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“Where are you going?” Alarm taints her voice. “You’re not leaving, are you? I was joking!”
I remember everything she’s been through tonight—the state I found her in. She needs comfort. I shouldn’t be the one to give it to her, but once again, I’m the only one around.
Even if I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t.
“You can’t get rid of me that fast.” My expression softens. “I’m just taking a shower. I’ll be quick.”
“Promise?”
I nod. “Promise. Keep the grimoire safe for me, alright?”
“I’ll try.” She rolls onto her side and drapes an arm over the book.
My thoughts are too foggy to worry about leaving her alone. A cloud of lust settles over me. I no longer feel human. My wolf howls for relief, and I know he won’t shut up until I take care of myself.
A cold shower is the plan, but that isn’t what happens. The water is hot, steamy, scalding. I stand under the stream and press my forehead to the cool linoleum, wrapping my fist around my cock.
“I’m a piece of shit,” I grumble.
My thoughts wander to her, where she lies in bed, so soft. She’s lying on her side, and I think about coming up behind her and letting her feel how hard justtalkingto her makes me. A growl rips from my throat, and I stroke harder, imagining burying myself in her.
“That’s right,” I grunt. “You can take it all. Be a good girl.”
We’re so interconnected already, our souls mingling and intertwining until it feels like she’s taking my every inch and begging me to fill her with my hot cum. The sound of her pleas, of her cries of pleasure rather than fear, fills my mind as I pour my seed down the drain.
Fuck… I’m fucked.
Chapter 12
Aspen
I haven’t hada roommate since college, and if I had to choose one now, it wouldn’t be a grumpy werewolf.
There are only two reasons I’m grateful to share a living space with Mac, and each is attached to his shoulders. His strong arms make him the perfect physical protector. I’m not above admitting I need one of those right now.
Anything to keep my family safe.
The view isn’t bad, either. He looks sweet when he’s sleeping. Sunlight shines on his face, illuminating a line of his cool skin in an orange glow. Something catches in my chest, a stray butterfly from the old crush I’ve been struggling to stomp out. My heartbeat falters, and my breath comes to a standstill.
Aphrodite’s presence is powerful in the morning. That’s all it is.
Erie rests in her open cage, cooing, as a reminder of the goddess’s presence. While I may have had a fleeting attraction for Mac, it’s gone now, like anyone I’ve been interested in.
As much as I want to find a long-lasting, perfect partner, it never quite works out like that.
He may be sweet and peaceful when he’s asleep, but that’s only compared to his usual rigid posture and cranky face.
I kneel by his bedside and shake his shoulder. The thick grimoire rests on my lap. “Rise and shine!”
Mac opens an eye, glaring at me. He hates me even when he’s barely awake. I should be offended, but the light shines into his bright iris, and my throat tightens again in a way I don’t understand.
Well, I understand the feeling, but I don’t know why I still feel it forhim. He hasn’t done anything particularly charming, not like the others I’ve dated. He hasn’t given me a gift, smothered me in attention, or brought me on a romantic getaway. What do I see in him?
It must be his watercolor eyes. They look like a piece of art in the sunlight.
“What are you doing?” His voice is a deep growl; I swear I feel the vibration between my legs.
“It’s breakfast time.” I pat his shoulder once and stand up. “Come on. You don’t want to miss breakfast.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “You seem like you eat a lot.”
