Page 22 of X-Clan The Origin
But mostly, I hated that I wanted Jonas.
This would be much easier if I truly hated the man. Alas, he hadn’t done anything to warrant my hatred.
Other than exist, anyway.
I released a long sigh, this one trailing through my wolf. She was the epitome of calm, her ears perked and listening for Jonas’s return.
No thoughts regarding our survival.
No thoughts of running.
Just a quiet acceptance of fate.
This is why the human side is given more control,I told her.We have common sense. You just think with your reproductive system.
She snorted, not because she understood me necessarily, just my tone. Or perhaps my disgruntled reaction to her relaxation.
We weren’t completely disconnected, just enough for her to have control right now.
Something I wondered if Jonas had facilitated by his movements and words andpurr.
No, probably not. It was my fault for denying my wolf all these years.
Now that I’d set her free, she wanted to be in charge.
And her first matter of business seemed to be accepting Jonas as a mate.
He doesn’t even know you’re an Omega. He thinks you’re just a Beta.
Another grunt.
He doesn’t want us.
She ignored that.
She ignoredme.
Likely because she knew I was full of shit. He absolutely wanted us. Or he would the moment he realized the truth.
How will he punish me?I wondered, my insides tingling at the prospect.Orgasm denial? A spanking? Harsh growling?
Why did all those things appeal to me?
Oh, right. Because my body had a mind of its own.
Why didn’t I just take my suppressants earlier?I had to go question everything. Of course, it was a good thing I hadn’t taken them, or I wouldn’t have been able to shift and run with Jonas. So he would have found out something was wrong anyway.
And that would have been even worse.
Maybe.
Or maybe this will be worse because now I’m going to want his knot.
With the suppressants, I could deny him.
In this state, I couldn’t. Because all my forbidden desires were coming out to play.
My wolf’s nose twitched as Jonas’s scent grew stronger. But there was something tainting his woodsy cologne. Something smoky.
