Double Date
CHAPTER 1
"No, wear the other dress, it has more cleavage. Men are suckers for boobs." I heard my teenage daughter Jesse say to my wife Mercy through the door of our room. I couldn't help but sigh. I still think of her as my little girl, hearing comments like that come out of her mouth make me cringe everytime. I looked at my watch, it's been fifteen minutes since they unceremoniously threw me out of my own room so that Mercy could get ready for our date tonight.
Thinking of Mercy always made me smile, we were married for a couple of months now and this was the first time we were going out on a proper date since our honeymoon. Mercy was gravely injured fighting an ancient Native American monster awakened by a bunch of otter fae during our honeymoon and she fully recovered only recently.
I suppressed a surge of anger that arose in me when thinking of her injuries before she could sense it through our mate bond. I focused a bit on the bundle of emotions in my head that represented the woman I love to see if she got anything from me but all I sensed is a growing irritation. I focused my werewolf hearing a bit and I heard Mercy tell Jesse "Enough mascara Jesse you're making me look like a prostitute, and a cheap one at that." I couldn't help but laugh at that. Mercy's coyote hearing was almost as good as my own and she could sense my amusement through our mate bond. "Stop laughing you, and go downstairs." She yelled. With a smile on my face I obeyed.
Being an Alpha of a werewolf pack usually meant my house was always occupied by some pack members, tonight there were only two wolves downstairs, Ben a british werewolf with a troubled past and Warren a very old very dominant wolf who was my third. Warren was dominant enough to be an Alpha himself but he was gay and most wolves have issues with that even some of our own pack members. Thankfully Warren was content with just being in a pack. Two of them chose to babysit Jesse tonight while Mercy and I were out.
My arrival was noted by a third person in the room, Warren's human lover, Kyle. I liked Kyle, he overcame being ostracized by his own family for being gay and became one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. Kyle had a sharp mind and even sharper tongue and he wasn't shy about using them.
"Damn don't you look good enough to eat." Kyle commented, standing up from where he sat next to Warren. "That's a pretty amazing suit." He said as he walked around me. "I bet Mercy will love tearing it off you tonight." He said with a wicked grin.
Not knowing how to reply I stood there trying to think of something when Ben jumped in with his big mouth and saved me.
"I wouldn't use the same phrase, but the boy toy is right boss, you look good." I saw Warren clamp a hand over his forehead in anticipation of the tongue lashing Kyle was about to unleash on Ben.
While the human and the werewolf were engaged in a verbal match Warren stood up and came closer to me.
"So where you going tonight boss?" Warren asked.
"No idea, Anna and Charles are in town and Mercy and Anna planned something over the phone leaving me and Charles to just tag along and hope for the best."
Warren burst out laughing, I arched a questioning eyebrow at him. He looked at me and broke in another burst of laughter. "Come on boss, you gotta admit it's damn funny. You are an Alpha and Charles is one of the most dominant wolves in the world, not to mention an enforcer for the Marrok and the two of you are powerless in front of a skinny coyote and an even skinnier shewolf." When he spelled it out like that I couldn't help but laugh a bit myself.
Charles and I were pretty good friends, having spent lots of time in Washington together dealing with one issue or the other for Charles's father Bran, the Marrok. I knew that people were surprised at the affection and love Charles showed to his mate, when they were used to being scared of him and his stony Native American features.
Warren elbowed me lightly, breaking me out of my reverie. I looked up to the stairs and my heart skipped a beat. There was Mercy, my wife, I never tire of combining those two words, slowly walking down the stairs with Jesse behind her.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful. A strapless black cocktail dress accentuated her feminine curves and there was ample cleavage that made me loathe to admit to myself that my daughter was right, not that I would ever admit that to her out loud.
Mercy looked up at me and she smiled, pleased with my reaction to her entrance. I couldn't stop a small growl escaping my lips that made her smile even more. When she reached me she kissed me lightly on the lips but I grabbed the small of her back and pulled her in for a longer kiss.
We broke it off when we herd Jesse cough behind us. Mercy had the decency to look slightly embarrassed while I just plastered a silly happy grin over my face.
Kyle approached us and gave Mercy a hug. "You look amazing, darling. Where are you taking Adam?" She smiled at him.
"Me and Anna reserved a table at that new restaurant that opened in Kennewick and after dinner we have a surprise planned.
I couldn't help but shudder a little, I wasn't a big fan of surprises.
Jesse leaned over to Mercy and said quietly "You're gonna be late."
"Damn." Mercy exclaimed grabbing me by the hand and dragging me to the door. She looked back at me and with a serious look on her face said "Seriously Adam I'm always waiting for you." She couldn't hide a smile breaking out, and I heard a suppressed laughter behind us.
I decided to join in as there's no point in arguing so I slapped her rump gently and said "Lead the way woman."
*At first I intended this to be only 1 chapter but a bit longer story, but in the end I decided to rather split it into several smaller chapters rather than crowding it all. I plan to post remainder of the story asap.