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I’m in pain. Bleeding. And the physical pain has nothing on the agony I feel in my soul. Because fuck. Fuck!
“You need to leave,” I grind out.
She rises and fiddles with keys. She’s opening the door.
“Do not come closer!” I shout, so loud and full of fury it makes her startle and freeze.
The door swings open, and she steps in anyway, now glaring at me, chest rising and falling in anger, and I’m pretty sure she wants to throttle me and probably would if not for this situation. Because my mate is a gorgeous, feisty, strong female. And doesn’t it just figure I land myself an alpha female? Because she’s exactly the wrong woman for a guy like me.
I didn’t want a mate. But if I had to have one, why couldn’t it be a female who would fear me, who’d run a mile in the other direction? Because the dangerous monster that’s my wolf? It’ll be the end of her if she doesn’t run far away.
But fate being cruel to me yet again does not surprise me whatsoever.
Fuck, my dick aches. I want to taste her mark. Spear her with my aching length. I want to pin her, bite her, and fill her womb with my seed.
I tear my eyes away. Fuck sakes. Why the fuck did I come back here last night? Why was she here waiting for me?
She sets the taser down to lift a shopping bag from beside her chair. She tosses it. It lands in front of me.
And I want to growl in anger that she set the weapon down even for those few seconds.
She jerks her chin up. “Hydration. Protein. First aid.”
“Leave,” I demand, examining wounds on my body. There’s damage to my back, too, and it feels bad.
“Nope,” she replies calmly.
Shards of ice inside me make me jolt. No. Fuck no! But it’s just my dick and that’s new. I breathe in slowly while I count to four, hold it, then slowly let it out, again counting to four, envisioning the lines of a box as I keep breathing. My knot wants out and at her. It’s a new sensation and not unlike the icy hot sensation I get when I’m about to shift.
My eyes land on my mark on her neck again and I involuntarily let out a low growl.
A flood of scent surrounds me. Fuck. She’s aroused.
“Get. Out!” I shout. “Now!”
“No!” she shouts back.
“Damn it, woman!” I glare at her.
She glares back. And fuck, those eyes pierce. They pierce and they dig in, with barbs.
My voice comes out pained as I request, “Give me five fucking minutes, I’m begging you, Cicely.”
The fire in her eyes dims for a flash before she storms out, slamming the barred door and leaving the outer door open. The wind sends her scent straight through my bones.
Why is she so damn beautiful? Why did Fate saddle her with me? And why dangle something in front of me that’ll be so hard to stay away from? I’ll be dreaming of the way she feels, sounds, and smells for the rest of my sorry fucking life.
9
CICELY
I slip into his fancy silver trailer and take a closer look at the pile of books, at his shaving and hygiene stuff, at the snacks. There aren’t personal touches. It’s decorated as it came from whatever factory it was built in. The dishes are a combination of ordinary unbreakable ones with no personality and garage sale or thrift store type mismatched stuff that wasn’t bought because it was cute or good quality.
I desperately root through everything. I know he’ll try to push me away, so I guess I’m desperate to glean any information I can, so I’m equipped to fight back. But of course there’s nothing here that wasn’t here the last time I looked.
This time I also search his truck and find a new bed-in-a-bag set with two new pillows, so I’ve made the bed and put away the basic supplies that came from my store. It’s a good thing Dad’s mate and my awesome new stepsisters are working on a care package.
I’m pushing away the urge to daydream about the fun we could have with this Airstream. The places we could go. National parks around the country. Places with seemingly endless forests where we could shift and explore together. Beaches where we can fuck in the sand, watching the sunset. It’s a fantasy I could’ve felt might become reality if his wolf were a typical wolf. I don’t know much, but based on what I do know, it sounds like that’s a pipedream.
