Page 6 of My Omega's Baby
He lifted one shoulder. “Maybe we can talk our differences out.”
I chuffed. “You mean like therapy?”
His cheeks tinged pink. “I mean communication.”
“I didn’t have a shitty childhood, so I’m not sure what you’re hoping to discover about me.”
His mouth hardened. “I’m not trying to find out about you. I’m trying to figure out how we can spend two weeks stuck together where neither of us kills the other.”
I took a long swig off my beer, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s not really a mystery. We don’t like each other.”
“Yeah. But why?”
“Because you’re a dick?” I arched one brow.
He narrowed his eyes. “And you’re a colossal asshole.”
Irritation nipped at me. “Sometimes people just don’t like each other.”
He shifted his position, and because of the way his shorts folded, I got a view of his briefs. It was just a glimpse of white cotton, but something washed through me at the thought of his cock nestled behind that thin layer of material. A wave of lusty hunger hit me, and my cock pressed my zipper as I pulled my gaze away.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“We’re both intelligent men. We should be able to work through our differences.” He spoke earnestly, completely unaware of the internal struggle I was having.
I finished off my beer and kept my eyes pinned over his head on a little cat clock over the sink in the kitchen. I was confused and freaked-out by what was happening to my body. I’d never had any interest in men, and now I couldn’t look at my least favorite person without getting a hard-on. Was it something I’d eaten? Was I having a nervous breakdown?
“Did you hear me?” he asked, sounding irritated.
“Yes.”
He exhaled. “You’d rather just hate each other forever?”
“I don’t think talking will work.”
“Well, of course you know best,” he grumbled.
I licked my lips and took a chance on glancing at him. His eyes were glittery and his face flushed. My gaze fell to his full lips, and that startling hunger nipped at me again. What would he taste like? I was consumed with the desire to know how soft his lips were and if he would use tongue when he kissed.
In a desperate attempt to get my mind off his mouth, I blurted, “I’m put off by your arrogance. You think you know more than us alphas.”
“Maybe if you guys showed us a little more respect we wouldn’t feel the need to prove ourselves constantly.”
The husky sound of his voice sent tingles through my body. Something was horribly wrong with me. My wolf was trying to push to the surface. The need to hunt and take what I wanted was overpowering. I was breathless with desire, and shockingly, Blade was the object of my desire. Sweat prickled my brow as I struggled to fight back the wolf inside. I grunted and clutched the arm of the couch, closing my eyes and clamping down on the aching instincts inside of me. When I opened my eyes, he stared at me with a puzzled expression.
“Are you okay?” He wrinkled his brow.
I bit the inside of my cheek and tasted blood, but at least it distracted me enough that I could get control of my bizarre urges. “I have a headache.” I actually did have a pounding headache.
“Oh.” He stood and went into his bathroom. When he returned, he held out two pills. “Ibuprofen.”
“Sure it’s not poison?”
He rolled his eyes and dropped the caplets into my palm. “These take pain away. If I was going to murder you I’d do the opposite.”
I glanced at my empty beer bottle.
He grabbed his water and offered it to me. “I don’t have any diseases.”
