The Nightmare (The Mist #2) - Regine Abel Page 0,37

rollercoaster of emotions that flashed across her face would have been hilarious under different circumstances, but I was too fascinated by her beauty and the lovely expression of embarrassment that settled on her face. My mate was troubled to be flattered by my response. The poor woman had no idea how crazy I would make her for me.

“Right,” Naima said, looking a little flustered. “Well, you need to go slow and flex your legs to—”

Before she could finish her sentence, I pushed myself up and stood on my feet. My female’s eyes all but popped out of her head. Then the suspicious expression returned on her features.

“I couldn’t stand earlier,” I said preemptively, in a taunting voice. “Your sensuous touch and those tender emotions of concern you feel towards your mate have given me the strength I needed.”

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, looking for an appropriate reply. “I’m not your mate,” Naima mumbled before giving me a furtive once over.

I nearly burst out laughing when her gaze slipped over my crotch only for her to do a double take. She stared in disbelief laced with another emotion I couldn’t define. Suddenly catching herself, she abruptly averted her eyes and jerked her face left. Although her darker complexion hid it, I knew beyond any doubt that my woman was blushing.

“We need to get you dressed,” she said a little too loudly.

Turning on her heels, she made a beeline for a set of doors on the left wall of the room. It opened on a wardrobe with a number of black and grey outfits dangling on hangers. On the left side, folded clothes filled a series of shelves, with a few pairs of shoes at the bottom.

“Why?” I asked, watching Naima with amusement while she busied herself picking out my clothes. “Don’t you want to admire your greatest fantasy in the flesh?”

I spread my arms wide, relieved not to feel myself waver on my feet, and glanced down at the gladiator body my woman had wished. It had drained a ridiculous amount of my energy to create, but the effect it was having on my woman made it all worthwhile.

“You’re such an ass!” Naima said in a clipped tone. “Cut it out.”

“I am what you made me. And, right now, I want to do all kinds of unspeakable things to you,” I said, letting my gaze roam over her in a suggestive fashion. “Touch me, Naima.”

She clenched her teeth and glared at me.

“Why are you upset?” I asked, genuinely confused as to why she would deny herself the pleasure of enjoying what was hers, created for her, and according to her wishes. “Do you not like what you see?”

“It’s inappropriate,” my woman said, extending a pile of clothes towards me while keeping her eyes averted.

“Inappropriate?” I asked. “Inappropriate would be you drooling over another male. But I am yours. Created for you, by you. No other female but you gets to see and touch this,” I said, taking a couple of steps towards her, while sliding my right hand down my muscular chest and chiseled abs.

The soft feel of my own hand on my skin reignited that pleasant flame in the pit of my stomach, further fanned by the sweet aroma of my woman’s arousal, dampened though it was by my limited human nose.

“Did I get it right, my mate?” I asked, in a purring tone. “Tall, muscular, tanned skin, with firm and round butt cheeks, and a massive cock small enough to fit, but big enough to make you feel like you’re on the verge of getting split open with each thrust.”

“ZAIN!”

Naima’s outraged shout barely registered. My brain had tilted the second my hand had closed around my partially erect cock to flaunt it to my mate. Fuck, it was sensitive! I gave it a couple of strokes, and my knees nearly buckled from the intense pleasure it gave me.

“Zain, cut that out immediately,” Naima hissed.

Closing the distance between us, she grabbed my wrist and forced my hand away from my cock. I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died in my throat. While my body undeniably attracted her, and despite the lingering scent of her arousal, the anger Naima felt right this instant exceeded the pleasure its sight gave her. I didn’t like the slimy feel that specific emotion of hers gave me one bit.

Confused, I took the clothes from her. She appeared relieved and pushed me towards the other door left of