Page 15 of Crossed Fates
She swallowed and slowly released me but didn’t shy away from me or try to flee from the room. An omega wolf probably would. Maybe even a beta. But not her.
Perhaps fate had chosen the right pairing after all. I’d always preferred obedient women in the bedroom, mostly because I wanted to fuck and then leave. However, Makayla would certainly be a different sort of experience, one I might actually indulge in more than once.
Of course, she would be the only female I could take from this point forward anyway. A realization that made me growl as I stepped around her toward my closet. What the hell was the point in castrating a man after finding his destined mate? I supposed it happened to the female as well, but maybe not to Makayla. Because she wasn’t a Bitten wolf.
Not any of the others I knew, either.
So what are you?I wondered. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I bent over to pull on a pair of jeans. I turned around to finish the job and grinned while she watched me carefully tuck myself in first. Yeah, I was still hard. And probably would be all day until I convinced her to let me bend her over and take her from behind.
The fated-mate pull was notorious for inducing a healthy amount of lust between wolves when they first met. I just hoped it tapered off after the needs were met. If not, I might seriously have to consider caging her. Because I wasn’t a fan of the idea of having to track her down whenever I needed a release.
That would surely piss her off.
Which would lead to even hotter sex.Angry fucking. Yes.
An idea for later.
From the glint in her gaze, she’d picked up on my vibes. Perhaps because she sensed the anticipation from my wolf. And I was willing to bet her wolf had similar ideas for me.
It didn’t matter if her kind refused to believe in fated mates. That didn’t make it any less real.
I slid on a pair of socks and my boots, then grabbed a black sweater—the color matched my mood—and disappeared into my bathroom for a quick minute. Makayla stood by the door of my bedroom when I returned, her arms folded across her chest. That T-shirt of hers was a bit baggy but did little to hide the curves beneath.
Curves I’d felt pressed up against me only moments ago.
Curves I intended to explore with my hands again at some point.
Curves that were mine to keep.
An intriguing concept. I’d explore it more later.
“Ready?” I asked her.
“Waiting for you, Prince Charming,” she drawled.
“Prince Charming?” I repeated, arching a brow.
“You just wasted ten minutes of my life getting dressed, brushing your teeth, applying deodorant, and doing whatever else just happened in there.”
“Combing my hair,” I said, completing her list and removing the innuendo from the latter part of her statement. “Had I wanted to jerk off, you would have been waiting for a bit longer than a handful of minutes. I also would have ensured that you could watch.” I winked at her and moved around her in the doorway. “Stop staring at my ass, sweetheart. And let’s go.”
She muttered something unflattering at my back.
Definitely going to be a challenge.
I grabbed my keys and wallet and met her at the front door. “After you,princess.”
She snorted.
I smiled.
Let the chase begin.
Makayla
Four hoursin the car with Alaric was a really bad idea. The glimmering lights of New York City were still bright in the rearview mirror, and already I couldn’t breathe.
His scent overwhelmed me, cloaking my shoulders in a thick blanket of his masculine warmth.
