Page 53 of Death Warden
I grab her wrists to hold her at bay and she shakes her head as if confused by her own behavior. Her huge green eyes look to me for answers. Confusion, fear, desperation. I can’t do this to her. I can’t leave her hanging like this.
She has a right to know. “It’s not me you want, Adi. It’s Spectre. He’s your mate, and the need you feel now is the bond desperate to be formed.”
Her breasts rise and fall with erratic breaths, then she nods as if accepting her fate.
I release her. She smiles, almost wryly, then turns on her heel and runs toward the house.
I’ve never been jealous of my best friend before, but fuck, I am now.
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ADI
I needed Spectre.
His glowing eyes filled my vision, and the echo of the memory of his hands tore a gasp of need from my lips.
I had to find him. My mate. Mine. I wasn’t sure what that truly meant or what the implications were, and I didn’t care. The raw primal energy inside me called for me to complete the circuit and claim what belonged to me.
I barreled into the common room, searching faces, looking for Spectre. Females straddled hellhounds, kissing and laughing. The smell of food and beer hit my senses and there was something else, another smell, sharp as I inhaled it but thick and satisfying when it filled my head.
Spectre.
I followed this scent, this pheromonal trail, cutting through the common room and into the dark hallway beyond, then up the stairs.
What would I do when I found him?
What would I say?
I couldn’t think straight.
And then I was at his door. I hammered on it. No answer. Fuck this. I shoved it open to reveal an empty room.
No. He was here. I could smell him.
The hammer of water registered.
The shower.
My skin burned with need and my mind twisted in indecision. Primal instincts won, driving me into the bathroom saturated with his presence.
I closed and locked the door, then pressed my back to it. His naked form was visible behind the frosted glass of the shower cubicle. I wanted to see it. I needed to touch it.
The water continued to run, but he stilled.
“You need to go, Adi.” His voice was a deep rumble that stroked my senses. “Go now, before it’s too late. I can’t control myself much longer.”
My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched, desperate to be filled, while at the same time my chest ached with indescribable longing for him.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I tore at my clothes, frantic to be free of them. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”
He growled, then slammed open the shower door to meet me halfway before dragging me against his hot, naked body and into the shower cubicle.
Our mouths found each other, melding in desperate kisses that tugged at my soul. I clawed his shoulders and he grabbed my thigh, lifting my leg to wrap it around him. Oh, God, he was pressed to me, thick and pulsing. I moved against his shaft, making it a different kind of wet.
“Adi.” He kissed my neck and squeezed my ass, lifting me up to press me to the tiles.
“Please. Spectre, please fuck me.”
