Taze (Rise of the Pride #11) - Theresa Hissong Page 0,53
didn’t pull a shirt over his head, leaving the top button of his jeans undone. He never put on his shoes, either. His soft looking skin stretched over his abs and shoulder muscles. The sight would’ve brought most females to their knees. “Especially when you are not dressed.”
“I don’t know how to move forward with you without touching,” she told him truthfully, slipping into her clothes, forgoing her shoes. “I know that we are mates…my panther knows, too. I haven’t been with a man in an intimate nature, because I’d sworn off sex after my…well, you know, but recently, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Calla, we can take forever if you need it,” he stated, but his cock betrayed him. She saw the bulge again and raised her eyes to stare up at him. “When you look at me like that, it makes me want to make you forget everything and have you start over. I know that’s not possible, but my words are true.”
“My therapist has helped me separate what was done to me with what we will do together should we touch,” she explained, feeling a bit of heat in her cheeks. “I know it’s going to be different, and I know you will care for me when the times comes that we finally touch.”
“Calla,” he sighed. “I will never push you to do something you don’t want to do in regards to our mating. If I have to wait until we are gone from this earth and meet in the afterlife, that is what I will do. I have cared for you since we were teenagers, and when I vowed to teach you to defend yourself in that facility, I became not only your friend, but a male who was fiercely dedicated to your protection. It wasn’t because I’d taken the vow of a Guardian, either. This protection I feel for you is straight from the male I am. I knew you could hold your own in a fight, but I’ll be damned if I let another male hurt what’s mine.”
“So, I’m yours?” she asked, hanging on that one statement. The admission of his personal responsibly to keep her safe had her mating scent thickening in the air. Taze took a step toward her and brought himself within inches, leaning down to put his lips close to her own.
“You’ve always been mine,” he promised.
“I’m scared,” she whispered after a few deep breaths. Wetness pooled between her legs and she shifted slightly to control the ache. “But I want this. I want us.”
“All you have to do is kiss me,” he smirked. He wasn’t being cocky, and she knew that. The male was as honest as they come. “You make the decision for us.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she replied with a whisper. Calla closed her eyes and inhaled his mating scent, feeling the ache intensify.
“When you are ready, you’ll know,” he said with a wink. “I can scent your desire.”
“I can’t control it when I’m around you.” Calla felt like she’d taken some damn truth serum or something. Being that honest and forward concerning sex wasn’t something she usually did, but with Taze, it was easy.
“I will warn you, though,” he began, closing his eyes tightly for several seconds. “My panther is clawing at me to touch you. I won’t, but know that the moment you make the connection with me and we feel the magic, I will claim you. I will mount you, and I will be marking your neck with my bite and your pussy with my seed.”
“Oh,” she breathed, feeling the stirrings of something foreign deep in her body. His words were like sex should be, and she liked it.
“I want you to go home and relax today,” he said, breaking away from their close contact. When he took two steps back, she wanted to cry out for him to return, but she didn’t. “My door will remain unlocked if you need me. Just come on in and make yourself at home. After I wake up tonight, I will cook a meal for you so you can have the nutrition you need, because I know you’ve been eating whatever you can toss together for the past few months of school.”
Her eyes widened at his knowledge. He must’ve seen all the junk food laying out on her counter at her house. It was true, though. Calla wasn’t much for cooking protein rich meals for herself. “I suck at making myself real food.”