The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 22

His mate's soft embrace was a dream that he was sure to make a reality. Her small, chubby body in his arms. Her large breasts, pressing up against his ribs. Oh, how he wanted to take his hand and cover those firm breasts. To pinch the tips of her nipples, to only take them in his mouth and tease her with his tongue.

Eric shivered, imaging the sweet sounds of her moans. He could just barely hear her calling out his name, asking for complete bliss.

Eric's eyes grew heavy whiling thinking about how she would look like when she hit her climax. Would she scream? Would she pant while bringing her brows together? Would her body quiver underneath his body? Was she the type of girl who dug her nails into her male's back while squeezing her legs around his waist. Or was she the type of woman who did all of those things.

There was so much Eric wanted to know about his little mate. Her likes or her dislikes, he wanted to know everything about her. He even wanted to know about her dreams.

Eric knew that a lot of she-wolves wanted a mate and pups but how many pups did his mate want. She didn't like the fact that the two of them were mated so did that mean she didn't want his pups but someone else's. If not his pups then who? Her Alpha's? No, Eric wouldn't let that happen. He would never let his mate share a bed with another. She was his and his alone.

"What are you doing?" Ross yelled.

Eric looked over at the stove, glaring down at the frying pan. Eric glared at the now black eggs he had been cooking. They looked nothing like the eggs his cooks served him.

"Shit," Ross cursed, dashing to the other side of the counter.

Within a short period of time that Eric had thought about his mate, the eggs were as black as coal and the toaster was on fire.

Ross grabbed his apron and started to smack the flames that grew out of the toaster. Once the fire died down, both Ross and Eric glanced up at the ceiling to hear loud footsteps, coming towards the stairs, then the kitchen.

"We're fuck, dude," Ross muttered.

While Ross was already making his plans to run. Eric couldn't help but look at his little mate. She was beautiful. Her hair was a complete mess, a little drool that hit the corner of her lip to chin was dry. She wore a white oversized shirt with a coffee stain on it with a pair of black joggers.

"What the hell is all this?" She growled.

Ross didn't answer her but grab a coffee mug and placed it on the island that separated them from her. Eric was amazed at how fast Ross was pouring his sister a cup of coffee.

Then it hit Eric, rule number three no one is allowed to talk to her until she had her cup of coffee.

She watched Ross with a twitch in her one eye. Both Ross and Eric knew that a cup of coffee was not going to satisfy her this time.

"Yes," he stood more proudly towards his mate.

"Oh really," Eric held his breath as his mate smiled at him. And it wasn't the kind of smile he wanted to see.

"Oh shit," was the last thing Eric heard, coming from Ross when Eric's little mate grabbed him.

Blake glared at the King with fire in her eyes. That animal. He near burned down her house and thinks he could 'do as he pleases' with her. What an animal.

"Oh shit, oh shit. What are we going to do? Sis, you killed the King!" Ross yelled from outside.

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, "He'll be fine."

"He's not breathing," Her brother panicked.

"Then I guess that makes me Queen," Blake casually crossed her arms over her chest looking at her broken screen door. "My door," she sighed, this would be the second time this month, she had to fix a screen door.