said. Hunter took a step closer finally letting his arms down.
“Awesome, at least now you have a name other than Yellow Eyes,” I said.
Hunter narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t call me that,” he said. He moved a little closer.
“What? Don’t like that pet name? How about growly voice? It is the only name I had for you since I met you.”
At that remark he grunted and moved into my space.
“You would have known my name before if you had asked.” He said through clenched teeth. His eyes flashed.
“I was partially unconscious when we first met, thanks to your hastiness.” I said. I scrunched up my nose.
“I didn’t know, that was a mistake.”
I twisted my lips trying to think of something to say. It wasn’t like he was openly aware of it, and pack-bonds that were as strong as Griffin and mine weren’t common. I shifted, suddenly nervous he would ask why we pack-bonded in the first place.
Hunter stepped closer and my gaze darted up to him and I took a step back trying to keep my space. He was my mate, yes but I was still intimidated by him. Nervous.
He entered my space again, forcing me backwards.
My back found the wall. Our bodies were lightly brushing, I was eye-level to just below his throat. I swallowed hard. My heart took on a new beat, and butterflies flocked my stomach. Our eyes locked his and my wolf came to the surface. I had never felt her so strongly before. It was like she was looking out of my eyes, and seeing his wolf who also seemed to be right on the edge of his skin.
“She finds me attractive,” he whispered brushing his knuckles against my cheek.
Where his knuckles touched, I felt a trail of tingling follow. My knees never felt so weak. My eyelids had a mind of their own and started to flutter from his delicate touches. My body seemed to bend to his will. My lips felt dry. I thought about licking them but decided against that.
“So your name is Hunter?” I said trying to compose myself. He was too close now. My breasts were brushing against him with every breath I took.
“And your name is Colette.”
He didn’t move, and I tried my hardest not to either. I raised both my eyebrows.
“You going to let me out yet? This conversation is very stimulating, but I am feeling a little peckish,” I said. I wanted it to come out strong, and confident. Instead it came out sort of breathy and soft.
Hunter’s eyes darkened, as he moved closer. My stomach clenched, a feeling I hadn’t ever quite experienced before. No man had such of an effect on me.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. Then he had to go and lick those kissable lips. His bottom was the plumper of the two, and I watched as his tongue peeked out and wet his lips. I heard a rumble from him but I refused to look at him again. I got myself straightened and pushed off. I took a breath, trying to steady my heart.
“Thanks, Yellow Eyes.”
I gave him a one finger wave and headed off. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I considered wiggling my hips a little more to give him a show. I decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to incite him more. Plus there was a better chance I would look like a fool trying to be sexy.
Downstairs Griffin sat at the counter in the kitchen with his head in his hands. I bit my lip debating. I knew he knew I was here, but he was waiting for me to make a move. I don’t think I would be able to ever walk away from him if he needed me.
I headed to the counter and stood on the other side of it. Griffin didn’t move from his position. I leaned on my elbows with my chin cradled between my hands. I titled my head side to side waiting for him to look up.
“Hey.”
Griffin looked worse than I felt, and that was saying something. He looked tortured, his lips were drawn into a soft frown.
“He is going to take you away,” Griffin stated.
I nodded, swallowed the tears that threatened to run down my face. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. I guess I had always thought that our relationship meant more to me than it did for him. Griffin always was the brave one, it didn’t seem like anything phased him.