"Male..." her voice soft and timid broke through his sleep induced haze.

With a groan, he slowly opened his eyes, and they focused on shapely legs. Stretching, he groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again. Groggy and exhausted, he lay there.

"Male..." her voice sweet yet more anxious, called to him. Squinting, he looked up again. With a sigh, he plopped his head back on the pillow.

"It's Maddox, Hannah," he murmured gently looking at her.

She stood silently at his side of the bed. Fidgeting and looking at him.

Silently they stared at one another.

He realized that it'd been days since she finally stood before him. Yes... days.

Since their confrontation in the gym and the passionate kiss that followed, he was yet interrupted again by Brody. And...She got away.

Caught red-handed with his hands in the cookie jar; he was so close to taking her to the floor, and she would have let him.

Then he lost track of her. She had avoided him for three whole days. She was probably embarrassed. Oddly enough though, he sensed her around. From his office, out on the trail in the forest, even in his sleep and her scent enveloped him everywhere.

And now the little lamb was in the wolf's den. Looking ready to bolt.

But she needed something.

He waited and refrained from the urge to grab her and roll her in the bed beneath him.

Like the very first night they met.

"Male?-"  Hannah began again.

"Maddox," he corrected once more.

"I am hungry," she admitted quietly.

"Then go ahead to the kitchen and find something to eat." he said.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You told me not to touch anything in the kitchen."

He sighed and gently sat up.

She was right.

Silence lay heavily between them as they watched each other.

Her eyes rested absently on his bare muscled chest, and they climbed their way slowly up to his corded neck and his chiseled jaw. She then gathered up the courage to settle her attention on his now intense gaze.

He took in the length of her; still in her nightgown. He needed to look away from the enticing view. He reached over for his phone and checked the time.

7:40 am

One thing was for sure. She was an early riser.

Blowing out a deep breath, he focused on her again.

"What would you like to eat?" he stood slowly and walked to the end of his bed and picked up his t-shirt.

She trailed his every move and nibbled on her lips in the process.

"The breakfast," she said.

"Of course the breakfast. But what? Waffles, eggs, grits...," he paused. She had no clue what he was asking.

He let out another breath. And paused at her disconcerting glance. "You want me to choose?" His gaze turned tender.

She nodded.

He turned to walk out and felt her following him. He stopped.

He turned to look at her.
His gaze traveled the length of her. He will be damned if she walks like this into the kitchen. Lately, this possessive protective nature within him for her has increased ten-fold.

"Why don't you sit here and watch television," He took her arm and steered her back towards his bed, snagging the remote as he sat her on the edge. She looked on as, he flipped through the channels, ultimately settling for an old Spongebob Squarepants rerun.

"Here," he placed the remote at her side.

"Watch this while I get your breakfast," He turned to go, but paused to level a stern finger at her. "Don’t . move"

She watched as he left, closing the door behind him.

She picked up the peculiar object at her side and aimed it at the television, just as he had done and pressed the buttons.

He made his way towards the kitchen, where he felt relieved that no one was there. He made his way and began to take things out of the refrigerator and pulled out some pans.

He started on the eggs while water boiled for the grits. He was so lost in what he was doing he didn't realize he had company until they were at his side.

"Is that a smile I see on your face," Nikki chided.

He looked at her. He had a chipper attitude; he noticed after she smiled.

"What do you want Nikki. Don't you have some other poor soul to torture? He sighed.

She tilted her head to the side in thought. "No, not really. Majority of everyone is out, and Brody is still asleep upstairs."

She pulled away from his side, and they fell into an easy conversation as always while she began a pot of coffee.

"Brody told me what happened the other day," she mumbled cooly pulling out cups and plates.

"Of course he did. I can imagine the pack must know by now since Sam and Philip caught us first," he murmured.

She gasped with surprise. "Wow!"

"Maddox?" she stood beside him. Her gaze softened.
"A thought came to me," she paused. "We noticed your odd behavior for some time now," she fixed him with smile as he glared at her.

"Don't start," he warned. He watched the knowing giddy smile form on her face.

"Is she?" she was sporting the face of a child anxious to open her birthday present.

He paused. Why deny the obvious?

He said nothing but it was as if he  shouted it to the heavens and she was hopping up and down like a crazy fan at a concert.

"I knew it. It was thick in the air. I could tell the moment she came." she blurted out and grabbed him in a choking hug not aware of her wolf strength until some bones popped and he coughed.

She let him go and giggled singing
"you have a mate,"  as he scowled at her.

"Does she know?" she asked.

The truth is he didn't know if she knew what they were. She isn't a wolf.

"I don't know." he sighed, tossing the bacon into the pan.

Before she could say anything, Brody stumbled in to the kitchen with a look of intrigue that disappeared as he saw Maddox.

The look on Brody's face was comical.

"What's wrong?" Nikki asked as Maddox turned away to look at the bacon.

"I...I thought you were in your room, Bro," he frowned at Maddox.

"Me...why?" He looked over his shoulders.

"It's the...," Brody cleared his throat. trying in vain not to smile and hold a straight face.

"What is it?" Maddox turned off the stove.

"I thought you were busy. You know..With a girl..," he scratched his nose. " With the moaning and screams, I thought..." he said, looking down rubbing his neck.

"Hannah's in my room...," Maddox stated then he paused.

Then he cursed.

"Son of a...watch the grits," he stormed off taking the stairs in two's.

He made it to his door in time to hear the sounds loud and clear.
Oh! God yes...
Harder...
Harder...

His face warmed as he pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The gush of her emotions hit him like an avalanche.

Her wide eyed gaze was fixated on the screen as female breasts bounced up and down, followed by gasps and masculine grunts pumped from the televisions speakers.

The skin on skin slapping, topped it all.

Too engrossed in the images, she never saw him enter.

Slowly he made his way to the bed in front of her and gently plucked the remote from her hands then turned off the television.

She blinked then, still lost in the heady aftermath of what she was watching.

Flushed, she finally noticed him, and she nibbled on her lips. But then her eyes rose to his with a sparkle. He sighed, suddenly realizing all the questions she would be hitting him with shortly regarding the movie’s colorful and explicit content.

True curiosity in it's sincerest form looked up to him. She looked achingly beautiful and unbelievably timid into his eyes.

"Ma..Maddox," she said his name softly with her head tilted to the side.

He bit back a grin and held her gaze.

"The male...was doing the most peculiar thing to the female..." She said. He could hear her heart rate pick up.

"She seemed to enjoy it." she squirmed.

He remained silent. His gut clenched at her words. Blinding and penetrating desire shot through him.

If he didn't speak, he was liable to do something crazy- like tumble her back into his bed and put the video she watched to shame.

His gaze lowered to her lips, a gripping, crippling ache begged him to just take her. Taste her. 

A tingle shot through her, unabashed lust she could not understand. But it was strong. So strong that he could tell. Her lips parted. Mesmerized by the way his eyes glowed a warm Amber gold.

"M..Maddox," she said breathlessly.

But before she knew it, he was on her. His lips caught hers just as he pressed her back to the sheets and lowered his body over hers.

He growled softly, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned against him, gripping his hair pulling him closer and deepened the kiss.

"Who the hell is she?"

Maddox froze, and Hannah stiffened.
He pulled away, his breath coming in pants to match hers.
He let out a growl then pulled away and stood, blocking her from Hannah.

"Why are you here, Miranda?"

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