Page 10 of Bond & Protect

I don’t know if he’s doing this to wind me up. Can he see how I feel about Mila? Is it written all over my face? I really hope not because I don’t want to end up explaining myself to everyone. I keep my curled fists by my side so no one else notices what’s going on.

“Well, that’s good.” I shoot back through gritted teeth. “It’s good to know that Mila will have someone with her always. But you do have to focus, right? Make sure she’s safe. You can’t get distracted and run off like you tend to do. Like you’ve done recently. I mean, we need to make sure that shit doesn’t happen again. We don’t need that drama.”

He tuts and rolls his eyes. “Just because I made one mistake doesn’t mean I will again. I know what I need to do now, I have to remain focused on Mila. I will.”

Even Amos’s face softens a little as he thinks about Mila, which has my heart jumping up into my throat. Does he like her as well? Holy shit, this is going to get increasingly complicated by the minute if we carry on like this. Mila has captured us all with her magic spell…

What if that means she really is a monster? And this is how she is going to derail us? By seducing us like that and making us all crazy, we might end up turning on one another…

No, I don’t want to imagine that. Mila is way too perfect for her to actually be the enemy. She can’t be a monster, not with that pretty face and good heart I can sense beating in her chest. I wouldn’t be fooled like this… that just isn’t possible.

“I need a shower,” I mutter as I head towards the stairs because I need a break from this conversation. It’s getting way too much for me. “I’ll be back soon.”

Amos mutters something under his breath. I don’t pick up on what it is, and right now, I’m not concerned. I don’t care about any of that. I really need a break, that’s all. Once I clear my head and I get myself back on track, then I can deal with Amos another time…

Unfortunately, I’m not expecting to smell Mila’s scent absolutely everywhere in the bathtub. It’s almost as strong as it was in her apartment, and this has me weak in the knees. So weak that this feels like the final straw. I can’t help it. As soon as I climb under the hot jets of water, I take myself in hand, close my eyes, and let what needs to happen, happen.

The desire that I’ve had flooding through my veins comes to life. Everything I know about Mila, plus the way my imagination pictures the rest of her body, has me completely on edge. Tip-toeing on the knife edge of desire.

I picture her plump lips replacing my hand, wrapped around my cock. I envision her spread eagle, aching for me, moaning out desperately because she simply cannot get enough of me. I just know that if this ever did happen in real life, it would be electrifying. The best I have ever had.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself as my whole body trembles with need. I have to keep the noise down because I don’t want anyone to hear me, but I can’t stop either. “Fuck, Mila.”

The way her name feels on my lips, it’s addictive. She really is the most intoxicating person I have ever been near. It’s almost more of an obsession than it is love. I am wild and carefree, completely out of control, finally succumbing to a little piece of temptation.

Not totally, because this is only in my imagination, but enough…

But when I am done, there is no relief. I still want her with crazy desperation. God damn it, there really is no release, is there? I press my hand against the tiles and stand under the water, just feeling everything as I sink into the knowledge that there’s no way I can escape these feelings. Ever. I’m trapped in my own prison here, and the four walls are all Mila.

Not only has Mila gotten under my skin, but she’s shifted and changed me completely. I know that I would do absolutely anything for her, anything to have her. Even if we end up fighting internally because I know Elias likes her too. I can’t help this all-consuming feeling, and he’s just going to have to understand that, right…?

Oh God, she really is going to destroy us from the inside out, isn’t she? And I am completely helpless, whether she is making a fool of me or not…

4

MILA

“So,” Elias declares in a strong, firm tone of voice as he drums his fingers hard on the table in front of me, making it shake again. “Here we are again. Me and you, right?”

I nod slowly. “Right, and again it feels like an interrogation. Aren’t we beyond that?”

“Why would I be done asking you questions? I still need to check you out.”

I sigh heavily. “I thought that I was just here because you wanted to keep me safe now, am I right? Amos is alive. He’s been found, so what more is there?”

It’s starting to get really frustrating actually because I’m sick of being on the receiving end of accusations. I thought I’d cleared my name, yet here I am again. If this is just Elias trying to find a way to get me alone, there are plenty of other ways he could do that. This is pointless.

“We still need to work out what happened to you the other night,” he tells me with a slight frown. “Because it’s obviously key to our investigation. If we don’t find out where the opening to The Rift is then we can’t keep everyone safe. What happened to you during that time seems to be key. If we can unlock your memories, then we might get more details.” He pauses thoughtfully for a moment. “And you were found with wolf blood on you. That’s concerning.”

I huff with irritation and lean back in the chair, refusing to be bullied by Elias. I don’t know what he wants me to tell him, but I won’t lie. I refuse to lie.

“You’re testing my limits here,” I warn him. “I don’t have much patience left.”

His eyes lock on mine, and while I can tell he’s trying to intimidate me, he’s exciting me all over again. Honestly, I have been a mess since I’ve been here. This little dance back and forth between us has us zapping with way too much electricity.

“Have you even been trying?” Elias demands coldly––not that his tone does anything to chill the fire blazing in his eyes when he looks at me. I can tell he’s trying not to give in as much as I am, but the way he sometimes runs his eyes over my body with delicious slowness, I can’t help but feel I am burning alive under his gaze. “To regain your memories, I mean?”

“I tried really hard when Liam was here, and every time I’m left alone with my thoughts, I try to regain what happened to me.” I shrug my shoulders in what I hope was a blasé manner, but I’m not treating this like it’s nothing. Inside, I’m freaking out all the time. “I want to know more than anyone what happened to me. Don’t you see how scary it is? I hate it.”

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