Craving Tori: White Timber Pack(6)

After relieving myself, I go off in search of my mate.

I head downstairs. Once my foot hits the last step, the strong smell of bacon hits my senses. My nostrils flare and my stomach growls, loudly. I walk down the hall towards the kitchen, my stomach growling uncontrollably. I walk in and see my mother sitting down at the table. I look at my mother puzzled because I know for a fact, it isn’t my father cooking. The poor guy could burn water. My mother won’t let him anywhere near the stove.

My head swings to the left, towards the stove. My wolf perking up instantly. My eyes take in my mate while she cooks. My mouth waters, not just because of the food but because she’s only wearing a tank top and shorts. Shorts that should be illegal. A tiny growl escapes my lips. I look up, knowing my mother probably heard me. She has a smirk on her face while shaking her head at me. I shrug my shoulders. What, my mate gets me going every time I see her. It’s not my fault.

“What?” I mouth to her. She snickers lightly as she continues shaking her head.

Tori turns around with a pan in her hand, putting a few pieces of bacon on a plate. She looks up and sees me standing there. A smile spreads across her beautiful face.

“Hey, sleepy head. I see you smelt the food?” she smirks.

I walk over to her and give her lips a soft kiss before swiping a piece of bacon from the plate. She glares at me, slapping my hand lightly.

“You can wait till it’s ready.”

I nod my head and grumble under my breath. I make my way over to the table and take a seat. My mother snickering at me from behind the newspaper.

I glance at my mate often while she cooks. My cock getting hard just knowing she’s cooking for us.

Jesus Christ, I need to get a grip. She’s only making breakfast and I’m getting hard.

I shake my head. I’m just about to open my mouth to say something to my mother when the back door opens. My father comes walking in, sweating like a pig, and the smell of dirt and sweat hit me in full force. My mother looks up at my father and coughs.

“Oh, darling.” She gasps, looking at my father from head to toe. Her nose wrinkling up when she catches the smell.

“You need to head right upstairs to take a shower if you plan on having breakfast, which Tori has so kindly made for us.”

My father looks at my mother then over to the stove where my mate is cooking. He points to Tori then to himself. “She’s aloud to touch the stove, but I’m not?” he pouts. My mother chuckles.

“We don’t want a fire to start now, do we?” my mother sweetly says with a smirk on her face.

My father huffs, waving my mother off.

“Fire? I’ve never caused a fire,” he mumbles. My mother raises a brow at my father and he goes quiet. He knows he’ll lose this argument.

My father looks over at Tori. “Tori, it’s nice of you to make us some breakfast.”

Tori blushes from being put on the spot.

“It’s no problem. I just wanted to do something nice for you all,” she rambles out quickly.

My father gives Tori a smile before walking over to my mother. He leans down and places a kiss on her forehead before leaving the kitchen. My eyes swing back over to my mate when my mother clears her throat. I take my eyes away from my mate’s perfect ass and turn to my mother.

“How did your date go last night? Did you both have a good time?” she asks.

I nod. “We had a great time. The restaurant was nice. The food was great. My date was beautiful.” I say with a grin plastered on my face.

“You take after your father, that’s for sure.” My mother chuckles.

“Then during dinner. Tori felt like someone was watching us while we were there. I could smell the fear and nervousness coming off her in waves. Something was getting to her, but there was no one there at the restaurant.”

My mother frowns, then she turns her head to face Tori.

“Tori, sweetheart are you okay?” my mother asks in concern.

Tori comes walking over with two plates in her hands. She places one in front of my mother, then the other in front of me. She gives a faint smile in my mother’s direction.

“Yes, and it was probably nothing,” she mumbles quickly. She turns around and heads back over to the stove and gets another plate done up, placing it in the microwave. She grabs a plate from the cupboard and fills it with pancakes and bacon. She takes it over to the table and takes a seat beside me.

I rub her arm lightly with my fingertips. She turns her head and smiles softly at me.

We dig into our food without hesitation.

“Do you want me to show you some self-defense moves?” I ask.

Tori lifts the napkin to her mouth while she finishes chewing before she replies.

“You’ll do that for me?” I nod my head. Of course, I would. I want her to be able to defend herself when I’m not able to be with her.

“Of course, you’re my mate. I know there’ll be times when I won’t be able to be with you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers with a smile.

“How about after supper?” I ask.

She nods her head repeatedly. “Sounds like a date.” She giggles.

A few minutes later, my father comes walking back into the kitchen freshly showered.

“I’m starving,” he says, then his stomach growls loudly and we all chuckle.