Page 51 of Stitched Up in You
What could she be doing up this early? No female in my long existence, human or otherwise, has ever gotten up at this hour without being forced to it. From the small window, I can see that the sun isn’t even up yet.
A frown settles across my brows as I notice how grim the walls are in the darkness. I've not taken the time to decorate here, simply because technically no one has ever lived in the mansion as I prefer the city to the country.
I wonder what she thinks of the billionaire who owns more property than the gods and yet has no art on his walls.
What the fuck do I care what a human thinks of me? I fume.
I make it to her suite and frown harder when I find her door unlocked. Humans are so foolish.
What if she never locked her door to begin with and simply left herself vulnerable?Like an imbecile.
I step inside and close the door, stalking through her bedroom when I see the balcony curtains dancing with the breeze.
Relief floods me when I get a glimpse of her, fully dressed in a t shirt and leggings, through the open double doors. I take in the curve of her backside and how her hair curls at her nape, most of it gathered in a bun on top of her head.
At least she’s not on the roof.
I open my mouth to tell her if she even thinks to climb up, I’ll tan her round ass until she can’t sit on it.
I stare at her, and a sharp pang register in my chest, painful enough to make me pause as the electricity bounding through my system suddenly mounts, spreading heat to my palms. A strange vibration begins to hum beneath my skin, and the hairon my arms raises as an unfamiliar ringing begins to sound in my ears. It muffles the world and with it, brings stark clarity.
No.
I gaze out at Bernadette bathed in the morning’s first light, the sun brilliantly cresting over the horizon, and let out a harsh grunt as my power reaches out against my will from where I stand and tugs toward her.
The current cuts through the air and wraps around her form as she bends to look down below, unaware of my presence and how I’m watching her from the open doorway. It coats her in an energetic field, and I tremble in place, watching and unable to stop it, while her hair lifts from the static. Understanding comes over me like waves on a cliffside.
She's my mate.
I go immobile as she senses me, and she gasps, her hand flying up to her chest, the cup in her hand sloshing wildly.
Which means I’m inescapably fucked.
“Why are you just standing there like a creep? God, you scared the shit out of me,” Bernadette scolds. She turns and holds her arm out to right her drink, shaking her head all the while, a scowl knit between her brows as she checks herself over.
I don’t respond.
Can’t.
A hand goes to one delectable hip. “Hello? Earth to Frank, stop making it weird and come out here.”
When I don’t move, she waves a hand and pouts, her expression turning ridiculous as if she’s attempting to coax a child towards her.
Wisps of the golden electrical current that bound itself to her are nowhere to be found.
I frown, realizing my energy levels appear to be normal for the first time in the last few days and understanding dawns.
They’ve normalized after wrapping around her.Fuck. I take a step and duck under the balcony door. “Making sure you’re not trying to scale the roof again.”
She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest as if that’s not what she wanted to hear. “The only acceptable reason for barging into my bedroom is to make passionate love to me.”
She wiggles her brows suggestively, and apprehension snakes down my spine. “That’s not happening,” I snap, disturbed by the raw power of my attraction to her.
The woman is vulgar, speaks her mind without care, and I know all too well how good her sex will be. But there’s no way in fucking hell I’m just going to give in and allow anyone to toy with me, not her, not Odette, no one.
As long as I can keep my cock away from her pretty cunt, the mate bond won’t take full hold.
Bernadette shrugs and turns back to her cup on the balcony ledge, and the move brings my attention to how thick her thighs and ass is. Fate can go fuck herself, I will make destiny my bitch, starting with this one on her knees but not now. Not when my instincts are to bend her over the first available surface, mate bond be damned.
