When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 238

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Alpha Emris.

“You can get Jupiter or Creed to pick you up. I’m off to the mall-”

“You are not driving. Not while I know about.” I say it flatly, making a clicking sound that’s apparently telling her to get out of the driver’s seat. Demi doesn’t look me in the eye when she steps down but something instinctive closes the distance between us so I can help her off the running board of the jeep.

I hold on longer than I should because for the first time in two months, I know my mate’s scent again. Rust did well with that trick. And maybe I’m wrong…it’s probably more than twenty percent of my emotion that’s back. Considerably more. I’m staring at her lips without deciding to. Fuck. Awesome job, Rust.

I watched her the entire drive here. Every two minutes. The way she smacked her lips applying balm in the rear mirror. The way her hand went to her belly when I hit a bump in the road. The specific shape of the knitted pink skirt against her hips.

Goodness. Me.

I would be an idiot to not look at the little gestures she makes every minute. With emotions returning, I’m finding my mate more beautiful than any previous version of my emotions prepared me for.

The fearful pout when the nurse drew blood. The smile on her face when we heard the pup’s heartbeat. The way she held that brave face in Jasmine’s office while lying spectacularly to a medical professional about my anatomy.

Demetra’s voice is delicious. Her walk is even more delicious. Ever since my mind darkened, nothing has meant anything but devastatingly so, I find the crotchet skirt she’s wearing now emphasizes her hips as exactly what I remember from that dream

As I help her down, my eyes pierce into the cleavage of the knitted top with a butterfly at the center. Rust knew what memory to bring up to break down everything else.

Demetra walks away from me, and the departure instantly gets me cold. She sits herself and uses her seatbelt. We drive in silence, and when we get to the mall, I see her glare at me.

It’s that she’s not speaking. I know she likes to talk. Something about “Emris, I’ll teach you to have emotions again” and the rest of that crap.

When we get to the baby section of the mall, there are pregnant she–wolves everywhere…the majority of them with bumps. I tuck my phone into my pocket and immediately cannot find Demetra again.

I crane my neck past the couples cooing over a pair of socks when I see Demetra. I go behind her and see the blush on her face as she holds the cloth

up to me with a bright

But quickly pulls it back when she rememb

I put my hand on hers and take it from

have the

Motion to be happy with her.

It’s a onesie. The size of my palm. Mo. I see it, a smile breaks across my face and then laughter next, in a way I have

not felt in months.

Demetra chuckles with me.

“Was Amira that small?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She nods. “What about Milo?”

“Small too.” I go find a rack to place the onesie on it. I feel Demetra watching me do it. “Th

further along the rack.

“You think we’re having a girl?”

“I think so. From the heartbeat, it’s very similar to yours.”

“But do you want a girl?” Demetra asks, and I sense some sort of discomfort there.

one says daddy’s girl.” I point

“Why would you ask me that?” I mention, but she doesn’t say why. Instead, she places her fingers on mine, which sets me alight and rubs against me to push the rack. I follow her, and oh, softly it clicks.

“Because of Milo? You think I want a male because Milo isn’t mine-

“Emris, not that way. I didn’t mean it like that.”

I smile at the rack again, where there’s a little gorgeous gown that a princess of the Covenant Pack would love for her first birthday. And I feel something I haven’t felt since before the Den.

Excitement.

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Real excitement. The first wave of it connected to this pup specifically, flooding through me like something that’s been backed up behind a door that just opened. Vampyr may still be sitting heavy in my chest but my protective instinct toward my Luna and my children are finding their positions again.

Seems the memory of Demetra broke the other gateways.

“Hello, Luna Demetra. A staff member comes Infront of us with a bright smile. “Welcome, we didn’t realize the Alpha and Luna of the Black Covenant Pack would be visiting today. We’re holding a free breastfeeding class with our new pump range. We know you’re a busy working Luna. Would you like to join?”

“She would love to.” I say on Demetra’s behalf.

“Wonderful. Alpha, you’re welcome too… we teach fathers how to support the process. We’ll hold your cart. Right this way.” “Thank you.” I say as Demetra looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“There’s no way you have time for this.” She says as I steer her forward.

But I do have time. I woke up this morning and cleared my schedule. Really, all of it:

When we get to the sitting area, there are numerous couples seated next to each other, and we sit in the middle. There’s a mannequin to mimic a she–wolf, and I pay attention to what the instructors are saying until the end of it.

“So we want to make sure the fathers understand how to pump. We’re giving the product free to everyone who attended our little lesson… feel free to practice right now behind the curtains, Anyone interested?”

I raise my hand.

Demetra looks at me with an expression that cycles through appalled and bewildered simultaneously. I feel her grab my arm but it’s already too late.

“Emris, I know how to pump for moon sake!”

“But I don’t. What if you’re asleep and the pup needs milk? I could fix it nicely for you while you sleep and feed our little girl.” “Alpha.” The instructor smiles. “We have a private room for you and the Luna. Right this way. We’ll bring the set for you.” “Thank you.” I say and move my brows so Demetra gets up too.

We get into the private room, and the staff leave us be. I open the packaging and lay everything out exactly as the instructor demonstrated on the mannequin.

“Come on. I’m gonna practice.”

“Un–huh.”

“Un–huh what?”

“Go get yourself a mannequin.” She gives me the look that means she finds me ridiculous.

“You’re here.” I say simply.

“Emris-”

“It’s my pup’s food source. Stop treating it like I’m asking for something unreasonable.”

