Page 28 of Banished Mates
Yet, at no point had I felt in danger.
It must be because I was biologically predisposed not to fear him.
Who was I kidding?
That wasn’t true. I didn’t want to get so close to them to where I couldn’t leave them. That would be bad because I refused to do nothing if I put them in danger.
That was why I kept the distance between Camden and me after having sex. It was the only line I could draw. Some faux impression that I kept myself at a distance.
I blinked down at my name I’d scrawled on the notepad. Sighing, I pushed it away and rested my head on the surface of the table. My eyes fluttered shut as a sweet unrecognizable scent filled the kitchen.
The heat filling the air chased some of the chilliness from the room and my eyelids became unbearably heavy.
A spine-tingling touch grazed my shoulder.
“Willow... Beautiful name, lass.”
Rowan
My mate.
She was forever mine to protect.
Kit set her on the only bed in the place and dragged the blanket over her shoulders.
Willow kicked at the thick material until her legs were free. She groaned and wiggled side to side, burrowing in the feather mattress and jostling a pillow which she hugged to her chest.
Her movements captivated me. My tongue lolled out and I gave into the desire to hop on the bed. It dipped, but she didn’t budge.
Kit met my gaze with his brows furrowed. Something about him was off that I could only match to aggression. The same emotion had filled me from the moment I saw her in the forest.
I must claim her. That would fix my problem. She was mine anyway.
But she also seemed hurt.
A curious thing she was. I could not understand her, as hard as I tried, and when I rubbed against her, she had seemed averse to it.
So, I gave space, but I did not like it.
“I’m going to clean the portable heater. Keep an eye on her.”
Not bothering to respond to Kit, I watched her slack face.
Kit sighed and left the room. His restraint was greater than mine because there was no way I would be able to exit the room.
Her long leg poked out from the shirt that smelled like Kit and my lip lifted in a silent snarl. I did not like that.
Crawling forward, I pressed my muzzle into her ankle, rubbing against her hard.
I needed all of her covered in my smell.
There was no wolfinme. It was just me. I was odd and did things differently, but I justwas—Instinctual.
I would never think similarly to humans, but I would remain patient for her and learn. She breathed hard as she remained in a deep sleep, her body clutching the pillow hard. Her small toes peeked from under the blanket and I licked the arch.
Her scent engulfed me, and I ached for more of it.
Willow
