No, there’d be no Smith males for Smitty and Jessie Ann—there’d be daughters.

A lot of them. Practically their own Pack. All of them like their mother in varying degrees... except for one. One would be just like him. They’d all mean the world to him, but that one would hold a special place in his heart.

But with Smith females came a whole new crop of problems. The majority of those problems involving other males.

Smiling, already longing for and dreading the day those daughters of theirs started growing up and torturing them as only Smith females could, he forced himself to sit up. He slipped his arms under Jessie and lifted her until she rested against his chest.

He stood on shaky legs, thankful for her smaller wild-dog size, and carried her back to the house.

Chapter 30

Smitty placed her on the living room rug, her back braced against the couch. She shivered uncontrollably, mostly due to freezing to death but also recovering from orgasms so strong she thought she might pass out in the middle of them. She sat and waited for Smitty to return. He carefully placed two blankets around her, tucking them behind her, his fingers brushing against her skin. It made her shiver more.

Soon the fireplace blazed to life and she stared at the male crouched in front of it, trying to make the flames higher. His body astounded her. The Smiths weren’t the largest wolves around. On the West Coast there were Viking arctic wolves who were enormous. But the Smiths were still what her mom would have called “healthy sized.” She stared at his wide shoulders and muscular back, tapering down into a narrow waist and rock-hard thighs. The man had the best legs. Always had. Now they were even better.

A knock at the front door startled them both and Smitty glared at the door.

“Probably groceries,” she said through chattering teeth.

His expression cleared. “Oh. Good. I’m starved.” Grabbing another blanket and the wallet from his jeans, Smitty walked to the front door. She heard him open it, some conversation about payment, and then the door closed. She heard her wolf walk down the hallway and go into her kitchen.

“There’s no meat,” he finally called out.

“Freezer. There’s at least three cows’ worth in there.”

“Oh. Good.”

She grinned. They’d have to start doubling up on food orders now.

Several minutes went by, then Smitty walked back into the room. “I put perishables in the fridge.”

“Thanks.”

He again crouched in front of the fireplace, the blanket wrapped around his hips, and stirred the fire again. He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Warming up?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

He nodded, laid down the poker, and walked over to her. He reached down and picked her up, lifting her easily now that he’d gotten hisstrength back.

Smitty sat her down by the fire. “Wait here.” And where exactly would she be going?

He returned in five minutes with the first-aid kit from the first-floor bathroom near the kitchen. He sat across from her and pulled the blanket down until it hung around her hips.

“How’s your shoulder, darlin’?”

“Like some big wolf tore into it.”

She couldn’t read his expression as he opened the first-aid kit and proceeded to clean her wounds.

“Jessie Ann?”

“Yeah?” Jess asked through gritted teeth, pain ripping through her shoulder.

“What did you think you were doing?”

She knew what he was asking. Why did she push him? Why did she let the genie out of the bottle, so to speak? “Getting what was mine,” she answered honestly, letting the pain flow through her.

Slowly, methodically, the way Smitty did most things, he continued to clean the wounds and bruises on her body. He didn’t say anything and she didn’t want him backing off now. Not now, not ever.

Jess reached out, yanked the blanket off his hips, and gripped his cock tight. In that split second, his eyes shifted from human to wolf.

“Mine,” she growled, baring her fangs.

Then he had her on her back, the first-aid kit strewn across the floor. He dug his hands into her hair and pushed her legs apart with his own.

“All yours,” he snarled back, his hard cock pushing inside her. “And I’m gonna make damn sure you never forget it.”

Jessie picked up the phone on the third ring. “Yeah?” she answered. “Really?” She slipped out from under the blankets and walked to the front door. Smitty heard the door open, followed by a “Huh. Look at that.” Then the door closed and he could hear her feet slapping against the floor as she walked back into the room. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Yup. Talk to you later.”

She slipped back under the blanket and Smitty immediately reached for her, pulling her close to his side.

“What was that about?”

“We’re snowed in.”

“Snowed in?”

“Yup.”

“How bad?”

“If it doesn’t thaw soon, we’re gonna die out here.”

Smitty raised up enough to stare down into her face and she grinned. Big, cheesy, goofy dog grin. He couldn’t help it, he grinned back.

“You’re more than a little crazy, aren’t ya?”

“Yep.”

Smitty stroked her cheek. “I love you, Jessie Ann.”

“Because I’m a little crazy?”

“No, that just proves I love you because I put up with it.”