Page 16 of Her Shifter Pack

If I ever in my whole life wanted to fuck a woman, it was this one. Right now.

And I couldn’t.

Lexie rolled off the doorframe and into her room. “Ah... so, I suppose I should...”

I nodded sharply once. “Yep. Night.”

I didn’t get one step before she called out, “Can I ask you why?”

“Why what?”

“Why shouldn’t you have done that? Because I’m... me? Or?” She was fidgeting with the sleeves on the shirt now, and although she looked extremely nervous, I could tell she wanted a real answer to the question.

I frowned. She thought I was rejecting her?

“No, well, yes. Fuck...” I ran a hand through my hair. “What I meant was... You’re a guest in our home. I promised you we’d keep our hands to ourselves. And the first time I see you... like that...” I gestured to her long, shapely legs. “I jump you like a teenager with no control. I’m sorry. I...”

I was ashamed of my actions. But I couldn’t get the words out properly.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down. Shit. I’d offended her, somehow. I had a younger sister. I knew what women looked like when they were upset.

I put both hands out and clung to the doorframe, not entering the room, but hovering as close to her as I dared. “Lexi, look at me.”

She forced her head up and stared at me, her eyes no longer shining.

“Don’t you dare think that I don’t want you. Look at me. Isn’t it obvious I do?”

Her gaze flicked down to my erection that was impossible to hide, then back up to my face. She pressed her lips into a thin line. What the hell? Had I just pissed her off again?

I groaned, confused. “What did I say?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I just... wanna go to bed, okay?”

“Sure. Good night.”

She walked forward and practically shut the door in my face.

The sound of the lock clicking into place made me clench my jaw. If I didn’t take advantage of her when she wanted me to, I certainly wasn’t going to force myself on her any other time.

I stomped to my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

Dammit.... Fucking... Grr...

I allowed my wolf to surface so a real growl rolled up through my vocal cords. I couldn’t seem to say anything right.

How could she be my mate if we clashed at every meeting?

My mate. Fucking hell! This was the last thing I expected. I didn’t want a mate. Never had.

I paced the floor in front of my bed, over and over.

I was sure Ollie could hear me.

In fact, I was pretty sure Ollie had heard the entire conversation between us, and he hadn’t come out.

I stopped pacing. That rat. He wanted us to get together because Ollie knew that once I touched my mate, I wouldn’t want to stop touching her.

“Motherfucker!”

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