A Possessive Mate novel Chapter 22

Sera' POV

"My feet are blistered and bruised," I complained. Harper, Amanda, and I had walked around the humongous mall almost ten times, and had bought so much stuff that it couldn't even fit into the car.

"Mine too," Amanda was driving, and Harper was snoring in the back seat. She had knocked out right after we had spent about an hour at Nordstrom. "Hopefully the boys don't kill us for spending so much money."

"Oh yeah," I cringed looking at all the receipts that I had shoved into my purse. "Just kiss 'em on the cheek and pull your shirt down a little, they won't care." We both giggled at the thought. Boys will be boys.

"Good thing we bought a bunch from Victoria's Secret," she pointed towards the mass of pink bags that I had placed on my lap.

"But I'm not wearing heels with all that lingerie," I rubbed the bottom of my foot. "I think my feet are bleeding into my socks."

"Girl," Amanda winced when I took my sneaker off and threw it on the ground. "Just ask Nate for a foot rub, Kurt does it for me as long as I bake him some cookies."

"'Kay," I poked the sole of my foot. "Ouchie."

When we finally got home, Kurt and Nate were standing at the front of the pack house. They both looked relieved when they saw our car pull up. We stopped in front of them, and they opened the side doors. Kurt winced when he saw all of our bags, while Nate just smirked when he saw all of the pink Victoria's Secret bags.

"Got presents for me?" he carried me out of my seat.

"Ouchie," I said once my feet rested on the ground.

"Baby-poo," he immediately lifted me up and held me. "What's wrong with your pretty little feet?"

"I went shopping," I pulled on his hair. "Wanna rub my feet?" I kissed the tip of his nose.

"Well," he cupped my cheek.

"Pretty please," I wrinkled my nose. "I'll do something for you."

"Of course, anything for my baby-poo," he moved his hand until it touched my... private place. His hands were like magic, and as he used his thumb in a very special way, I spread my legs further and moved my hands to grab Nate's hair.

"Love you poopie," I looked up at his handsome face.

"Love you too baby-poo," he beamed at me. I had no idea how we had gotten to the point where we called each other poop, but I didn't care.

I was happy.

Kurt's POV

Once I had finished in the bedroom with Amanda, I looked around for my little angel, Harper. She was the light of my life, besides my mate, and without her, I felt like I was missing a part of me.

"Logan," I ran up to one of my best friends. He looked worried and was clenching his fists. "Where's Harper?"