True mates Book Two of Ozark Wolves
Chapter 42: Make Up

Alexandria examined her arm where the graze of whatever had happened. Hissing a little. It had been five hours. Enough already. She did not hurt. There was no residual feelings. The brothers healed fast so she only had seconds to wait for the pain to subside. Margarette was outside the door when the brothers climbed the stairs single file. "Cautionary word of advice. Next time you decide to take your frustrations out on each other like that remember the bond with Alexandria. She has felt every blow." She was not angry. But she was not thrilled either. This will make it harder for them. She and Marcus shared the same deep bond. "But that should push you further in a fight if it comes to it. To keep from taking blows. Because everyone you three feel. She too feels." Then opened the door for them to file into the spacious living quarters. Kissing each on the cheek as they passed her. "Make sure you make it up to her later." Margarette added.

They looked questioningly around the large living room for her. "Kitchen, sons." Marcus said helpfully. He and Kenneth were playing backgammon at the coffee table. "Grandmother made you chicken parmesan." The brothers grinned and almost raced each other to the kitchen. Marcus grinned after them shaking his head.

Alexandria's laugh was heard before they reached the doorway down a hall that led to the master bedroom and bath. It was only a one bed, one bath place but the kitchen, dining room, and living room were huge to accommodate a large family gathering. They entered the kitchen and her side. "Are you okay?" They asked.

"Of course." She said still laughing at something Myrtle had said about Marcus as a pup. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Mother told us. We are sorry." William said as he dropped to his haunches next to her chair. Their wolves were brushing up against hers for forgiveness and reassurance. William's eyes were calm again but concerned.

Alexandria touched each one of their cheeks gently. "I am fine. It was just a shock at first. No damage and certainly no residual. Dinner is almost ready. Go and wash up." She smiled and kissed each one gently. They did as she said. After they left the room she waved her hand in front of her nose and winced. They needed showers bad.

"They have a spare set of clothes in the linen closet." Myrtle said laughing. "And a bucket full of their favorite bathing stuff."

"I get the first shower, asshole." Quincy's voice came up the hall.

"Snooze, loose, brother," William's laugh followed. Alexandria sat there in a daze for a second. She could recognize their voices individually from a distance. Without seeing them.

"The Moon has truly blessed your mating, child." Myrtle said after a moment of watching her granddaughter. "Only a week and you can do that." She smiled and returned to her stove. The timer for the oven went off at that second. "Perfect. It will have time to cool a little. Lets the cheese set up beautifully."

William was the first one out. Rick was the last one in. All of them only taking ten minutes in the shower to quickly hose off. Alexandria laughed when William first appeared with a towel around his neck and stepped close to her to brush some droplets from his hair on her playfully.

"First one done gets to set the table," Myrtle grinned at the scene. He was calmer now. A little carefree even. Playful. He had not been these things before. Serious and anxious. He grinned and took the plates with the silverware and napkins on them from the end of the island in the kitchen.

"Yes, Grandmother." Then disappeared to the next room where a huge twelve man dining room table set. A soft oriental rug was underneath it and a small chandelier had an ambience setting was center with it. Quincy arrived in the dining room with glasses for each setting. Rick with the pitchers of water and tea with a bottle of wine for their parents and grandparents.

"So what are we going to do to make that up?" Rick asked his brothers. "I am out of ideas."

"Bowling." William said. "We could take her bowling. We are still in town and it has been too long since I kicked your asses. She will have a blast."

"Agreed on the last but need I remind you, brother. I won last time." Quincy said.

"Fine, and no you did not. I did a perfect score the last time assholes." Rick put in. "Milkshakes too. She needs some chocolate in her life." William and Quincy nodded and returned to kitchen to pitch their idea to her.

Dinner was easy and the conversation and food was delightful. Alexandria had not had laughed so hard in her life. The family trading anecdotes and family stories. Sharing memories and passing the dishes around for second, third, and fourth helpings. She was able to forget her anxiety and fear. Was able to just live in the moment surrounded by love and family.

After supper the brothers and her did the dishes to help their grandmother and then kissed everyone goodbye. "Text us if there is any whiff of trouble." Margarette said to her boys. "We are already in the Victorian and not far from the bowling alley."

"Yes, Mother." They said as one and escorted Alexandria down to William's car. Taking the same way out as they had in. William first to the driver's door to hit the fob and open the car. Quincy and Rick with her protectively in between them.

Rick was behind her this time. Playing with her hair. She loved it when they played with her hair. She was considering letting it grow out. William's hand was on her thigh as he drove. Quincy had her left hand on his thigh making small circles on her wrist with his thumb. The sensations of them touching her chilling and thrilling her.

