Page 32 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
His eyes go on a slow and deliberate journey over me. “Ilovethe way you look,” he says softly.
I walk past him.
His hand snags my wrist, and he tugs me.
I bounce off his chest as my eyes fly to his.
“You don’t need to hide it. I like the way you look at me.” He leans in.
I press my fingers to his belly, but I don’t shift my fingers to claws. “Do it, and Iwillhurt you.”
His grin is infectious.
He takes a step back and shoves his shorts down.
I direct my eyes to the sky. “It’s a good thing you live in the middle of nowhere, because that is a crime in the city.”
And I jump when something wet and rough swipes the back of my hand.
A large blond-brown wolf sits on its haunches, staring at me.
Back in the old mine, after I’d fought Cristofer off me and just before I passed out, I thought I was imagining him.
My fingers grip his fur. It’s softer than it looks, thicker too. He leans into my touch as if he craves more of my touch as much as I crave his.
Is our mate bond growing?
“Thanks for coming after me,” I whisper.
He gives me a look that implies I’m stupid for thinking he wouldn’t.
I smile when I didn't think I had a smile in me. “Idiot wolf.”
He licks my knee, and I yank my leg back, glaring at him.
And I hesitate, my eyes moving from him to the dark forest behind him.
I’m not sure I want to go on a run with Aren. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to be taking my clothes off anywhere near him either. But the thought of going back up those stairs,and crawling into bed to fall into nightmares and half-formed memories of my past life is something I want even less.
“Turn around.”
He blinks at me.
Muttering a curse at stupid alphas, I peel the shirt from my head, toss it aside, and shimmy out of my pants, throwing those aside as well. Since I’m barefoot, I don’t need to take off my shoes.
It’s only when I drop into a crouch that I lift my eyes to find Aren staring, breathing hard. Still a wolf, but his gold eyes burn.
I reach for my wolf, diving headfirst into the beast that lives inside me. I bolt past the staring Aren, and into the forest to run from the terrors I can’t pin down long enough to fight.
9
KAT
We run for hours.
Aren is a close presence by my side, and our fur occasionally brushes.
I thought this was what I needed. A run. Maybe even hunt a rabbit or two. But this isn’t nearly as satisfying as I thought it would be.
