Page 16 of Rust the Rejected
It felt so real. His groin pounding against my rump, driving his ginormous cock deep into my tight pussy. The stretch and burn of his knot. The searing pain of his claiming—
My head snaps up as I touch the spot on my neck where he bit me. Relief washes over me. Nothing there. Even though an ache in the area makes me wince. I shake my head. It wasn’t real. Only a dream. Well, nightmare.
“Natalie! You have to get the rest of the medicines. It’s your wolf warning you.”
I chide myself aloud as I roll from the bed and limp towards the bathroom.
Fuck if I don’t feel his cock still inside of me. My pussy clenches at the thought. I growl and yank the glass shower door open. The warm water soothes the aches in my body. But does nothing for the turmoil in my mind.
Tomorrow marks seven days since I dropped the serum to suppress my wolf. And obviously, she’s ready to merge with me completely.
But not if I can help it.
On the ride to the hospital, I begin to unwind as the sun warms my skin and the balmy breeze flows over me. At a red traffic light, I tilt my head back and close my eyes to revel in the Miami weather. My enhanced hearing alerts me to the movement of cars way ahead of mine. I take a moment to inhale deeply, then open my eyes on a slow exhalation. My increased sense of smell hasn’t returned yet. But I can detect the salt carried in from the Atlantic Ocean. Such a contrast to the coolness of the Pacific Northwest. And I love it!
Before I head to the OB-GYN department, I pick up coffee and a toasted corn muffin with butter from the hospital’s cafeteria. It buzzes with activity. Visitors and staff mill about the glass-enclosed counters to select food and beverages or line up at the checkout. Beside a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, people sit at tables. Beyond the windows, the view of the interior garden with its colorful flowers and palm trees brings a touch a pleasantness to a place often filled with sadness. I cast a last glance at nature’s beauty and stroll towards the registers.
On my way to the elevators, I spot Dr. Ingolf—I meanRust—striding towards the cafeteria. He’s so damn handsome. His long, dark ginger hair is loose and glints in the overhead lights. Hazel eyes twinkle as he laughs. Full, kissable lips curve upwards. Broad shoulders fill out his white coat. Even beneath the basic scrubs, the flexing of his muscular thighs appears. Thick thighs save lives. And strong enough to—
Cut it, Nat! That erotic dream has you ramped up. Still.
I shake my head to displace lustful thoughts of the good doctor. With a clear head, I glance back in his direction. He’s nearly at the cafeteria doors.
Just as I’m about to raise my hand to catch his attention, I notice a female doctor at his elbow. He leans over and whispers in her ear. A flush blooms on her copper skin as her brown eyes twinkle. She tilts her face up and smiles at him. He smirks as he pushes the door open and steps back to allow her to walk in ahead of him. His eyes follow her. Then he enters the cafeteria, and the door closes.
GAH!
Jealousy surges through me faster than a brushfire of dry timber. My eyes narrow as my lips purse. A feral growl slips past them. My free hand forms a fist. I want to tear off this stupid cast and fling it at the happy couple. Wild-eyed and snarling, my wolf claws beneath my skin, eager to shred the female to pieces. The level of violence shocks me.
Air! I need fresh air!
I pivot on my heel and rush towards the hospital exit. I battle to restrain my wolf. Never has she behaved wildly uncontrollable. She remains on the fringes of my being and only comes forth when I summon her, then retreats as I bid.
My breath comes in shallow pants. The bustle in the lobby rings in my ears. I cover them and lower my head as my pace increases. I burst through the doors and jog around the corner. My eyes close and chin drops to my heaving chest. I bend my knees and slide down the wall. A tear slips past my eyelashes. Then sobs rack my body.
Gods, how I wish I could have a relationship with a male. Despite my bravado, I secretly yearn for a partner. Someone who cares for me and treats me with respect. Who loves me above all others. Wolves are not meant to be loners. We belong in a pack.
But it’s just so fucked up how life treated me. My former pack’s mentality damaged me. Ruined me for any possibility of a relationship. My wounded heart aches.
A light tap on my shoulder jolts me.
I lift my tear-filled eyes to find a human male asking if I’m okay. I nod and wave him off.
But I’m not. And it’s the fault of my wolf!
Why did she have such a visceral reaction to Rust with that doctor? I had to hold my wolf back or she would have forced a shift. Not at all something I can allow, ever. And definitely not in front of humans. We’re taught to control our wolves from the moment we’re conscious of their presence within us. What the hell would trigger her?!
Mystified, I dab my face with a napkin from the food bag, then rise. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Before I go to my office, I’ll stop by the dispensary. The gods willing, the delayed medicines arrived. The risk proves too great without my serum.
CHAPTER7
Rust
“Oh, Rust! You’re too funny!”
I smirk at the doctor as we enter the hospital’s cafeteria. I have an hour before the start of my shift and decided to grab breakfast. She overhead me telling the ER nurses where to find me and asked to come with. Not one to deny a woman her desires, I welcomed her.
“I think I’ll get a breakfast burrito. What about you?”