She sat laughing and sipping her triple chocolate shake as Rick and William switched places. William doing a victory dance when he scored yet another strike. Giant teenagers. All three. But damn they could move. They had paid for four games. She had played one and had decided to sit out the next two enjoying just watching them. Their tight polos accentuating their tight muscles. After each of their turns they would join her for a kiss and a seat with an arm around her. She constantly had two at her side.

"Hello, handsome." A woman's voice said behind their booth as William stood to take his turn while Rick joined Alexandria and Quincy on the heavily padded bench. Not one brother acknowledged her. William picked up his ball for his turn and Rick along with Quincy had their heads on Alexandria's shoulders her hands playing in their hair. "Rude." She stomped off. Quincy and Rick grinned and looked up at Alexandria. She kissed their heads and grinned when William joined them again after making yet another strike.

William and Quincy traded spots but Alexandria had to pee. She had been putting it off but she really had to go. "I will go with you." William said with a hand on her back. "You should have said something sooner, sugar." He chastised as he led her to the restrooms.

"Why because you three have bladders the size of a bowling ball?" Alexandria quipped back.

"No, because then one of us could escort you and tend our own. One of us with you at all times. If you are done before I am stay right next to the door. Someone approaches you step into the men's. I do not care." William said and kissed her forehead then pushed her into the lady's restroom.

Alexandria had just finished and was getting ready to leave her stall to wash her hands when three giggling women walked in. "Did you see the three delicious specimens with that short dark haired girl?" One asked.

"Could not miss their forms." A second girl answered. Alexandria could just imagine her salivating in the mirror. "I think I will try and talk to them."

"I tried. Did not even look my way." The third girl said the girl from earlier. Disappointment rang in her voice. "The girl with them has an odd engagement ring. Three flowers. Polyamorous perhaps."

"Correct." Alexandria said as she stepped from her stall to clean her hands.

"A waste I think." The last girl replied.

"The only waste is the amount of lipstick on your face." Alexandria quipped back as three knocks sounded on the door and she opened it to step into William's arms the door wide enough for the girls to watch her walk away with one of three loves of her life.

She fell asleep on the ride back the compound. Rick playing with her hair. Quincy's and William's warm hands touching her. A soft smile of contentment on her lips.

All the cars had been moved to the garage that had been built far enough from the pack house that it would not be a problem when the house was torn down. William pulled his car into the garage with the others.

Rick met his eyes in the mirror questioningly. William nodded and Rick got out then unbuckled Alexandria and cradling her in his arms carried her to the Victorian and up to the thrid floor bedroom.

Margarette had put fresh sheets and blankets on the bed for Alexandria. Rick removed her shoes and laid her down on the covers. A light blanket at the end of the bed he used to cover her with. Kissing her softly on the side of her neck. Then left her to sleep the door open in case she needed something.

William and Quincy were relaxing in the living room. Strange to be there without their parents. "So?" Rick asked dropping down between them on the couch.

"Mom left things on the couch and the bedrooms upstairs have fresh sheets. So switch off." Quincy said.

"Fine, I will take the couch." Rick said. "I suggest we follow Alexandria's example she is going to kick our ass tomorrow with the garden."

Their phones dinged. A video sent from an anonymous number. William held up his hand and played the video recognizing the lighting of the bowling alley. It was the four of them. His phone dinged again.

She looks better without clothes. Last chance. Turn her over and we will leave.

Not a chance. William responded. She does not want to leave.

Another video of Margarette's house in the city.

Mommy's a pretty lady.

Yep and deadly. So is Dad. Did Malcolm not tell you about the fifteen guys that came to kidnap her? Twenty three years ago. You have been warned. Go home.

Silence.

"Someone is outside Mom and Dad's in the city. Message one." William said.

"She knows. They have been there for an hour." Quincy said. "She and Dad are in the backyard she is practicing her shooting. Dad has his throwing stars and vest of knives."

William smiled. Rick grinned. Their problem could be solved easily if the bastards got dumb. Please be that stupid.

Rick's phone dinged with a text. Two outside your parents'. The third is missing. T

"Fuck. Two are outside Mom and Dad's the third is missing." Rick said and headed back up the stairs. William grabbed him and pulled him down.

"Nope you two already got that. My turn." William said and stalked up the stairs. "No one needs to take the couch really. You two pick rooms."

Being careful not to disturb her, he slipped into the room and closed the door. Rick had put her on the wrong side. He would have to fix that. He carefully removed his shoes and socks then his shirt. He would have to be uncomfortable in his jeans.

