Page 61 of Feral Mates
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Or a smoking gun.
“Let me go in first,” Roman said, immediately trying to move in front of me even before I had a chance to open the door.
Maybe exhaustion had stripped me of any coherent thoughts or a sense of common decency, but I was finally frazzled enough to snap. “Do you honestly think the authorities managed to figure out who they were chasing, and find the identities of anyone even close to me that I might go to for help? I meant what I said earlier. This house is not on any register as belonging to my parents. They were very careful because they had to be.”
Was I just trying to convince myself we’d be safe?
The world as I’d known and studied my entire life had ceased to exist.
Roman tossed out another short, deep snarl. Was that his way of trying to keep me in line?
“I know we’re facing danger, but we’re safe here for a couple days until we can sort out this mess.”
He refused to budge. I pressed my palm against his chest. The reaction was immediate, tiny jolts of current shifting down both arms. I was immediately paralyzed as the raging face of need swept throughout my body. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to shove aside the most basic carnal needs.
Physiological as in food, water, and sleep.
Safety.
And love or the sense of belonging. But in our case, the need was more carnal in nature.
Sex.
And breeding.
What they wanted to do was to breed me. While I still couldn’t wrap my head around the physical possibility, that didn’t change the growing desire that I was having difficulty pushing aside.
As he peered down at me, the color of his eyes slowly changed from the rich whiskey color to a bright amber, the glow no longer eerie, but sensual instead. His wolf was close to the surface.
“It’s okay, Roman. You can trust me. Come see.” I pushed open the door, taking his hand into mine and stepping inside. I punched in the code, breathing out when the green light flashed.I pulled him with me, moving further into the foyer so I could flick on a light.
Kai was the last one inside, immediately locking the door.
But not before I watched as he stood on the porch with his head raised and his nostrils flared. Every animalistic sound he made was a powerful aphrodisiac allowing another tickle of goosebumps prickling my skin.
The sound was so mournful and for no other reason than by the energy surrounding him, I sensed he was calling for his pack.
“We will need to check the house and grounds,” Roman said as if to distract me from Kai’s odd behavior.
“That’s fine,” I said, still shivering even as Kai finally locked eyes with mine.
All three of the wolves lifted their heads as I’d seen them do so many times before. They were using every sense to try to detect danger.
Apollo slowly scanned the room, his eyes darkening. “We can’t stay here long.”
“Where are we going to go?”
“We will find a place of serenity.” Apollo walked past me and my annoyance only grew. He was so certain we’d have no problems finding somewhere completely safe. I shook my head. As a wolf, his dominance might be revered, but as a human, the trait was an example of clear arrogance.
“Irritating bastard,” I muttered.
“Yes, he can be.” The lack of emotion in Kai’s voice made me laugh. He shifted his gaze from where Apollo was disappearing into the house to my face. “But he is a fierce warrior.”
“Yes. I get it, but right now we’re not in a war and you can’t use your wolf abilities on humans. Not any longer. We need to stay focused,” I told him, uncertain what he wanted me to say or what would ease the tension between us. “I know what you’re capable of. But you can’t simply go out right now and kill either humans or wolves. That will put targets on your back.”
“That sounds like you’d miss us.”
