Page 50 of Blood and Magic
She came closer, forcing me to spread my legs wider so she could move in between them. Now inches away, she peered up my torso with an adorable, beguiling grin, like she knew what I’d been dreaming about, had been dreaming about it herself. The inches between us sizzled with anticipation, crackling with how much I wanted to close them.
“What if I wanted to run from you?” she murmured. “What if I wanted you to chase me until you caught me and held me down while you took what you wanted?”
Fucking hell.
The mental image alone was enough to keep me hard for a month, and an electric shock of arousal ricocheted down my spine and into my balls. I wanted that more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. For the first time in years…literal years…I lusted after a female with passionate abandon.
Maybe she read this in my eyes because she hooked her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans and pulled my hips forward, connecting my pelvis to hers.
“You’re no good for me, Mill?” She scoffed. “I’m no good for you, either. But maybe we could be no good together for a little while and see where it goes.”
Ohhh, what a tease. But I knew better. If I took her the way she wanted me to, if I let myself give in to it, I wouldn’t be able to stop. She deserved better, that much was true, but there was more happening here than she knew about. She would transition, and fuck me, but I would help her through it because I didn’t want anyone else to. And if we were bound to end up there anyway, what the hell was I waiting for?
“You enjoyed yourself at the cliffside; I know you did,” she said. “And you told me you’d fuck me in my bed and taste me until you’d had your fill. Have you already gotten it? Your fill?”
The decadent feminine scent of her arousal plumed around me, pulling me under its spell, and the more I resisted, the more it yanked. I could give in. I could let it sweep me out to sea, releasing these years of pent-up sexual frustration. But I was terrified of what that meant. Four days from the moon, and I was clawing out of my skin. I wanted and I yearned and I…
Get your shit together, Vermillion.
She lost patience with me before I could give in and stepped back with a despondent smile and sad eyes. “Okay, Mill. I get the message, loud and clear.”
My heart dropped as she turned and headed back into the house, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Fuck!
What was wrong with me? If I wanted the female, I should take her. Now. While she could still say she wanted me back. The whiplash of swinging from knowing I shouldn’t have her to being unable to resist her had my soul in shambles. I ran my hands over my face and took a deep breath before walking back into the cabin, steeling myself against the sight.
Fenris had one arm wrapped around Maeve’s waist, the other holding her free hand up by their shoulders. She laughed as he spun her around, his movements crisp and clean, hers clumsy with mirth and alcohol. He leaned into her ear and whispered something that made her smile, such a quick reversal from the pout I’d gotten outside.
Last night, I’d made her grin like that. And last week, she looked at me with those fucking eyes and told me she wanted me.
This was the animal in her, trying to break loose. If I didn’t give her what she needed, she’d find it from someone else. Even my best friend. Hell, out of all the monsters in this fucking place, he would be her next best bet—second only to me.
He slid his fingertips up the column of her spine, swaying her around to the beat of the slow music blaring over the radio. A hot wave of something dark and territorial flooded my veins, cascading from my chest down into my gut and fingers. I wanted to tear Fenris’s head from his shoulders. I wanted to rip his hands off for touching her.
Fenris lifted his gaze to mine and raised an eyebrow.
I knew what he was doing, and fuck me for being such a stupid shit, but it was working.
I stalked over to the radio, slammed the power button, and glared at the two of them as they startled and glanced back at me.
“Party’s over,” I snarled, looking to the Vanderbilt. “Go home, Maeve.”
“Mill,” Fenris said. “Come on, buddy.”
“No, it’s okay.” Maeve nodded and glanced around. “Thank you for the good time.”
She walked toward the front door, brushing me with her shoulder as she passed. That one touch did me in. My beast yelped at the connection, electricity, and three weeks’ worth of tension exploding. The door closed behind her. I glared at my best friend, sent a wave of back off down the pack bond, and turned to go after her.
By the time I stepped off the front porch, Maeve was a hundred yards ahead of me. She stalked across the backyard toward her house with her arms wrapped around her midsection, and I followed behind her like the obsessed psycho I was. Gods, what a fucking nightmare. I’d rejected her, pushed her away, and two minutes later gotten jealous that someone else had swooped in. My wolf cared about none of that. He simply wanted her and couldn’t understand the human’s reluctance.
When I got close enough for her to hear my footsteps, she rounded on me, her eyes blazing, her hands clamped into fists at her sides.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She shoved my shoulders as hard as she could, but I outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, so I barely moved.
“You know what he was doing.” The words came out clipped and angry, almost as a roar.
“Of course.” Maeve tilted her face to mine, staring me down, refusing to break eye contact. In my world, that meant a fight for dominance, but my wolf understood it as something else…something the human wouldn’t put a name on. “But what business is it of yours? You want me, you don’t want me. You eat me out, let me suck you off, you pretend it didn’t happen. You kiss me, you ghost me. You flirt with me, you reject me. Make up your mind.”