Then ever so gently scooted her to the far side of the bed. It was closer to the window but all the windows in the house were shatterproof. His mother's only request when his dad had built the place for her.

He stretched out on top of the covers on his back. He had just placed his right arm behind his head and his left rested at his side close to his knife when she whispered his name and snuggled close to him. Her head on his chest. Small hand splayed across his stomach. Her soft breasts squished against his side. He swallowed audibly and concentrated on his breathing. The soft whisper of the other two doors closing told him Rick and Quincy had decided on who would get which room.

"Why do you do that?" She asked suddenly in the dark. She opened her eyes and looked up at him through her long lashes.

"Do what?" He asked with a smile. She looked so beautiful in the slight moon light.

"Leave your clothes on?" her hand slid down his stomach following a small dusting of hair to his waist band. He caught her wrist.

"It is politeness. To put it simply we are not married. Thus impolite to take advantage. Father raised us with specific standards." He replied as he moved her hand back up to his stomach just below his diaphragm.

"It is uncomfortable." She said and moved away from him to get up and change into her pajamas. "Get comfortable, William I will not peek." She said with humor and her back to him. He flashed a grin at her back that was now only covered by her green bra straps. It appeared to glow in the dark. Interesting. She unhooked it from the back and pulled it off and he swallowed. Got up and divested himself of his jeans. He stood with his back to her so she could change in peace.

Alexandria could not understand. They had seen her naked. Hell they had done more than that. And yet, if she fell asleep they did not take any liberties aside from her shoes. She found her pajamas and put them on then climbed all the way under the covers. Leaving them back for him.

He was afraid to turn around. If she expected him to sleep with her without anything but his underwear between them she had better be ready for the consequences. He turned around slowly. She was in her little pajama set. Small and waiting for him to join her in the large bed. The covers turned down for him. Desire hit his blood stream. His heartbeat skipped and went into double time. Oh fuck.

She raised her eyes to look at him. His were glowing yellow. She smiled at him and something seemed to break in him. A low growl escaped him. He moved fast. One second he was standing. The next her was in the bed kissing her. But not his usual kiss. Nothing tender or soft. This was aggressive. Dominating. His hands already had her shirt off. Her pants followed. She realized then that he had already removed his underwear. The evidence of his desire for her hard against her thigh as he slid down her body. He was not gentle but not rough either. Not punishing. Demanding. "I am going to make you scream all night, sugar." He growled as he got to his goal. Kissing and touching her hips and then her navel and down. She gasped and sighed and moaned. Her body coming alive at his touch. His kiss. "Tell me what you want, Alexandria. Tell me everything you want me to do to you." He growled as he paused before delving between the perfect folds of her.

She lifted her hips a little. "Lick me. Finger me." She sighed and he did as she asked. First one finger and his tongue. "More," She sighed and he obeyed. Adding another and licking her again. "More," She panted. He added and third and licked. His fingers slid deep to his last knuckles. She cried out. "Yes. There." She lifted her hips. "Just like that, William." He took it more seriously now. Going straight for her nub with his tongue as his fingers worked inside her.

Her body ached for relief. His fingers were perfect his tongue was wonderful. She felt herself tight around his fingers as she rose higher on the cliff of pleasure. Moaning encouragement. She tangled her hands in his hair then along his shoulders and back. Until she finally fell from her cliff her body convulsing. He went to lick her again and she stopped him. "I need you. Deep." He grinned and before she could react he had her on her stomach. She tensed.

"Relax, sugar." He said his body covering hers. "I don't go there." He kissed the back of her neck. Then down over the back of her shoulders. She started to relax. "That's my girl." He slipped his hand underneath her stomach and pulled her up just a little. "I will not hurt you." He slid between her legs and lined himself up with her. Then slid home. "Hold your hips right there and close your legs. That's it." He leaned over her to take her hands in his as he set his pace.

She asked and he delivered. Exactly what she wanted. His fingers laced with hers. His breath in her ear. She screamed into the pillows to muffle the sound each stroke of him inside her a new peak to her pleasure. "Yes, William please." She cried when she turned her head to breath.

"Yes, Alexandria. Tell me." He growled in her ear. His pace picking up at her plea. Her moans and cries rising as she found her peak over and over. Her body convulsing around him. Squeezing him. "What do you want?"

He was pounding into her. Driving her harder. "Lose control, William." She cried on her last rapture. He growled low in her ear and with one last thrust of his hips lost himself in her. He had never done so with such force. His body shook and he bit the pillow next to her head to keep from biting her. His hands in hers. His elbows holding his weight off her.