Page 31 of Hound

Mates?My body stilled. Such a thing didn’t exist in our world of science and logic. While our mother entertained the idea once or twice in my youth, it was a simple illusion painted for entertainment. There was no possibility of it?—

Lorenzo inhaled sharply as he straightened himself. While it had been over a week since our last visit, why had Lorenzo gone without me? A tinge of dejection tugged at my chest. “Why did you go back?”

“W-Why?” His complexion darkened and a smirk played at my lips as I gazed down at him. Was Lorenzo Devon capable of blushing? “Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“I will once you answer my question,” I responded and quickly pressed my lips together to hide the smile that wished to deepen.

He rolled his eyes and gazed away, but his hold tightened around my waist. “I was pissed off ‘cause you were all I thought about. You requesting me through Sonia sent me over the edge.”

His heartbeat hitched as the flush traveled to his temples. We had yet to discuss what occurred that night in That Man’s chamber, but such thoughts washed away as my gaze fell on his full lips, the pronounced Cupid’s bow that pursed.

“Christopher?”

“Yes?”

Worry hollowed his gaze as they caught on mine, his jaw slightly hardening into a contour. “What you saw tonight, you can’t share with anyone. No one knows about my lycan side.”

“You have my word, Lorenzo.” Lycans were portrayed as extinct, but in truth, they were ostracized into extinction. They had ceased to exist to the eye, but the media never candidlyconfirmed nor denied their current existence after the Cold War. Mother assured as such through her teachings, sharing how she herself wasn’t entirely sure of the matter.

With such realization, a weight pressed on my shoulders. It was one that dug through flesh and throbbed within my muscles, a sensation like nothing felt before. It would be an honor to carry it for Lorenzo, to share a secret only for us.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his tone a rasp against my flesh.

My eyes traced the outline of his sharp features, the short stubble tracing his cheeks and jaw and fading into his clean-shaven head. Melting medallion yellow eyes possessed me inwardly and outwardly.

Lorenzo was a furious storm that disturbed the peace I had solaced in. The opposition to my accordance in this society. Rugged yet flawless—a transpiring calamity that possessed the power to drift me apart from all I’ve known and have existed for.

Yet, my bones didn’t drum with the inclination to distance myself. Something else—that sixth sense—whispered to plunge with abandon.

And I did.

Sensations crashed onto me as my lips took his, fangs further elongating and nipping without breaking his flesh. Lorenzo responded in his touch, hands rummaging upward my spine and onto my neck. Fingers wrapped around my nape and pulled me deeper, his nostrils flaring as he took me in with his tongue.

“You smell so fucking good. Likemine.”

Awareness sparked my flesh as he lifted us in a single swoop and pushed me onto a soft curve of limestone. Its frigid surface had no effect on me as Lorenzo’s heat enveloped my body, as if melding into my own.

But it wasn’t enough. With him, more was requisite.

I pulled away, a low growl escaping Lorenzo’s lips. They stifled when his gaze fell on my fingers as they undid my buttons.My pale blouse was discarded in the blink of an eye, bare flesh meeting Lorenzo’s as I brought him to me, his large length grazing mine.

He didn’t fully settle as doubt lined between his eyebrows. “What do you want?”

“You,” my response was fluid, one that needed no reconsideration. An attraction had always existed between the two of us. This was more than that. It was beyond primal lust and impulsiveness. It was the light out of the void I had been sustaining myself in. “And a shower after we finish.”

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” A shadow casted over his gaze, the nervousness persisting as his pupils expanded. Gooseflesh followed his wake as his fingers trailed from my arms and up my shoulders, meeting at my nape. Light touches slowly unraveled the braid resting on my back.

“Says the one who wanted to stop it all before it could fully start.”

He rolled his eyes, a playful grin softening as he tugged off my glasses from my chest and leveled them. “Be honest, do you actually use these?”

“I do, but not because I need to.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Then why?”

“Because they were my mother’s.” The distant memory was of one of my youth, one that I had long forced myself to forget. Before it could be burrowed, my lips spoke, “She used to have them near her at all times up until the twin’s birth. She never wore them out of necessity. At times, she used them when she read because she missed the feeling. But it was a token from her human life, and a gift to me before her passing.”

Lorenzo’s facial expression softened, his eyes flaring with compassion and awe as he nodded. “Then we should keep this safe, yeah?” He tucked them away from us. “You know, you mayhave been a pompous fuck, but I knew from the beginning that you were more than that.”

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