Page 29 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“In that case, I can go.”

I shift to get out of the bed, but her leg locks down and she uses the hand I trapped on my chest to keep me in place. The woman is surprisingly strong.

“Don’t go. Tell me why you’re really here.”

“I told you, I was worried you were in pain. You aren’t, so there’s no need for me to be here.”

Her sly smile droops at one corner, her eyes glazing over, but she recovers quickly.

“Thanks for your concern, but I’m fine. Dinner’s in the fridge. I’m going back to sleep.”

Izzy slips out of my grasp and rolls to face the other side of the bed. The sheets twist around her and she squeezes a pillow against her abdomen.

When I don’t move, she grumbles, “I’m fine, Wyatt. It’ll pass. It always does. Go eat.”

The woman is so hard to read. She puts up these titanium walls. Every instinct says to barrel through them but also second-guesses whether she actually wants me to.

We’ve had moments. The kiss floats around in my head constantly. I’ll never admit it to her, but since the knee-jerk reaction wore off, I’ve been perfectly comfortable with her in my omega’s room.

Izzy Sutton is strong and independent. A lioness. Someone who can conquer the world and you’d thank her for it.

Yet, when I think of her in here, she becomes mine, if only in my mind.

Despite the alpha side pounding fists to my brain to stay, I do as she asks and head to the kitchen.

She cooked off a steak for me, but I forgo reheating and eat everything cold. It has the specter of a punishment for taking advantage of her.

. . . or not taking advantage of her.

Ah, fuck.

The dinner is delicious, like the woman.

It’ll pass, she says.

It’s not passing for me.

The plate of food rests on the counter where they filmed the video.

Every scrape of the fork is like each pass of Mason’s hidden fingers.

Every bite loses its taste the moment it hits my tongue until nothing remains but her.

It always does.

Why did she say that? Why the fuck does it always pass?

All I can taste is spicy honey.

The sweet heat is a balm on my tongue.

Dishes clatter too loudly in the sink while my instincts override reason.

I’m at her door in record time.

She’s in my arms even faster.

I kiss Izzy and hold her close, and she responds with every bit as much enthusiasm.

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