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. What do you do for a living? Westley asked as Roarkecontinued to run his hands all over his body.If he kept that up, Westley was going to have to pounce on him.He was already half-hard just from that touch alone. Captured with His Pregnant Mate 57 Traveling artist, Roarke said, and that shocked the hell out ofWestley.He looked over his shoulder at the man. Really? I wouldn t haveguessed that. Roarke chuckled. I hear that sometimes.It s not exactly an alphaoccupation, and my body makes people think I work in construction,though I do that occasionally, too when money s tight. It s good to have a backup, and your body really does screamconstruction worker, Westley admitted. When I can t get my hands on any supplies or a computer, that spretty much what I do for money.I had a drawing tablet back at campthat I could plug into any library computer to do some quick digitalsketches on, but it was smashed.I ll have to get a new one. I m sorry, Westley said.He felt the way Roarke shrugged behind him. Don t be.It wasdue for a replacement anyway.I do help movers and the constructionguys under the table when things are drying up, though.Like you,everyone seems to think I m better suited for that kind of work. Can I see the things you ve drawn? Or& painted? Westleywasn t sure how digital art worked, but if it was something his mateliked then he was interested in it. Sure.The next time we hit a library I ll log onto my account, andI can show you some of the things I did.People e-mailed me whenthey wanted a commission done, but like I said, I don t exactly makethat much moving around like I do.And libraries tend to have timerson their computers, and they don t like it when you try to install aprogram on them either. So you were always on the road because you re looking for aluna pack? He felt the way Roarke nodded behind him, and his energysuddenly dipped a little, a clear sign of sadness, before it spiked backup. 58 Marcy Jacks What about you? What did you do before& uh& He trailed off,and Westley could hear the fear in his voice at having brought up sucha touchy subject.He wasn t going to hold it against him. I used to travel around abit, too.I was a waiter, for the most part.If there was a restaurantanywhere that needed a kitchen boy, or someone to clean the tables,then I would offer to do that, too.The tips more than anything werewhat kept me afloat before I was caught. Roarke stiffened behind him. Were you caught in this town? heasked. No, but another small highway town nearby.I think that packwas scoping the place out for a while.They made it clear that theyknew I was a werewolf the second they surrounded me on my wayback home.My, uh, old boyfriend and I were renting a room out ofthe house of an older lady.We were paid up to the end of the month,so when we didn t come back she must ve assumed that we d movedon. Without your things? Roarke asked, and he did Westley a favorby not pushing the fact that he still wasn t really speaking aboutAaron.Westley didn t like thinking about why no one had botheredlooking for him, but there was no point in hiding from the truth. Ididn t have a lot with me, and to be fair to her, I always told her that Iwouldn t be staying that long.She was always coherent, so it wasn tlike she was slowly losing her mind to age, but I was telling her toalways be on the lookout for someone else to rent that room to.That,and I never really kept many people close to me.I m the poster boyfor every story you hear about someone who goes missing, but no oneknows about it because no one misses him. You got me now, Roarke said, and he snuggled closer. Andwe re going to find a pack that will take us in. What if we don t? Westley asked, unable to keep that fear tohimself.He didn t want to be caught by some other pack that had Captured with His Pregnant Mate 59some weird jealousy against luna wolves and spent their time hunting,torturing, and killing them. Then we ll make one of our own, Roarke said.Westley couldn t see his own face, but he was pretty sure that hiseyes were bulging at the moment.He shifted to turn around inRoarke s arms so he could look his mate in the eyes.It seemed Roarke was also a bit shocked at what he d just said,but there was a determination in those dark orbs that told Westley hewas serious. Yeah, why not? Roarke said. Only a couple of days ago I metanother traveling alpha.He was looking for a pack, too.I meet loneluna wolves often enough, so why not call them to us? If we can t finda pack, then we ll make our own. The idea thrilled and scared Westley all at the same time.It meantthey would have to be on their own for a while, taking the risk ofmaking themselves known to any other pack who happened to realizethey were by themselves in the area.But at the same time, there was also the chance for the reward thatevery lone luna werewolf wanted.The chance to have a real pack.Alarge support system that protected everyone within it, and if Roarkealready knew of at least one other alpha luna wolf, then maybe thatalpha knew someone else, and so on and so on. We could get the message out on the grapevine for wanderingluna werewolves to come to us, Westley said, more and more excitedas all the possibilities took form inside of his head. Exactly, Roarke said, and then he proceeded to kiss him deeply,thrusting his tongue into Westley s mouth and pulling him even closeruntil even the bump between them wasn t enough to keep their cocksfrom rubbing together. I could design and build you a nice house,too. Roarke rolled Westley onto his back, and Westley couldn t keepthe big stupid grin off of his face as he looked up at his mate.Roarke s energy levels were spiking high with happiness, the type of 60 Marcy Jackswonderful buzzing feeling that Westley only felt coming out of him,out of the both of them, when they were rutting wildly together, andhe got the feeling that was about to happen again. This is real.We re actually going to do this? Westley asked,running his fingers through Roarke s soft and dark hair.He had anequally dark beard coming in now that he d gone a couple of dayswithout shaving.His smile showed off his white teeth, and there was never a moregorgeous sight. I ll send Jason an e-mail from the library, and thenI ll get a phone somewhere and leave a message for him on his voicemail to make sure he hears from me.Even if he doesn t want to come,others will.We re going to make our own pack, he said, and hiswarm hands were once again on Westley s body, from his ribs,moving all the way down the swelling of his belly to his pelvis andthen his hard cock.Westley s mouth opened a bit, and he shivered when Roarkewrapped his fingers around his dick.He gripped just tightly enough to create some friction, moving hishand up and down slowly, torturing him, but Westley would rather hismate held his cock tighter and stroked him hard until he came.He got the feeling that wasn t how this was about to go down
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