Page 14 of Targeted By Temptation
“Yeah.” He bit his bottom lip, and what was my first thought? I wished it was my teeth there. “You’re not running.”
Running? Why would I run? Oh yeah, because any person hearing someone thought they could turn into an animal should get away while they still could. Only I didn’t believe he onlythought he could shift, but that he was an actual wolf some of the time, which I supposed meant the running was a good idea.
But that would mean leaving him, and I didn’t want that. I very much didn’t want that.
“That’s because, as messed up as all this is, from the time we met to right now, I’ve had this pull toward you that defied logic. I think I believe you. I’m not saying I understand all of this, but how about this… maybe show me your wolf.”
One of two things was happening. This could be real, and this man, this man I was attracted to, that I felt safe with, turned into a wolf and wanted to mate me. Which, if they were anything like the lore I knew, meant he would protect me with everything he had, making the whole mafia thing not that important, or maybe that important but in a very different way.
Or maybe this was all a dream. And if it was, I might as well live it out to its fullest. It wasn’t like I dreamed of a sexy mafia wolf shifter every day.
Whatever the case was, I was soon to find out.
7
EZRA
“You want to see my wolf?”
I had to make sure this was what he wanted. Observing a shift and witnessing a wild beast manifest wasn’t for a faint-hearted human. Not that Reign was likely to collapse, because he had a quiet strength that had enabled him to get out of his father’s clutches. I just helped him during the final step.
My mate nodded. “I need to see the… your… animal to make sure they’re real.”
That was fair enough. That would have been my first demand if I’d been him. And I’d dumped a load of crap in his lap about wanting to marry him.
But shifters mate, not marry.
Slowly, slowly. Poor guy was already burdened with the knowledge that shifters existed.
Most humans would have freaked out, and Reign might still do that. But he had fewer options than some guy on the street because he’d run away from an arranged marriage. There wasalways an aggrieved party or parties in similar situations, and Viktor and his heir would be searching for him. And who knew how his father had reacted.
Three people for whom Reign’s interests were not a priority.
The one person who was howling with excitement and not considering the implications of me whisking Reign away was my wolf.
Hurry up. I want to meet our mate.
We had to do this outside, as I didn’t want to break any of Boaz and Keane’s furniture. And I’d have to get naked. My beast didn’t see the problem with me putting my bits on display. But this wasn’t the time for an in-depth discussion about how humans regarded nudity.
I opened the door, explaining that I needed space to do the big reveal. Reign hesitated as the cool evening air washed over us.
“Is he that big?” He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered.
“Beasts are not accustomed to furniture and fittings. My brother would rage if I broke anything.”
We were fortunate the cabin was isolated and surrounded by woods, and now as the sun slid behind the horizon, the sky was a blended mix of orange and pink.
“After you.” Reign eyed me as if he suspected I was playing a trick, and he raced through the door and waited on the porch.
“I’ll watch from here.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my pants to my ankles. Reign’s mouth drooped. “What are you doing? I’m here to see your wolf,not…” He flapped his hand in the direction of my crotch. “Not to see all of you.” The color in his cheeks matched the pink in the sky.
“Shifting will destroy what I’m wearing, so if I don’t undress, I’ll be naked 24/7.”
There was nothing wrong with me strolling around the cabin with my cock on display, but Reign had enough to deal with without calculating how many inches I was.
“I g-guess that m-makes sense.” He lowered his eyes to the bulge in my briefs. His face was now bright red, and it was glowing like a beacon in the dark.