She folds her arms. I look at the pump components. I look at her. She’s wearing the knitted top with the butterfly bow at the center of her chest and I pull-

The moment I pull it, it releases her boobs that are held in the crotchet top. Demetra gasps, fixing her hand over.

“Can you stop fussing? Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah, when you were not a robot!”

I shift closer. “Come here. Please?” I add it because Rust is apparently giving vampyr manners now along with everything else it’s been returning.

I got my hand on Demetra’s back so she stays still. I reach for the pump, but stop when I realize she’s not wearing a bra under that top. Her tits are just there, held only by the thin crotchet fabric that’s doing a terrible fucking job of containing them.

I shift the crotchet top to the left, and the view of her titty is under my eyes now. White gravity–defying pairs. The kind that make a Trybrid’s blood run hot and his control snap.

They sit up high and proud, defying every law of nature. Her nipples are a soft delicate pink, like cherry blossoms in spring. The areola is the same perfect pink, a soft circle like a little flower bud in full bloom.

My mouth water like a barghest. I’ve seen them a thousand times but somehow feels like the first time all over again.

I brush my calloused thumb on Demetra so slowly. The rough of my battered fingers catch against her smooth, perfect

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flesh. I introduce her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeeze her sensitive tip gently and watch her squirm like a tomato-

“Em

I do it again like I’m testing how much she can take against the ruined landscape of my hands. Demetra’s hand grabs the back of my neck and that’s all the invitation I need.

My mouth clamps down and I take her into my mouth, sucking hard, tasting the salt of her skin as she arches into me. I suck again, swirling my tongue around the tip, flicking it in quick, rough strokes, flat and wide, then pointed and sharp. I drag the flat of my tongue against her pebble, then circle it slow, before flicking it fast enough to make her say my name. I graze my fangs against her as a reminder of exactly what kind of wolf is sucking her tits.

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Alpha Emris.

“You can get Jupiter or Creed to pick you up. I’m off to the mall-”

“You are not driving. Not while I know about.” I say it flatly, making a clicking sound that’s apparently telling her to get out of the driver’s seat. Demi doesn’t look me in the eye when she steps down but something instinctive closes the distance between us so I can help her off the running board of the jeep.

I hold on longer than I should because for the first time in two months, I know my mate’s scent again. Rust did well with that trick. And maybe I’m wrong…it’s probably more than twenty percent of my emotion that’s back. Considerably more. I’m staring at her lips without deciding to. Fuck. Awesome job, Rust.

I watched her the entire drive here. Every two minutes. The way she smacked her lips applying balm in the rear mirror. The way her hand went to her belly when I hit a bump in the road. The specific shape of the knitted pink skirt against her hips.

Goodness. Me.

I would be an idiot to not look at the little gestures she makes every minute. With emotions returning, I’m finding my mate more beautiful than any previous version of my emotions prepared me for.

The fearful pout when the nurse drew blood. The smile on her face when we heard the pup’s heartbeat. The way she held that brave face in Jasmine’s office while lying spectacularly to a medical professional about my anatomy.

Demetra’s voice is delicious. Her walk is even more delicious. Ever since my mind darkened, nothing has meant anything but devastatingly so, I find the crotchet skirt she’s wearing now emphasizes her hips as exactly what I remember from that dream.

As I help her down, my eyes pierce into the cleavage of the knitted top with a butterfly at the center. Rust knew what memory to bring up to break down everything else.

Demetra walks away from me, and the departure instantly gets me cold. She sits herself and uses her seatbelt. We drive in silence, and when we get to the mall, I see her glare at me.

It’s that she’s not speaking. I know she likes to talk. Something about “Emris, I’ll teach you to have emotions again” and the rest of that crap.

When we get to the baby section of the mall, there are pregnant she–wolves everywhere…the majority of them with bumps. I tuck my phone into my pocket and immediately cannot find Demetra again.

I crane my neck past the couples cooing over a pair of socks when I see Demetra. I go behind her and see the blush on her face as she holds the cloth up to me with a bright smile-

But quickly pulls it back when she remembers I don’t have the emotion to be happy with her.

I put my hand on hers and take it from her.

It’s a onesie. The size of my palm. Moment I see it, a smile breaks across my face and then laughter next, in a way I have not felt in months.

Demetra chuckles with me.

“Was Amira that small?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She nods. “What about Milo?”

r

“Small too.” I go find a rack to place the onesie on it. I feel Demetra watching me do it. “That one says daddy’s girl.” I point further along the rack.

“You think we’re having a girl?”

“I think so. From the heartbeat, it’s very similar to yours.”

want a girl?” Demetra asks, and I sense some sort of discomfort there.

ask me that?” I mention, but she doesn’t say why. Instead, she places her fingers on mine, which sets me

ainst me to push the rack. I follow her, and oh, softly it clicks.

You think I want a male because Milo isn’t mine-“.

didn’t mean it like that.”

again, where there’s a little gorgeous gown that a princess of the Covenant Pack would love for her first el something I haven’t felt since before the Den.

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Real excitement. The first wave of it connected to this pup specifically, flooding through me like something that’s been

backed up behind a door that just opened. Vampyr may still be sitting heavy in my chest but my protective instinct toward my Luna and my children are finding their positions again.

Seems the memory of Demetra broke the other gateways.

“Hello, Luna Demetra. A staff member comes infront of us with a bright smile. “Welcome, we didn’t realize the Alpha and Luna of the Black Covenant Pack would be visiting today. We’re holding a free breastfeeding class with our new pump range. We know you’re a busy working Luna. Would you like to join?”

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