Page 29 of Forsaking His Mate

I need to leave, but where would I go?

I need a witch to keep my moon sickness at bay, and witches tend to hate wolf shifters.

Tessa stops on the path, her face tipping toward the darkened sky. She closes her eyes, just enjoying the scenery for a moment.

Fuck, I want to go to her and kiss her.

I want to sink into her tight pussy and make her mine.

Her gaze suddenly turns in my direction and I feel as if she is staring through the walls and into my eyes.

My heart stops in my chest.

If this is wrong, then why do I want her so much?

I wait for her to walk away, for her eyes to let me go, but she makes her way up the path toward my cabin instead.

My wolf loses his mind, howling and pawing at the ground as she approaches the door. I could slip out one of the windows, avoid her completely, but I don’t. I wait until I hear a timid knock on the door.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I know she must be able to feel my anxiety through our mating bond, even though that is not yet fully formed.

I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants and walk to the door as if I’m facing the gallows.

I pull it open, and without the door between us, my breath catches in my throat.

Fuck, she’s stunning, and my body calls to hers.

It takes all my will not to rip her clothes off and to keep my hands fisted at my side. “What do you want?” I demand, my voice choked as I force it between my tight throat muscles.

“To talk. I know you don’t want me,” she says, and my stomach twists at the way those words make me feel. I do want her, and that’s the problem. I want her so much, but I can’t. “But we can at least be civilized. We are both living here.”

“When have I not been civilized?” I demand.

“Avoiding me, the house, and the women isn’t civilized.”

My skin feels too hot, and I want to touch her. I want to grab her face and slam my mouth against hers.

I lick my lips and she follows the trail of my tongue, her eyes heating.

“You need to go,” I tell her, but she doesn’t move.

“Why? So you can continue to pretend I don’t exist?”

She reaches out and touches my arm. As soon as her skin meets mine, heat explodes through me and I move before I know what I’m doing.

I grab her throat, pulling her into the cabin, and press her against the wall next to the door.

She sucks in a surprised breath as I press my body against hers. I feel like fire is licking over my skin and my cock is solid to the point of pain.

Tessa meets my gaze without a hint of fear in her eyes, but if she had any sense she’d run and never look back.

She has no idea how much of a monster I am.

I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she tries to breathe through her excitement, maybe even her doubt.

I dip my head as if I’m going to press my mouth to hers. I want to. Every cell in my body screams at me to do it as her wolf calls to mine.

I can feel the mating bond there, ready to snap fully into place the moment I accept her, but I can’t. Not when there is the risk I might end her life by becoming her mate.

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