Page 11 of Forsaken

With mercy, he pulls away, and we lock eyes. His have gone a silver blue—the same tone as his wolf’s. It makes me shiver right down to my very core.

I see him in a different light now. Nathan, my friend, my shoulder to cry on, has just given me the best orgasm of my life.

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The post sex high crashes quickly. Nathan’s chest still heaves as he stares down with a confused expression. A douse of fear suddenly hits me. He wasn’t pretending I was Gayle, was he? I just might murder a bitch for that.

His next words calm my worries. “Jesus, Mia.”

My stomach tugs with apprehension. Despite what I could fool myself into in the middle of that passion-fueled romp, what we just did could have serious consequences.

“Shit,” Nathan says, scrambling off me.

Not caring if I stretch out his shirt, I pull my knees up and tuck it around my whole body.

He runs his hands through his hair. Propping himself up on one arm, he hikes his other knee up. The storm clouds keep rolling in. Off in the distance, thunder snaps like an angry god.

The part of me that had fun wants to ask Nathan what he’s thinking right now, but the other part of me that’s freaking out about shifter laws and fucking fate is quelling that shit real quick.

We just gave Fate the middle finger. Both fingers, in fact, stuck up in the air with no care in the world.

“Mia....”

“Don’t talk,” I say, holding my hand out. Maybe he was right earlier when he didn’t want to discuss the kiss. How am I going to talk to him about what just happened? His tongue was on my vajayjay. And I fucking liked it.

I search for my wolf inside me, wondering what her thoughts are in all of this, but I don’t feel her at all.

“Shit.” I stand, my mind blanking. “My wolf. My fucking wolf.”

Nathan stands alongside me in alarm. “What about her?”

“She’s not there. I can’t feel her.”

He reaches out to grab my arm, but I sidestep him. I can’t handle him touching me right now, because I don’t want to fall into his arms again.

“Calm down,” he says, voice low and careful like he’s talking to a frightened cat. “Mine’s still there. I’m sure you’re fine.”

“No,” I growl back. “I’m not fine.”

Anger comes then, consuming me. Everything is most definitely not fine. I just let my best friend lick me into an orgasm after receiving the news that I only have two weeks to get my mate to accept me. The tragedy of my situation hits me like a brick to the face. The carelessness to which these people have treated me—treated us. It’s unfair. There’s no other way to put it.

This time, when Nathan puts his arms around me, I don’t tell him to stop. I let him pull me in, my fingers working into his chest hair as his comb through my brown tresses.

“She’s there. Just center yourself. Deep breaths.”

I close my eyes and level my breaths like he’s asking me to. Within a minute, I feel her again, right where she always is. When she notices me searching for her, she comes to attention. Alarm rings through me, but I quickly reassure her that we’re not in immediate danger.

Immediate being the operative word.

We’re definitely in a shit ton of danger. If, by chance, Nathan and I can keep what we just did quiet, I still have a ticking clock above my head.

I imagine myself standing on the brink of a large forest after having been driven down a dark, desolate road for hours and hours. It’s unfamiliar. Unwelcoming. It’s for those of us who are Feral. Conventional wisdom tells me there will be no one in the forest waiting for me. They’ll be dead or wish they were….

Nathan kisses my temple, and my eyes fly open. He’s done that so many times before, and I never thought twice about it. It was just a gesture of friendship—something to show me he cares.

“Relax,” he soothes. “I won’t try to seduce you.”

I blow out a breath. The agitation has somewhat subsided, but I’m still in a world of shit. “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I tell Nathan honestly.

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