Page 26 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

After checking the entirety of the east wing, I run full speed back to the middle of the house. As I go through the kitchen, I keep my nose high, looking for any trace of blood.

I’ve just proven my wolf senses aren’t great, so I’m not sure how much good this will do me.

Still not hearing or smelling anything, I go down the hall into the west wing. Her room would be the obvious answer, and when I knock on the door, I pray to hear her inside. When there is no answer, I push the door open slowly, hoping to find her curled up in bed. Seeing the room completely empty adds to my anxiety.

Where the hell is she?

It’s okay, stay calm. It can’t be that bad.

I decide to take a warm shower and get properly dressed before I go out to look for her or alert the others. I still feel jittery and unsettled, but it’s good to have a plan.

Instead of going to my room and private bathroom, I head for the main one. I’m thinking so hard about my next steps searching for Alisa that I just throw the door open.

A blast of steamy, rose-scented air hits me right in the face, and I freeze as I watch Alisa getting out of the shower. She’s right between opening the door and grabbing a towel. She freezes in place, her eyes locking on to mine.

I can’t stop staring. Her pale skin is glowing a warm pink from the water, and her silvery hair is hanging over her shoulders and around her face like twisted lines of golden rope. My eyes slip away from hers to watch crystal drops of water slide down her breasts and belly.

The moment stretches on, and I feel like I have to move or say something—anything—to break the tension.

I can’t. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I have a raging fucking hard-on! If I try to move or speak, I’ll have a goddamn seizure.

Suddenly, Alisa’s hand flashes out and grabs a towel from the nearby rack. The shower door swings shut behind her, and she swiftly wraps the big, fluffy towel around her. Her movement snaps me out of my trance, and by the time she turns to look at me, I’m already backing away.

“Sorry,” I mutter, almost stumbling over my own feet. “I should’ve… I mean, I didn’t—”

Oh, fuck.

I grab the doorknob and yank it towards me, slamming the bathroom door shut. Then I run to my room, wondering how in hell I’m going to make this up to her.

Chapter 9 - Alisa

Later that night, I can’t sleep. It’s got nothing to do with nightmares and everything to do with the hungry look in Jenks’s eyes when he came crashing through the bathroom door.

I wanted to see that expression on his face every day of my life… to be desirable to him, for him to want me.

I want it so badly, I can’t possibly trust it. Was it really naked desire I saw, or just shock?

Shock that the little ice princess was naked in front of him… and even uglier under the clothes than he ever imagined?

Groaning, I turn over and bury my face in the pillow. My cheeks are hot and my blood is on fire, but none of it is from shame. This is pure, naked lust. When I had it bad for him in high school, I had no idea how much my body could crave. How intense that feeling could become when it was allowed to ferment for several years.

Even though I’ve done it so many times already, I summon that moment again—the sound of the bathroom door opening making me jump like a bolt of lightning, striking fear into my bones before I saw who it was. Then realizing it was Jenks, and freezing in his gaze like a deer stuck in the middle of a trail.

Who else was it going to be? It’s his house.

I chuckle to myself. Pure common sense has absolutely no place when adrenaline is running high. I didn’t know what I expected to see when I looked at the door, but it certainly wasn’t Jenks, standing there with his hand on the doorknob and his eyes so wide, they were rimmed in white.

Stranger still was the effect that moment had on me. Normally, I’d want to cover up as quickly as possible. I’m not the kind of girl who flaunts her body, and certainly not comfortable with nudity the way shifters are. But as that moment stretched into seconds and my mind got past the initial shock, I realized I didn’t want to move.

Look, Jenks. Look at me. See me. Then tell me how you feel…

As hard as I want to examine this incident critically, to spare my own feelings if my deepest desire isn’t true, I can’t see that look in his eyes as anything other than hungry.

Starving. Ravenous, in fact. Like he could barely stop himself from crossing the distance between us in three short steps, grabbing me around the waist, hurling me to the floor, and slaking his hunger by burying his face in my pussy…

I shout into the pillow, wriggling under the covers. Jenks and I have only lived in the same house for just over twenty-four hours, and already my lust is consuming me.

I stood there for far too long. Almost as if I was tempting him, hoping he would take me…

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