Unable to resist, he brought his lips down to her. Layla opened up to him without resistance and allowed him to devour her. Allowed him to show her how he felt without saying the words.
He backed her up until she hit the kitchen island and lifted her onto it without taking his lips from hers. It was a bad idea. He was going to die, and Layla would be left mourning for him. But he couldn’t help pressing himself between her legs as he got lost in everything she did to him. It would be like this forever between them if he didn’t reject her.
Cain reared his head, and all his emotions doubled. He was drowning in lust and need. In love. In flames that charred every part of him, yet he couldn’t jump out of them.
When he undid the button and zip on her jeans, she didn’t stop him. She lifted herself to allow him to remove them and buried her fingers in his hair. She drew him closer, as hungry for him as he was for her. He fumbled with his jeans, and moments later, he was buried exactly where he wanted to be.
“Mine,” he growled.
‘Mine,’ Cain added.
It took seconds. Layla threw her head back and screamed his name. Her muscles started to milk him, and he tensed a second before he joined her.
He was breathing hard when he looked down at the face of the woman who’d changed his life. For a change, Cain hadn’t tried to mark her, but maybe the beast now understood the fucked up situation they were in.
Maybe he would never get the guts to reject her.
But he knew he would cut off his limbs before he tied her soul to him.
He kissed her again before he pulled out and helped her off the counter. He couldn’t hide his feelings, no matter how hard he tried to push them back. Clearly he would have to leave her alone until she had the baby, or he would give in to his selfish needs. He would mark her and condemn her to his fate.
This was the last time he would see her.
This was goodbye.
Chapter 49
Jackson snuck out of the house like a thief while Layla was sleeping and drove out of the woods like the hounds of hell were chasing him.
He wasn’t being a coward. He was the fucking Alpha King! But damned if he would stick around for the agony that saying goodbye to her face would bring him again.
He didn’t slow down once he reached the main road that would take him into the city. The pull back to Layla was worryingly tolerable. That only happened after marking, or mates would never get anything done if they had to fight it all the time. He didn't know much about red wolves, but mating with one wasn't supposed to be different.
"It's impossible," he said out loud.
'Maybe it's the number of times you growled 'Mine!' when you were fucking her,' Cain said gleefully. 'Like in the movie when you say 'Candyman' three times in the mirror.'
"Shut the fuck up."
They'd finally agreed on this. They couldn't do anything that would hurt Layla, marking or rejecting included, so why the hell did Cain sound so pleased?
'You can't fight Fate, Grasshopper.'
He shoved the beast back and slammed on his brakes in front of the hotel. Damn beast. Acting like this had been his plan all along when neither of them had a fucking clue what was happening.
He threw the car keys at the valet before marching into the hotel. The lobby was predictably empty since it was the middle of the night, but he stopped short as he was about to walk past the front desk.
Miss Roberts.
She sat behind the woman at the desk with a book on her lap. He met her gaze, and the woman lowered hers. He sensed the fear in the air.
Andrea was the Housekeeping supervisor. She should have gone home hours ago. Why the hell was she there?
He'd pulled all his men out of the hotel, but someone still monitored her movements and calls. Why hadn't he been told?
He walked to the elevators and pressed the button before looking back at her. She was reading her book as if there was nothing wrong.
The woman had met with a Hunter the last time he'd seen her, and she knew Costas and his men had disappeared. She didn’t know what he had done to them but knew he was involved.