Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,142

And I wanted to, I really fucking did. I just knew there was no way she was going to accept me into her life unless I proclaimed her as my mate to my pack, to the whole fucking prison too. She needed that from me, and I couldn’t provide it.

But how could she expect that? In Darkmore, our gangs were so fiercely divided. I’d be mocked, outcasted. I may even be killed for such a betrayal to the Lunar Brotherhood. Maybe that’s what she wants…

I growled, stepping out of the water and my jaw dropped as I found Rosalie standing beside the lockers with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping wet, her eyes full and round and hungry as they dropped to take in my cock. I got hard for her instantly and she laughed softly, curling a finger to beckon me over. I shot a glance at the door, but everyone was gone and there were no guards in here. I had no reason not to go over there and claim my breath-taking mate.

I strode toward her as she bit down on her full bottom lip and I growled, looking forward to doing that myself. But then I blinked out of my stupor, my eyes narrowing with suspicion. She hated me. Why was she here tempting me in? Especially when she’d made it clear she had her pick of Alpha males to fuck. Though I swear to the fucking stars, if she was serious about screwing them, I was gonna make them bleed. I just needed some hard evidence before I made my move.

I slowed, picking up my towel off the bench and hooking it around my waist, which didn’t do much to hide my boner, considering the material was now tenting out around it.

I scowled at her, folding my arms hard across my chest as I fought the allure of her body. Of the water droplets sliding over her perfect skin, tempting me to move in close and lick them off.

“Hey big boy,” she purred, a smile playing around her mouth. “Aren’t you going to come closer?”

“Don’t we hate each other again? I can’t keep up, love,” I said, keeping my voice level and cold.

“Your cock says you like me,” she teased, batting those long lashes of hers and I found myself stepping closer.

Far be it from me to reject Rosalie when she was in the mood to fuck me. I knew it wouldn’t make her hate and rage go away, but if I was honest, it only made the sex hotter anyway. And I was aching for her. Day after day, I had to go without her, while watching her flirt with other men and act as if I didn’t exist. It was excruciating. So why shouldn’t I claim her and sate this need in me? Just for a little while…

I reached out to cup her cheek and she leaned into my touch, making me growl in approval. I slid my fingers into her wet hair, gripping it in my fist as I closed the distance between us and my cock pressed to her toned stomach through her towel.

I hated all the tension between us and I was so sick of bottling up everything I felt, the burning emotions that plagued me day in and day out desperate to be spilled. I just needed to say it. Even if it didn’t change anything. She had to know. “I miss you every day. I think the pain of being away from you is going to kill me.”

“Then you know what to do, shadow man,” she breathed and I didn’t question that strange ass nickname because I kinda liked it.

“I can’t tell my pack, you know that. But love, I can’t keep away from you anymore. There’s got to be a compromise we can make?”

She said nothing and I feared I was losing her again, so I pressed my forehead to hers and a smile curled up her lips.

“I ache for you in the dark and pine for you in the light. There’s no moment day or night that I don’t want you. It’s more than desire, I think it’s even more than love. Fuck, Rosalie, if you weren’t an Oscura, if there was some other way-”

“But I am an Oscura. Nothing’s going to change that. So what are you going to do about it, pup?”

“I’m not a pup,” I snarled and her smile only grew.

“Yes you are. You’re a lost little pup who wants to