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That’s fucked. This whole situation is fucked.
I love Lainey with my whole fucking soul, but she couldn’t be more different to Nora if she tried. Where my little wolf mate is sweet and gentle with no confidence in herself, Lainey was a spitfire who would tear out your throat for looking at her the wrong way. Lainey was strong and powerful.
It was fucking hot, never knowing how she’d act next.
But it seems fate thinks I need a softer mate this time around. Someone with a more gentle touch.
I hear the rumble of thunder and roll my eyes. Even dead, my mate thinks she’s always right. I just don’t understand what she’s claiming responsibility for this time.
Maybe… maybe I’ve got a sweet mate because she needs me more than Lainey ever did.
Lainey could protect herself—well, until she couldn’t. I suppose—and never truly needed me. We worked as a partnership, but she never relied on me.
And, now, as an Alpha lion without a pride to run like my brother has, I’ve got to satisfy my needs elsewhere.
Like by protecting a sweet little wolf with every demon within me.
26
CEVON
Once my work is finished, I lock up the house before heading back to the library where Nora was last. Her scent is strongest here, and I know she seems to enjoy being in my space.
A small part of me likes it, too.
A bigger part of me hates it, though. I hate the way she’s taking over, invading.
This connection she thinks we have, I don’t trust it. I don’t trust she’s not a witch, manufacturing bonds just to get her own way.
“Nora?” I call softly, but she’s fast asleep. The book she was reading is on the floor, her page lost. I gently pick it up and crouch down next to her.
She’s comfortable on the arm chair, my blanket wrapped around her as she wears, I take a sniff, Micah’s shirt. It fits her a lot better than Orson’s does.
Her long brown hair is tied into a knot on the top of her head, the messy strands that frame her face are adorable. She’s so soft right now, so much more vulnerable than she normally is. Her delicate nose, her plump heart-shaped lips that are just begging me to—
I lift her into my arms, the weight of her perfect against my chest. She’s too light, but a few more meals and I’ll get some meat on her bones. I kiss the top of her head, the warmth of her honey-brown skin surprising me. I kiss her again, this time just assessing her temperature.
No, wait, that’s what I did both times. I would never willingly kiss a siren.
But she’s running a low-grade fever. Not burning up, but definitely warmer than she should be.
That’s it. She needs to sleep in my bed. Yes.
I lay her in it. Clearly, I just knew about the fever, which is why I’m already at my bedroom door.
I tuck her under the covers and smile. She’s so fucking beautiful. I love the way she looks in my space.
But only when she’s asleep. When she’s awake, her poisonous words, her traitorous hands, they ruin it.
I run my hand down her cheek, her eyes fluttering every so softly as she dreams.
“Dream of me, little darkling,” I murmur, kissing her cheek. I head to the bathroom and go to take a piss.
But my dick… I’ve got a semi. For the first time in nearly five years.
What the fuck?
I tug it, my mind casting to Nora as I feel myself harden under my touch. Is this wrong? Should I not?
