Page 16 of The Beast's Baby
Had she managed to make him an ally? Or had it been a guy thing? That thing guys did when they felt a woman was in distress. If he was that type of guy, the rescuing the fair maiden type, then there was actually hope. But being that type still didn’t mean that he would move against the trial in its entirety.
Did it?
The door was opened by an orderly who waited for Christopher to say his thanks and his goodbyes—which he tried to offer her by leaning around the mountain of a man still blocking his view of her—but Jay leaned with him, and Christopher gave up.
The door slid shut behind him.
She didn’t want to be turned on by a simple act of kindness, but she couldn’t ignore how the soft pounding between her legs started up the second they were alone. Jay still stood with his back to her, as though he was regretting what he’d just done. As though he’d acted instinctively. As though protecting her wasn’t something he had any control over. The thought made the pounding worse, turning into a soft ache that had her clear her throat.
“Um, thanks,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, that was all we needed for today anyway so… Not a big deal.”
He twisted his torso slightly to look at her over his shoulder and there was something so intrinsically intimate about the movement that she nearly reached up to pull his face to hers.
Fuck.
She really was in heat.
“I wantyou,” she said before she could even give it a second thought. “I don’t want any of them. I want you.”
It was the only sane approach she could think of. She might have to sleep with him, even though half the time she wanted to punch his lights out for what he was doing to her, but if it was the only way to possibly get him to get her the fuck out of there then having him fuck her seemed like the lesser evil. She didn’t want some stranger sticking his dick in her for science. Not that she knew Jay, but at least she’d spent enough time with him to have the not-knowing him not be so pronounced.
She could tell the thought enticed. She could smell it all over him. The soft arousal that he’d been beating back ever since he stepped in front of her, as though another man’s hand on her leg had been both infuriating and a turn on.
She didn’t want to like that, but she did.
Be enticed, she thought.Step into my web.
“This is a wolf-on-wolf phase,” he said, stepping away from her to pick up his cell phone off the coffee table.
He tucked it in a pocket, looking self-conscious.
“I could bite you,” she offered, throwing him a wicked smile.
He tried not to return it. She could tell he was fighting with himself. But finally, he was smiling too, shaking his head at her. “No, thank you,” he said.
“Will there be a wolf-on-human phase?” she asked. “Does it matter which comes first?”
When he didn’t answer she realized she might have found a hole in his argument.
“Come on,” she said with another smile. “Do me for science.”
He shook his head again, but his smile widened.
“I won’t bite, I promise,” she said.
He had moved up to the door and paused, hand on the handle, looking back at her. There was something contemplative in his gaze that made her think that, however much he might want to touch her, there was still a mathematician’s brain calculating whether it would be in everyone’s best interest. Clearly, he believed in what they were working toward; he was deeply entrenched in the teachings of the place—the greater good of it all—but perhaps it was important enough to have her comply, to have her be willing to participate, that he would consider it.
She wondered why they hadn’t simply had someone come in and do the deed already.
And then it hit her…
If female wolves typically didn’t conceive during sex, thenshewas an anomaly.
Because she had beenbornlike this—not bitten into it.
She was important.
