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I turned around with a sigh. My brain wouldn’t shut off. I glanced at the clock on his nightstand—it was—
“Arghhhhhhh!” I screamed, stumbling back as two green-white eyes blinked in the dark.
Not human eyes. Not even close.
Slitted. Glowing. Like a fucking predator.
He shifted on the bed, completely unbothered.“Am no that bad lookin’. Can yae no sleep?”
“Your creepy glow-in-the-dark eyes scared the living daylights out of me,” I said, sitting up to clutch my chest. “I think I should sleep in my room.”
I didn’t even get the chance to lift the covers.
One second I was sitting up—the next, he was on top of me, pinning me down like a beast.
“Naw. Ye’r goin’nowhere,” he growled, ripping the blanket away.“Yer gonae drain ma balls again.”
His nose dragged along my neck, tongue flicking over the bite mark like it was his favourite flavour. I inhaled—his scent hit harder there, concentrated, almost narcotic. It made me rub my thighs together.
His hands shoved my vest up, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
“Another load tae tire yae oot,” he muttered before his mouth clamped over my nipple, sucking hard, claiming it.
His hand slid lower, pushing my thong aside with zero patience. After the shower last night, he’d refused to let me sleep in my own bed, and now I understood why.
Thiswas probably why.
His stubble scraped my skin as he shifted, dragging his mouth to my other nipple and sucking hard. My back arched, but he didn’t pause. His fingers slid between my thighs, parting me, stroking through the slick like he already owned it.
“Mmm,” he groaned against my breast, voice rough and hungry.“Day or night, I’d never say naw tae this sweet wee cunt.”
His mouth pulled back just enough for his words to land, low and vicious.
“All yer holes were meant fur me, Nia,” he said before a deep, lingering growl rumbled in his chest. “Ma wolf agrees. He wants a taste.”
With that, he vanished between my legs like a starving man.
It was like dealing with someone who had a multitude of personalities.
Man, wolf and a fucking psycho.
His tongue stabbed at me, licking my insides like he was carving his name into them.
I decided that I liked his wolf.
Chapter 23
Lyall
Her eyes were on me. I could feel them. I gently probed the link to find curiosity. She was on the couch, ‘working’. The progress was slow, but since the night I took her arse, she’d mellowed out. Four days later, she never tried to sleep in her bedroom again.
You should have wooed her, not shown her how crazy we were. Conall grumbled.
I preferred it when you were silent and sulking. I said.
He was angry about how I handled the aftermath and that I took her to the other apartment.
