Scattered Siblings 3: To Mate a Werewolf Read Free Page B

smile. Joel had already heard troopers grousing about the overnight drop in standards.
    When he last visited the camp, the sway of Ellie’s hips had fascinated him. Last time? Don’t lie. Every time more like . As always he’d hurried through his business and left, but he’d fantasized over her curves for days. He’d wanted to swat her rounded ass. Chasing her through the woods would have been good too. When he caught her, he’d have ground his cock in her pussy’s damp heat, just as he had on the cliff top.
    Even as he’d dreamed about taking her, he knew any relationship with Ellie was doomed from the start. That woman was too tempting a morsel, so rather than fuck her, he’d stayed away from the camp. He loved the Tundra Toughs’ squad since it was made up of his pack mates, but as Grand Marshal of the Lykae forces, his business kept him at court. When his father had written and begged again him to take over as alpha, he’d resigned his commission. He’d had to wait until King Caleb had appointed his successor, but now Joel was free to go home and start his new life. He just owed his men a final duty visit.
    His inner wolves howled inside him, eager for another glimpse of Ellie. His human side insisted he keep his hands, and his cockstand, to himself.
    Ellie wasn’t his mate, just a nubile female who made his cock swell. Hell, every time he jerked off, he pictured himself feasting on her pussy or sucking her breasts. He’d loved the way her heels dug into his thighs, and the image of her black hair in sexy disarray was forever sealed in his brain.
    He’d cared for Ellie since he’d first laid eyes on her. That night when she’d been drugged into sexual heat, he’d wanted her in the worst way. He’d not taken advantage of her then. Instead he’d gotten through it by telling himself she was his little sister, and he’d worked hard to make the idea stick. Until today.
    After her rescue, Joel had conscripted her into the Lykae forces. A trained chef, she’d had slipped into the Lykae mess hall. She’d cleaned, polished, and cooked. He’d understood it was her way of coping and left her to it. Once the Lykae soldiers tasted her cooking, they’d eased up on the all-elves-suck thing. It had taken a while, but gradually they’d adopted her as their own. Those two years of military training had stiffened her spine and honed her survival skills, he hoped.
    With hindsight, he should have made Ellie mix with more of his pack. She’d been so delighted the soldiers ignored her scars that she’d stayed close to the camp, even when she had leave due. Her favorite leisure pursuit always involved sitting in the sun with a good book. Her least enjoyable pastime? Honing her fighting skills against Lykae trainers. They’d prattled on about exceptional knife skills, but she was a cook. Of course she could use a knife.
    Since his diplomatic duties kept him away, he’d demanded regular updates on her progress. Something about her had gotten under his skin, but it wasn’t as if she was his true mate or anything. He’d know if she was. Finding a mate didn’t even make his to-do list. To a player like him, the whole ideasucked. Besides he’d blown it when he screwed her, but damn he liked her better as a lover than a pretend sibling. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t have touched her, not when it messed up her future.
    He was an alpha wolf with responsibilities and a pack to run. Besides, there were so many women out there, how could he tie himself to just one for all eternity? Joel preferred endless variety and no-strings sex. Why would he lose himself in one woman when he could sample so many? Maybe with Ellie… No! A half Elf mating with a pack alpha? Unheard of!
    Ellie wasn’t his mate, he felt certain of that. He just needed to look out for her after everything she’d been through. His alpha nature demanded he protect her, but fucking her had put the kibosh on that.
    Joel had known Ellie on and off for almost