Page 13 of Shifting Fate
Arias
As I opened the front door, Dallon’s scent hit me like a punch to the nose, and when I saw him standing there… God. I gripped the doorframe to hold myself steady, but I didn’t have the strength to keep my gaze from raking down the front of him.
He was practicallypouredinto those pants. They were so tight, I could make out the shape of his dick beneath the buttery leather. I gaped at him like a starstruck fool.
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
I stumbled back into the house before I could think twice, and Dallon pranced right on in, brushing against me on his way past. Purposefully taunting me—and it was working. I itched to throw caution to the wind and do exactly what my wolf was howling for, to pin Dallon up against the front door, yank down those pants and fuck him raw, right here and now.
My cock twitched at the thought. Suddenly, I was thankful that Dallon couldn’t scent me, because my arousal would be a dead giveaway. All I could do was stare after him as he strutted over to the couch and flopped down, propping the heels of his leather boots up on the coffee table.
I was at a loss for words. He looked absolutely stunning. Everything I could ever ask for in a mate, the fates had gifted—or cursed—me with, and it stung.
I couldn’t get over his hair. The shaggy mohawk-looking thing had been trimmed short into an artful style, bleached and dyed the richest of purples. I yearned to run my hands through it. My fingers curled into fists until my claws bit into my palms.Breathe through it. You’re stronger than this.
Aware that he was staring at me, I walked stiff-legged over to the couch and took the cushion beside him, putting enough distance between us that I wouldn’t turn rabid and jump his bones.
“You changed your hair,” I mumbled. Thank you, Captain Obvious.
“I did, and I absolutelyadorehow it turned out. I’d been thinking of changing it up for awhile now, but when you suggested purple, well…” He smirked and raised a brow. “I just couldn’t help myself. You know, if you ever wanted to change your style up, I could refer you to my guy? Tybalt is amazing at what he does.”
By the look on his face, I could only imagine what all he andTybalthad done. I bit back my growl just in time. Huffing, I ran a hand through my own mane. “Espen’s the one who likes playing with his hair, not me. Maybe you should ask him.”
Dallon’s perfectly glossy lips turned down in a pout. “You’re no fun.” He scooted over until the warmth of his leg was pressed against mine, then reached out to run his slim fingers through my hair. “I dunno. A streak or two of electric blue would look amazing, if you ask me. Make your eyes pop.” He widened his, then pulled away.
God, the smell of him would be my undoing. “What are you doing here?”
He waved his hand, flicking it at the wrist. “I was bored. You’re fun.”
I highly doubted that. The man was dressed to go clubbing, ready for a night on the town. No. Ready to get down and dirty on the dance floor. Dallon Abernathy had every intention of getting lucky tonight.
With me.
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure. “And you had to dress up to hang out with me?”
He rolled his eyes. “I got a new wardrobe, bae. Not everyone feels confident prancing around in sweat pants and a hoodie.” As soon as he said that, Tristram walked past in exactly that. My Alpha snorted a laugh and hightailed it around the corner. I groaned.
Dallon laughed.“Hethought it was funny. Hey, maybe I’m hanging out with the wrong guy.” Jumping to his feet, he called out, “Hey, Tristram—” but I caught his wrist and yanked him back down.
“Leave Tris alone, he’s busy,” I said, even though we both knew that was a big, fat lie. He’d had a Pop-Tart in one hand and was browsing Reddit on his phone with the other.
Dallon lofted a brow and scoffed. “Yeah.Realbusy. What about you? Are you too busy for moi? I thought maybe we could, I dunno, watch a movie? Play games? Don’t you have a Wii or something?”
“Nope,” I replied.
He heaved a melodramatic sigh, then did exactly what I was afraid he would do—he draped himself across my lap. Fuck.Don’t look at him. Keep your eyes on the TV.
“Dallon…”
“What?” he chirped. “Something wrong?”
It was my turn to sigh. I wasn’t getting out of this. The fates were dead-set on torturing me. My voice was gravelly when I finally spoke. “Let’s just watch a movie, okay?”
He clapped his hands together. “Yay!”
“Get off,” I grumbled, nudging him with my leg.
“Oh, gladly,” he drawled with a wink. “Where and how? Would you prefer me on my knees, or—”
