Terry Spear - Destiny of the Wolf

Connor, the most light-hearted one of the bunch, looked Darien’s way. For the briefest of moments, he appeared sad, but he quickly hardened his expression and turned away.

Yep, ripples of dissent were already stirring, but Darien had dealt with problems like these for years. He’d deal with these, too.

Lelandi looked up at Darien and smiled, not in a sweetly innocent way, but in one that said she wanted some alone time with him. He rubbed her arm and leaned over and gave her a kiss.

Sam quit orating a story and Darien looked up and found every eye in the room on him.

“Lelandi’s feeling tired.”

Several smiled.

He rose from the couch with Lelandi. Loving every bit of her, the feral and the tame, he swept her up in his arms to whoops and cheers and headed to the stairs.

“You are so subtle, you know?” she said in a harsh, low voice.

He grinned. “You should be proud of me. I didn’t say I was taking you to bed to ravish you.”

She groaned and he laughed.

Several downstairs laughed and Sam began telling another story. And Darien, well, he was going to make sure Carol’s prediction came true. In nine months, he’d be cradling an armful of triplets. God, how he loved Lelandi. His dream had finaly been realized.

“About Carol,” Lelandi said as Darien deposited her on the bed.

He growled low. “Now is not the time to discuss pack business.” He straddled her, his rock-hard erection straining for release, and she gave him a coy smile.

“This is pack business,” she reminded him.

“Believe me, from now on I’ll be taking care of a lot more of this kind of business.”

“Darien, I was thinking. I want to be a psychologist.”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“You’d have to go away to college. So no.” His dark eyes challenged her as he quickly divested her of her clothes.

“I can take it online. When Larissa needed help, a psychologist had to come from Green Valley.” Lelandi ran her fingers through Darien’s silky hair, but she could tell from his hard expression, he wasn’t buying her pitch.

“I still say no.” He jerked off his shirt.

“Why?”

He climbed off the bed and ditched his boots and jeans. “I don’t want you talking to crazy people.” Returning to bed, he leaned next to her, and massaged her breast. “They can become infatuated with their doctor, believing the doctor loves them because she listens to their concerns, she cares about them. And one as attractive as you...” He shook his head.

“I could help people deal with grief and all kinds of different anxieties. I need to have something to do.”

His hand shifted to her belly, and he caressed her with a gentle touch. “You’ll have plenty to do.”

She growled.

He grunted. “All right. Get your degree online, and then you can see female patients, only.”

She laughed. “I can just hear what your people will say.”

“ Our people. If a guy wants to see you, he’ll have to request an audience with either me or one of my brothers first.”

“That’Il cut down the number of male patients I get.”

He offered a devilish smile.

She touched his face, then leaned over to kiss his lips. “Hmm, Darien, my dream lover. Make the dream come true again.”

“It already has, sweet Lelandi. It already has.”

With that, he swept her into their own private world, vowing to take her for a romp in the woods in their wolf states later that evening to fulfill Carol’s prediction that men and women dressed in wolf skins made love beneath the pale light of the moon.

The End