Delivered to My Elves (Mail-Order Matings #18)

Chapter Sixteen

Misty

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning, my usual wake-up time. Damn, I should’ve turned that thing off.

I reached for it and felt the difference in the comforter and sheets on my body.

Oh. I was in Aerin and Callon’s house. The two elves that made my polar bear roar inside me, desperate for their touch—so willing to give in to this feeling immediately.

How could she not? They were our mates after all.

I got out of my comfortable bed and raised my hands to stretch. I had a new role. They were my mates and despite coming here for mating and children only, my bear was exuberant about being so close to them.

I wrapped my arms around my chest, hoping they would come to realize they were my mates as well. There was no such thing as a one-sided mating. If they were my mates, then I was 100 percent their mate as well. Perhaps elf mates took time to figure out.

Either way, we all needed breakfast and I was starving.

Dressing in a pair of jeans and a light-green sweater, I made my way down to the kitchen with a thought in my head. A lot of thoughts, actually. This was my new life. I would hopefully soon be a mom and a housewife, so it was high time I started to cook.

The thing was, the last thing I cooked was scrambled eggs because that’s all I had the skills to cook.

I got to the kitchen and flung open the pantry. There was a box mix for banana chocolate chip pancakes that had pretty basic directions. Pancakes couldn’t be too tough, right?

Add milk and an egg.

It took me a few minutes to find my way around the kitchen. Coffee, I could make and instead of one of those fancy machines, Aerin and Callon had the standard pot machine. That I could do, no problem.

I spotted a griddle and plugged it in, but the batter for the pancakes looked thicker than it should. Oh well. Pancakes were supposed to be thick, I thought.

While I plopped batter on the griddle, I thought about the night before.

They had been unlike any males I’d met before. They listened to what I said. I couldn’t think of a moment where they had their phones out or were more interested in social media than me. They asked questions and made eye contact.

Honestly, why someone hadn’t scooped these two elves up before me was a mystery.

Before I arrived here, a twinge of guilt settled in my chest that I was robbing Aerin and Callon’s mate, their true mate, of a relationship with them but all of that dissipated the moment my bear called out mate .

No one would ever come between me and my elves because I was the true mate.

While rummaging in the fridge, I pulled out a pack of bacon and fried it up while I worked on my second cup of coffee.

My mates were up. I heard water running and footsteps coming from the back of the house. My bear picked up every breath and footstep.

I leaned against the counter and felt my body heat up remembering something. Last night, while one of the showers was running, I could’ve sworn I heard my name being moaned. It was Callon. My thoughts drifted to why he would be calling out my name, when it struck me right in the core.

He was in the shower.

Moaning my name.

My core pulled tight thinking about the lean, tall elf stroking himself in the shower but more so because he’d said my name while he was doing it.

My name.

“Shit!” I said as I turned. Lost in my thoughts, I found that my daydreaming had me burning the bacon. It was bad enough that the pancakes looked more like the soles of elephants’ feet but burned bacon?

I had some things to learn about all of this stay-at-home mom stuff.

“Are you okay?” Aerin rushed into the kitchen. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of low-slung gray pajama pants. His hair was wet and I could smell the mint of his toothpaste.

“Yeah. I just suck at frying up bacon, apparently.”

“Don’t talk about yourself that way, female. Why don’t you step away from the griddle. I don’t want any of the grease to pop and burn you.”

I scoffed but did as he said. My bear purred inside me, content and happy that her mate was trying to keep us safe. “You don’t even have a shirt on. It’s going to burn you.”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he unplugged the appliance and brought the griddle to the sink. He turned and gave me a once-over. I was sure it was to make sure I was okay, but his looming stare shot straight into my core, making me almost whimper with need.

A smile tugged at the right side of his mouth. “See something you like, Misty?” he asked.

Heat pulsed to the surface of my skin. “Maybe.”

“I can work with maybe. Thank you for making breakfast. That wasn’t necessary, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He moved past me, scooting between me and the counter. Before we broke eye contact, he winked, instantly making me wet. They didn’t even know they were my mates and here I was, a shivering mess on the verge of coming because of a simple wink.

“I smell coffee,” Callon announced, walking into the kitchen. He strolled toward me and grabbed a cup. As he did, he leaned down a bit and whispered into my ear. “That’s not all I scent. Everything, and I mean everything, smells delicious.”