Page 96 of The Lycans: Vol Four

She pushed me away but mumbled thanks, not bothering to look at me. I gritted my teeth, feeling my desire for her grow because of her indifference.

“You know you don’t have to pretend I’m not here.” I’d said more words since I’d woken up and met Ada than I had in far too long.

I was solitary and preferred to keep to myself.

I followed my cousin’s orders, and the only joy I got was when I killed. I had no opinion on most things one way or another, and was content to stay back, watch and learn, listen and observe.

And I found myself wanting to know every little detail about my mate. I’d never been so invested in another living creature—hell, in anything—since she came into my godforsaken life.

I wanted to know where she was from, how she grew up. I wanted to know what her favorite scent was, if she preferred the sunrise over the sunset.

I wanted to tear off her clothes and look at all that alabaster skin, picturing her body covered in the same freckles that were sprinkled over the bridge of her nose.

“I know you’re there. Believe me.” Her voice grew softer on that last part, as if she didn’t want me to hear.

My cock thickened impossibly further.

I reached down and adjusted myself, my dick all but throbbing at just the sound of her voice. Popping a hard-on for the first time in my life was enough to make any male’s brain short-circuit.

She stumbled again and I bared my teeth before making my way forward and stopping in front of her. “You need to rest. We’ve been traveling nonstop.”

She was shaking her head before I even finished. “I’m fine. I want to keep going.” She went to push past me and I growled again.

Ada had sweat dotting her brow, her breathing was labored, her cheeks were red from exertion, and I could hear her stomach growling.

My mate wasn’t being taken care of, and it was my fault. I’d put a stop to this. And whether she hated me for it or not, I wouldn’t allow her to make herself sick.

“I said no.” There was a distinct aggression laced within my words that had her immediately stopping.

She huffed out a breath, placed her hands on her hips, and glared at me.

“Excuse me?”

Although she phrased it like a question, I knew it was anything but. “We’re going to take a break. And that’s that.” I’d been scanning our surroundings constantly, and knew there was a small outcropping that would protect us on the off chance that ball of fucking death came back too soon, about ten minutes back.

I stared down at her, although there was no aggression coming from her. I wasn’t used to people not doing what I said when I said it, so a part of me was frustrated as fuck. But more than that I was… so fucking aroused.

She narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips, and my gaze went to the bead of sweat that started to trail down her temple.

Her dark red hair was pulled up into a messy bun at the top of her head, and wisps were stuck to her forehead and cheeks.

Before I could stop myself—because I was fucking starved for her—I reached out and dragged my finger along that droplet of perspiration.

She gasped but didn’t move, and that pleased me to no end.

Her eyes were wide as she watched me bring my hand to my lips and suck that finger into my mouth. The salty essence of my female exploded on my tongue, and a low hum of pleasure came from me before I could stop myself.

My fangs ached, my cock throbbed, and I felt delirious from the need to be closer to her.

“Oh my gods,” she whispered and licked her lips.

I could hear how fast her heart was beating, and could see how blown her pupils were.

“Destiny gave me a pervert for a mate.”

I blinked rapidly, laughing as I shook my head. “My female is fucking fiery.”

This push and pull with her turned me on even more, and the fucking steel pipe between my legs was an incessant reminder that Ada wasn’t going to give in to being mated easily.

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