Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,37

and I considered pulling into the next gas station and fucking Fiona. It wouldn’t have taken more than three minutes to empty my balls inside her, and then maybe I would’ve felt better. But the second I tried to imagine Fiona’s legs wrapped around my waist, my stupid dick fell asleep again.

It was like Rosalie had ruined all females for me. All cunts.

Then why had I asked Fiona to come home with me? What did I hope to accomplish? It had been a spur of the moment thing, and now here she was, messing with the stations on the radio. I couldn’t just throw her out of the car, could I? No. I was going to keep driving and hope that something would come to me. If nothing happened by the time I reached the trailer park and Rosalie, then I could as well introduce Fiona to the community, make a couple of bitches jealous, have a nice dinner with her, and send her on her way. She’d wanted a road trip, anyway. She wasn’t going to be too mad if I didn’t fuck her.

Well, I still hoped I’d be able to fuck her. Maybe I was just tired, and I’d drunk too much. Or maybe I’d just fucked Rosalie too many times in the past few days, and my dick needed a break. If I was lucky, by the time we reached our destination, my dick would be back on and ready for action. Bear shifter action, because Fiona really was a nice piece of ass.

A few traffic jams later, I was finally driving down the wide, free road to the trailer park. It was late afternoon. We arrived later than I would’ve liked. I maneuvered between the trailers until I reached mine.

“Wow. I like this!” Fiona got out of the car to study her surroundings. “Near the forest. This is brilliant! Maybe we can shift and go for a run later?”

“Yeah sure.” I took out my keys, unlocked my trailer, and invited her in. “I’ll be back in five minutes, okay? I just need to… get something. Someone.”

“Someone?”

She looked stunned, but I didn’t care. I needed to see Rosalie. Maybe if she was there, I could get it up and not disappoint Fiona and myself. But this wasn’t about Fiona, really. Hell, I’d just met her! This was about me. I wanted to prove to myself that I could still do whatever the fuck I wanted with my own fucking dick. That I could possess any woman I wanted, that I wasn’t addicted to one female alone.

No, I wasn’t addicted to Rosalie. Then why did I need her around just to make my cock hard?

I slapped myself over the forehead as I rushed toward the forest. But then I heard laughter coming from Brooks’s trailer. It sounded like her. Milo was giggling, amused, and then the craziest thing happened. Brooks mumbled something, Milo asked a question that was probably silly, because Rosalie laughed out loud.

“What the fuck?”

I turned on my heels and burst into Brooks’s trailer. When I’d left, Rosalie had been at the cabin. What the hell had happened while I’d been gone? And I hadn’t even been gone too long. Barely twenty-four hours. I stomped into the space that served as a kitchen, and they fell silent. They looked up at me. Brooks cocked an eyebrow, and Rosalie recoiled slightly, then relaxed. Milo returned to the mushy food on his plate. Apparently, they were trying to make him eat more solid food, so he could eventually transition from breastmilk.

“I need Rosalie,” I breathed out. For some reason, I was close to panting. Not because I’d run here. Well, I had. But I was a shifter, damn it! I didn’t tire. “In my trailer. Now.”

She tensed up and shot Brooks a questioning look. Brooks furrowed his brows for a moment, then relaxed and shrugged.

“Knock yourself out,” he said.

And that was all the permission I needed. I grabbed Rosalie by the arm and pulled her outside. She followed me diligently, though at some point she started fighting me because I was walking too fast.

“Slow down! I’m coming with you, can’t you see?”

I sighed and released her arm. My trailer was only a few feet away.

“Where were you?”

I blinked at her, slightly confused. “What?”

“Where were you?” she asked again in a gentler tone. “Brooks told me that Lincoln is at work. Lincoln called him earlier and asked about you. You should’ve been with him. He said you might lose