Page 11 of The Monster's Obsession
Her apartment is small but cozy, and it smells exactly like Vivie. That sweet rosewater scent of hers permeates the air, making my sphinx chuff in my mind as he stands, shaking out his coat.
It would throw off anyone who isn’t used to sharing their mind with a second being.
I can see what’s happening in the real world, but I can also see a mental image of his massive ass in my mind’s eye.
The front door opens up into the living room, and the kitchen is back to the left with a small dining table. If I don’t head that way, the only other way to go is straight ahead down the hallway that’s immediately after the living room.
The door on the right side of the hallway is a bathroom, and there are folding doors on the left that must be the washer and dryer. That means the door at the end of the hallway is her bedroom.
Her scent is everywhere, and there’s something different about it. My beast paces in my mind, urging me forward.
What the hell am I even doing?
Am I really going to pop in there like I have the right?
She’s here.
Her scent wouldn’t be this pervasive if she was over at Laz’s place. Or anywhere but here, for that matter.
A fucking shiver runs down my spine, settling in my cock as my nostrils flare, breathing in her pheromones even more deeply.
The door is pushed to the frame, but not all the way clicked closed, and my forearm lands against it, giving a solid shove.
Vivie’s scent gets stronger, and I exhale in pure relief as I finally pick up her heartbeat and the soft cadence of her breathing.
Maybe it’s my beast that drags me forward, or maybe it’s the man. I haven’t been able to shake the pit in my gut since last night when Vivie walked out.
She’s curled up in a ball under the comforter, based on the shape. I crawl onto the mattress on the side I think she’s facing and pull back the blanket.
“Vivie,” I murmur, pushing her hair away from her face. My eyes glow, helping to enhance my vision in the dark room. Her skin heats mine, and my heartbeat picks up. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
She groans and jolts in her sleep.
I don’t let up on being annoying. This time, I dig my fingers into her scalp and give her a little massage. “Come on. It’s time to wake up.”
“Laz?” Her eyes jerk open, and she grabs a handful of my T-shirt, pulling me closer.
“Not Laz.” I struggle against her hold, trying to stay stable on my knees on the mattress. “It’s Saber.”
She releases her grip on my shirt and brings her hand to mine on her cheek. “Why does it feel like that when you touch me?”
I quirk an eyebrow. “What do you mean? What does it feel like?”
She feels the matebond, my beast projects the thought in my mind.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Crackly? Sizzly? Have you never touched me before?”
Hardly ever, in fact. At least not in places she wasn’t covered by clothing. It’s easier to keep a handle on myself when I keep a solid few feet of distance between us.
“What do I smell like to you, Vivienne?” I ask, teasing my thumb over her pink cheek.
“Busting out my full name? Am I in trouble?”
I scoff. “Not yet, but I’d like it if you answered my question.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“Because you’re with Laz?” I ask, tilting my head to the side as I try to think of any other reason.
