Page 91 of Just One Bite
“What’s happening? Do I need to call someone?” Ryker yells.
“I’m taking her to my room. Can you get a hold of Octavia Vix? Let her knowI have Olivia, and check to see if she’s okay.”
He nods, and I grip Olivia while she squirms. My shoulders are back, and I’m ready to protect her from whoever might try to take her.
Someone did this to her on purpose, and I will find out who.
As soon as I shut the door, she’s on me, pulling at the buckle on my pants. She still smells like euphoria in a bottle, and every few seconds, I’m blocking out the image of me bending her over the side of my bed.
“Hey, we’re not doing this.”
“But why? You said if I asked.” She tries to strip my jersey off, but I stop her. There’s pain in her eyes from my rejection.
“Please, Parker. I hate this.”
Weres experience their first rut in adolescence, and it was one of the worst experiences in my life. I remember locking my door and counting the minutes till it ended.
“Baby, I know. But it will pass.”
“No. Make it end. I’ll feel better if you touch me … if you’re inside me. I want it to be you.”
I kiss her forehead and smooth down her hair. “I can’t. I’m going to leave”—lock—“you in here and go figure out which one of them did this and how to fix this.” I omit the part about leaving the scene so gory the dean will scream in horror, but I need those fuckers to pay for this. I need to rip someone’s throat out with my teeth.
“No! Don’t leave.” She’s looking at me like that’s the most horrible, shocking thing I could have suggested. I move to press a hand to her cheek, and, in the next breath, she breaks into a sob and all that alpha energy runs out of me. Any thought I have about leaving dissolves.
“You can’t go.”
“I won’t leave. Come here.”
I drag her into my bed with her squirming. She keeps trying to kiss me, touchme. I’ve never been so uncomfortable while holding a beautiful woman. The need to mark her jumbles around in my head like worms in my skull. Every time I push it out, the thought comes back. It’s maddening. But stars above, I need her to bemine.I need her to smell like me so bad it’s all I can think about. It’s obvious, isn’t it? That I’ve wanted to since the day I met her, but when she smells like that, it’s so permanent. It’s a fact I’ve been able to hide from, but now it’s branded in my skin.
I rummage for my phone, then struggle to find the number in my call list. This is a potion. It has to be. Andmypotions.netpulled up nothing, which means whatever the fuck it is, it’s forbidden.
And only one person can help me with that. Thankfully, he picks up on the first ring.
“Hey Coach.”
Olivia is running her hands over the inside of my waistband.
“Owens?”
“Yeah I … need your help with something.”
“It’s nearly midnight. It better be good.” His daughter is crying in the background.
Olivia’s hands are under my shirt, running over the scars on my chest. She smells so fucking good.
“I know. You’re just the best at potions, and uh … I have a friend … in the city who just called me, and we think she’s been drugged. She’s not a Were, but is experiencing heat-like symptoms and—”
“Is she safe?”
“Yeah, her, uh, boyfriend is on the other line trying to figure out what to do.”
“Is it having an effect on him? Is he Were?”
“Yes. I couldn’t find it on the web—”
I grab Olivia’s hand to stop her from undoing my pants, and she moves to kiss my chest.
