hot and slippery. I barely chew as I swallow the noodles down. I’m vaguely aware that Collin has joined me. But he sits immobile in his chair, not touching the food.
He’s watching me again, but I’m too afraid to look at him. I have no idea what’s happening inside me, or why I’m in the situation I’m in, and it’s scaring the hell out of me.
The second I finish, I bolt from my chair. “Good night.”
It’s not until I’ve slammed my bedroom door and am lying on my bed that I realize he’s still in my apartment. I hear dishes clinking and know he’s cleaning up. Following that, the shower starts. He’s now taking a shower. In my apartment. Which means he’s naked.
I roll to my side and am pretty sure I’m hyperventilating.
I wonder if Collin’s truly the only crazy person in my apartment. I already know that he’s certifiable, but considering how I’m acting…
I’ve apparently lost it too.
Chapter 15 – Collin
She feels it too. I know she feels the bond.
I’m so happy that I have to stop myself from singing in the shower. I suspected that she felt something when she didn’t run the second I pulled up to the curb outside of her building, but it wasn’t until I touched her in the kitchen that I knew.
My dick grows hard thinking about her. My mate. She’s just across the hall from me, and she wants me. I smelled her arousal in the kitchen when I held her hand. That underlying musky scent had clung to her like salt after a dip in the sea. She hadn’t been consciously aware of it, not really, but she’d been aware of something. That was why she’d run from me. She still isn’t ready to accept it.
I finish in the shower after taking time to properly scrub myself. I don’t know when Brianna will let herself succumb to our bond, but it’s inevitable that she will. Once both parties feel it, it’s only a matter of time, and I don’t want to smell like a sweaty sewer rat when it happens.
As I’m toweling off, I imagine Brianna lying naked on her bed. I picture her with her legs spread and her pussy dripping. The mental image nearly undoes me. I groan, and my erection grows.
Fuck. This isn’t good. I’m already like a randy wolf smelling a bitch in heat. All I want to do is rut with her. I imagine plunging my length into her sweet depths and making her scream. Another quiet moan tears from my throat.
Knowing she’s not ready for anything like that yet, I grab my dick in one hand and begin pumping it. I imagine Brianna sucking me. She’s naked, and her bare tits brush against my thighs, but it’s the look in her eyes that really turns me on. Those warm chocolate irises gaze up at me with lust shining so brightly in them I swear she’s a wolf too.
My release comes fast—embarrassingly fast. Hot liquid squirts all over my hand after only thirty seconds of the dirty fantasy.
Fucking hell, Ward. You better last longer than that when it actually happens.
I grab some toilet paper and clean up the mess. All the while, I picture doing things to Brianna that I can’t wait for. I’m going to worship her body when she lets me. I’m going to make her feel so overcome with desire that she won’t want to leave our bed for weeks. Or maybe she won’t want to leave the kitchen counter or the living room floor. I’ll take her in any location she’s willing.
I barely suppress my frustrated sigh.
I can’t even try anything like that yet, because I know she’s not ready. Hell, I don’t even know when she’ll be ready, or if she ever will be even though she feels the bond too. She doesn’t trust me, and I have nothing to offer her except a life on the run. I don’t have any money. I don’t know how I’ll provide for us.
But I’ll find a way.
I’m bound and determined to give her the life she deserves.
Which means you need to stop killing people, I tell my deranged wolf just as I flush the toilet paper. He’s prowling around inside me. He’s as awake as I am.
I know he’s eager to make Brianna ours, but he’s still a sick fucker. Bloodlust still rules his thoughts. Given the images I’m getting from him, he’s frustrated and horny too. Although to burn off his frustration,