Page 63 of Stitched Up in You
Though Anna worked under me in London before the word science meant what it does now, she was absolutely brilliant. The most excellent mind in her field and a credit to her sex, she’d been privileged enough to be born with wealthy parents who provided the tutors necessary to further her education at a young age.
She was instrumental in the creation of the first serums used still today in many life-saving efforts, but unfortunately died before her immortality provided by our bond locked in.
Swearing off all humans was an inevitable outcome from the destruction and lain waste in my wake after hearing the news of her death at the hospital, which brings me to my current predicament. Mated to one.
My lip curls, water sloshing over the edge as I move to grab the body wash from the nearby side table. It would be just like Odette to somehow deduce the one thing I’d sworn never to do and force me to naysay.
But here I am, true to my word with nary an incident involving a single human in hundreds of years yet I am skulking around my old home, absconding cleansing gel from unsuspecting humans like a reprobate.
I lift the cap, and the scent of orange blossoms filling the air makes my cock jump, and my entire frame seizes.
“Mmm,” I groan aloud, my gaze fairly rolling to the back of my head as I palm my hard dick with my other hand.
Shuddering, my nostrils flare as I toss the bottle to the floor. I will not be reduced to this, a mindless beast fucking my hand to the scent of her bath soap.
I rub my hands over my face and pinch at the bride of my nose tightly.
Frustration needles at me. I should be able to withstand this. I should be able to withstandher.
Disturbed by the raw power of my attraction to her, my fingers yearn to touch her, my mouth to taste her, her sweet forbidden flesh the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.
A fool I was to touch her that first night, she has tormented me ever since.
My cock throbs, reminding me of the situation at hand as I realize I’m being driven mad by my want and need for her. I’m truly fucked. What’s worse is she’s won and doesn’t even know it yet.
The thought no more than passes through my mind when the object of my torture and frustration breezes into the room, her expression pinched and angry. I frown at her socked feet as my hands tighten on the lip of the tub and take in her outfit.
I doubt the woman owns a practical set of clothes, the thought coming as I take in her green leggings that hug the curves of her calves, thighs, and ass like sin, and I gulp at how the white half shirt she wears shows off a bit of the peach of her soft belly that my palms itch to touch.
She glances around the bathroom, and I move quickly to grab a towel, draping it over my middle to hide my predicament. She catches the movement, her green gaze widening when she finally finds me at the corner of the room, her jaw dropping as her face effuses with delight.
“Well, well, well, my, what a big cock you have,” she gushes, her lips spreading into a wide smile.
She plants her hands on those glorious hips.
I grit my teeth and my nostrils flare, unable to speak as I watch and wait for what she will do next.
Although every bit of energy I possess should’ve been depleted over the last days, tendrils of power meet and meld in my middle, readying for the mate bond. Fuck.
I school my features, hardening my resolve as best I can, her mere presence sending my control into chaos. Need blastswithin me as my fingers embed into the cast iron, folding the metal as easily as a soda can all while she smirks, not knowing how close she is to danger.
I’m close to reaching my limit and taking what my body and brain know is mine.My mate.
“Cat got your tongue?” she asks, her gaze glued to where my cock is straining above the water.
“The door was locked,” I bite out.
“Key word there beingwas,” she smirks, her teeth pressing into her lower lip as she stares down at me.
I frown, wondering what she means, when it dawns that she’s broken into my room, and I stupidly told Mikael to stop monitoring days ago, not wanting anyone to witness what could happen in the coming days. Stopping anyone from seeing the mating bond taking hold is crucial.
If I’d known she was my mate in New York, I would’ve never allowed her to come here. The ghouls look to me as their leader and many won’t mind that she is human, but there are many that see humans as a subspecies. One cursed with short life and even shorter intelligence. But I’m powerless to resist her, and Bernadette is not short on anything.
“The door locks in this place are a joke, but that’s why you brought me here isn’t it? The mansion is practically empty,” she continues, her arms going over her chest as she finally meets my gaze.
“Out,” I manage to say, forcing myself to breathe slowly in and out of my mouth as lust fogs my brain, dulling the logic that tells me she needs to leave.
“You’re obviously having a hard time there, big boy. Would you like a hand with that?”
