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I melt against him, my head falling against his shoulder, and his lips immediately rest against my neck. Tobias lazily trails a single finger down the center of my chest, my skin tingling as he drags his fingers lower, then my breath stalls in my chest when he brazenly thrums his fingers against my clit. He slouches lower on the couch, arching his hips up, allowing me to ride him, my movements limited by his knot.
Every time I move, his knot hits my G-spot just right. With them both touching me, it doesn’t take long to trigger another orgasm. Tobias groans as I clamp down around him, then his cock jerks with his own release. Warmth spreads through me as he fills me until I feel too full. It’s not long before his knot releases, and I blush when all the juices begin to leak out.
Before I can fuss, Castle scoops me up into his arms and carries me from the room. I’m too tired and too content to complain about his caveman antics, not daring to say out loud that I actually enjoy the attention. I don’t want to set a bad precedent, or they’ll take advantage of it. “Where are you taking me?”
“To rest.” He brushes his cheek across the top of my head. “I’m bringing you to Stanton. It will be easier to guard you both if you’re in one spot.”
My sleepiness vanishes, my eyes snapping wide, and I stiffen when I see he’s heading toward the office. “Not like this, you’re not. Take me to the bathroom. I need to wash up.”
Castle stops dead, his grip turning crushing, and his wolf grumbles in his chest. “You would remove our scents from your skin?”
Every ounce of emotion is gone from his voice, and I wince, knowing I’ve somehow offended him. I wiggle in his hold until I can peer up at him, noting his claws pressing almost threateningly against my vulnerable ribs.
I don’t flinch, confident Castle would rather pluck out his claws than hurt me. I’m also a hundred percent confident that there is no way I’ll be able to extract myself from his clutches. Maybe I should count myself lucky that he didn’t try to haul me off to his lair.
I poke his chest to get his attention, but he studiously avoids my gaze, and my throat aches with the knowledge that I’ve somehow hurt him.
“Hey.” I cup his face with one hand, waiting until he looks down at me. “I’m half naked and sweaty. I’m still human enough that I like to be clean before sleeping. You’re more than welcome to put your scent back on me once I’m done. Promise.”
That must have been enough to appease his wolf. His hold relaxes slightly, and he inhales deeply, shaking off whatever Neanderthal urge that had taken hold of him. I lower my hand slightly, then hesitantly reach out and brush my fingers over my bite mark displayed on his neck. “I don’t regret claiming you. I’ve made my decision. You’re mine. Whatever happens, we’re in this together.”
A pleased hum vibrates in his chest, and he hauls me up his chest, then kisses me so ruthlessly that I forget my own name. When he rips his mouth away, I whimper, trying to follow his retreat, but he only chuckles and tightens his hold.
It doesn’t take long before he deposits me in the downstairs bathroom, setting me on the edge of the vanity. He hesitates in the doorway, looking torn about leaving me alone, but I smile and wave him off. “Go, before I change my mind and drag you into the shower with me.”
I laugh when he takes a step toward me, a devastatingly wicked expression on his face. I place my hand on his chest to stop him from getting too close. My will is too weak. If his lips touch mine again, I’ll be a goner. “Nope. Stop. You’ll never get anything done if you stay, and as much as I would love to play, I’m sore,” I tell him bluntly, and his lust instantly turns to concern.
“I’m fine. Honest.” I brush my lips lightly over his mouth, then I give him another shove to get him going. “Go.”
He backs away reluctantly, like a pup not wanting to leave his master.
He’s adorable.
And totally mine.
Only when the door finally closes do I dare try and stand. My legs wobble precariously, threatening to collapse under my weight, and I grab on to the sink to keep my balance, catching a glimpse of my image in the mirror for the first time since I was turned.
The sight is enough to shock me back to reality.
What the hell am I?
ChapterTwenty-One
JOLIE
The person reflected in the mirror is me, but not the me that I recognize. It’s like all my flaws have been photoshopped out. My hair is lush and shiny, my skin smooth and flawless. Though my eyes are dark, they look haunted and full of secrets.
I look beautiful.
And deadly.
I look like a monster.
Shuddering at the troubling image, I turn away before I can get a closer look. I climb into the shower, flipping the lever until the water is scalding. I scrub at my skin as if I can remove what I’ve become. The scars I collected from Dafoe have faded, only faint lines of the grisly ordeal remain, and I’m not sure I appreciate having the evidence of what they did to me gone.
My skin is glowing red when I finally turn off the shower and step out. Without the wolves near, my skin cools and my heart rate slows almost to a stop. I’ve always been fine with being alone, but now I suddenly find myself missing them.
A set of clothes is waiting for me, including a warm, fluffy towel, and some of my shock fades. I avoid looking at the mirror as I dress. I’m adjusting to my new way of life, but my brain can only take so much at once.
