen sighed.
“I called because I miss my wife,” he sighed with a dramatic pout. “But all you want to do is talk about the other people you miss.”
Bell let out a soft giggle at his playful sulk.
“I miss my big puppy too… very much,” Bell replied, emphasizing the last two words. “But if I recall, you are right in the middle of something, aren’t you?”
“I’m waiting for the arrival of the wolf Caleb sent to stay here for a while,” he replied. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t take the time to appreciate my wife.”
“No, but it does mean that I can’t tell you exactly how much I miss my husband,” Bell said, taking a devilish tone toward the end. “How much I miss every part of him… his hands, his mouth, his–”
Galen cleared his throat, and Bell let out a laugh.
“See,” Bell said with a smile in her voice.
“You don’t play fair,” Galen said, holding back his smile.
“You like it,” Bell purred. “Especially when it means you get to do ‘things’ to me.”
Galen let out a soft growl before taking a deep breath.
“With you,” he said in a throaty whisper. “I prefer to do them with you.”
Bell was quiet for a moment. But he heard her soft breaths on the other end of the line.
“What do you like to do with me?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t playful anymore. Instead, it was low and warm with a soft intake of air at the end of her sentence.
She was aroused. Galen couldn’t hold back as another thick growl rose from his throat. He brought his hand up and bit down on his index finger as he took a deep breath through his nose.
“Bell…” he whispered, a bit deeper than he intended.
“Mmhmm…” she hummed into his ear.
Galen licked his lips which had suddenly gone very dry.
“You know… you know I want to have this conversation; I love these conversations with you….” Galen managed to say.
Bell giggled softly, a playful laugh that danced in his ear and through his body. He groaned.
“It’s a bad time…” he whispered.
“How bad?” Bell whispered.
He could almost feel the heat of her breath, the touch of her lips against his ear.
Galen stood up straight and cleared his throat.
“Bell…”
“So, you don’t want to take the time to appreciate me?” Bell whispered.
“I know you’re just messing with me,” Galen growled.
Bell laughed.
“Only a little,” she said sweetly.
Galen growled with frustration.
“The next time I see you,” he growled, “I’m not letting you leave the bedroom for three days.”
“Promises, promises,” Bell sang back.
Galen shook his head and took another deep breath.
‘Goddess, I love this woman,’ he smiled to himself.
In the distance, he saw a signal telling him a car was coming up the road.
“Bell, I have to go. My guest has arrived.” ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
“Alright, give me a call before bed,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Galen smiled before hanging up the phone.
He straightened his back and dusted off his shirt. Standing at attention to receive the alpha’s daughter.
“It’s about time…” Clara said as she walked up beside him.
“What do you mean?” Galen asked, looking at his watch. The car was arriving right on time.
“Do you know how long I have been standing just back there waiting for your ‘way too intimate for a way too public setting’ call to be over?”
Galen felt the flush spread over him like a wildfire.
“You… heard… that?” he asked.
Clara nodded.
“Oh, Goddess…” Galen whispered as he turned away from her.
“Three days, huh?” Clara asked with a bright smile. “That’s some endurance… way to go, big guy!”
“Could you not?” Galen growled.
“Ok, ok, I’m just saying that’s a long time… I mean, I know we’re wolves, so like stamina, yes, high sex drive, oh my Goddess, yes!”
“Clara!” Galen snapped. Now very closely resembling a ripe tomato.
Clara pursed her lips together.
“Sorry,” she whispered quickly.
They stood together awkwardly as the car came closer. It still had the last gate before it would reach them.
“Sorry, but I just have to ask–”
Galen growled. The look he gave told her in no uncertain terms that he would not like to continue the conversation or answer any questions about his sex life.
Clara raised her eyebrows and motioned to lock her lips and throw away the key.
Galen cleared his throat.
“The wolf we expect, Nessa, is the daughter of Alpha Jonas of Broken Crag. Although we do not know for how long, she will be staying with us for a while. Alpha Caleb wants her treated with respect. She is interested in computer science and has been given basic and privileged access to those systems.”
“Did you know that Nessa is a variant of the name Agnes? Which means pure, or chaste,” Clara asked with a bright smile.
“Did you look that up when I told you her name yesterday?” Galen asked.
“I just wanted to make sure we have something to talk about when I give her the tour,” Clara mumbled as she looked away.
“So, you plan to talk to her about her name meaning chaste?”
“And pure,” Clara corrected.
“Clara, do you really think she’ll be interested in knowing the meaning of her name?”
“You never know, she could be very interested in the origin of–” Clara paused. Then, she started to look all around them.
“What is it?” Galen asked, looking for what it was that had caught her attention.
“I… don’t know…” she said. She was unable to focus on what Galen was saying to her.
“Clara, what’s wrong?” Galen asked, taking a step closer to her.
“I… I… what is that smell?” Clara asked, her breathing getting ragged.
“Clara?” Galen called to her.
Clara was breathless, her gaze seemed unfocused, and she began to let out soft whimpers. Galen stepped forward and reached a hand toward her shoulder. A hand that was quickly grabbed and shoved away by someone else.
He turned to see a tall, curvy woman with red and black hair tied back in two french braids. She stared at Clara with a look Galen had seen only once before.
During the full moon, when Caleb begged to be put in chains.
“Holy… shit…” Clara panted. “Are you… my… mat–”
Her words were cut off by Nessa’s mouth, locking her into a passionate kiss, which Clara was more than happy to reciprocate.
Galen turned to give the new mates some privacy.
“Pure and chaste… sure,” Galen laughed as he walked away.