Page 63 of Rejected Exile

She's here. Inside me.My wolf.

"It worked," I whisper to myself, hearing the awe in my voice. A wicked smile curls up my lips, and I can't help but share some of my joy with Kieran, who wassupposedto be there the first moment this happened. "It really, actually worked."

He stares at me. I can't tell what he's thinking. In a low, suddenly husky voice he murmurs, "Your eyes have changed."

"They have? I want to see!"

Leaping forward, I race past him towards the house—and have to steady myself against the door frame as his scent suddenly washes over me, too close for comfort. Fumbling with the key, I glance over at him, tension rippling through me at the mere inches that suddenly separate us.

His eyes, normally the brown of sweet honey, are rimmed with glowing yellow. "Delilah." There's a tone in his voice that I don't recognize; his hands clench and unclench at his sides. "What did you do?"

"Something impossible," I whisper, tears gathering in my eyes as I unlock the door and stumble into the house, feeling Kieran at my back as he follows closely. "Something big."

My legs carry me to the mirror hung in the front hallway. I turn to it with my breath lodged in my throat—and see my eyes, suddenly so different, the irises glowing with the color of another being within me. What are normally two deep forest green rings, one with a single chip of dark brown at the bottom, are now blue on one side—and silvery white on the other, where the brown chip normally is.

I reach up to touch my face—then feel a sharp pang in my middle. Something yawns inside me, something big and hungry. Heat pools in my center and flows down to my thighs, sparking in the space between them, my apex throbbing with desire.

I turn to Kieran and inhale. The sweet and spiciness of his scent is like a warm blanket around me. Staring at him, I can see that his pupils are black and deep. When I inhale again, I catch a scent I didn't recognize before, and realize with a startled wonder that it's arousal.

I'm smelling it on myself.

And also on him.

The thing inside me—theherinside me—is very, very pushy with desire. What she wants, more than anything, is to sink her claws into a big slab of muscular man, and she wants to do itnow.Even better: there's a man in front of her that she wants. So like a shark scenting blood in the water, she thrashes and attacks.

There's a wolf inside me alright. And now that she's out, she wants tofuck.

"Let's talk later," I tell Kieran, dimly remembering that there was some kind of conversation we were supposed to have. "There are other things I want to do right now."

"Delilah—" He swallows, and I find myself, like someone having an out-of-body experience, close enough to see the tension in his jaw, because I've grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed my body against his. "We shouldn't do this. It's not what you want. Not really."

"Oh yeah?" Hitching up my hip, I throw a leg around him and gasp at I rub against his muscular thigh. There's tension in his body alright, and it's rubbing up against the tension in mine with the mostdelightfulfriction. I moan. "I'm pretty surethisis what I want."

"But—it's just—"

"Shut up," I snap at him, sudden anger coiling in my belly. "We were supposed to do this years ago, weren't we? And you fucked that up, because you're an asshole. Don't fuck it up again, Kieran."

He stares at me. The moment stretches. For the span of a heartbeat, I almost think he might leave me in the cold again.

This time, I think I might kill him.

And I'm pretty sure the wolf inside me is capable of pulling it off.

But he reaches around, grabs onto my ass, and hitches me up against him. A rumbling growl leaves his chest—and I part my lips to find a panting mewl leaving mine. Walking me backwards, he slams me up against the wall and presses a deep, scorching, hot kiss against my lips.

I wrap my legs around him and moan as friction catches between us.

Finally, I'm going to get what I've always wanted.

I'm going to havehim.

Twenty

Delilah

Kieran's kiss is better than I could have ever imagined. More adult, more skillful, his lips soft and hungry, his tongue stroking fire inside me. He presses his hips forward until I can feel the outline of his erection against my inner thigh, and all I want is the clothesoffnow.

Dimly, I'm aware of the thrum of energy in my blood. The sharp curve of my fingernails. How I moan and it comes out throaty, full of a strange growl. My skin feels hot and tight, and my scalp pricks with sensation. This is my wolf calling the shots now, and probably the human side of me should stop her.

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