“No, my pet, this is how I keep you from fucking me or anyone else in your current state.”
“Brexley, let me out. You’ve gone insane. All you had to do was say no.” Even as I say it, I close my eyes and pant as my thighs rub against each other and I rock back and forth. It’s so, so hard to think. I just want to feel.
He crouches down into a squat, so he is eye level. “Believe me, I’m protecting you.”
“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t agree with you.”
“You, my delicious pet —”
My pet. Before, I found the nickname kind of hot, when he wasn’t irritating me. But now that I’m chained up like a dog? Har har. He won’t have jokes after I neuter him.
“— are in heat because you have werewolf blood in you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I spit back, barely hearing him, too intent on the idea of chopping his balls off.
“Look up,” he says gently. Then he stands again and walks back to the small table.
First, I shoot him a scathing glare before I turn my gaze upward to the sky light. Through it, the full moon is perfectly framed. My body shudders, and my hips buckas desire and violence fill me.
An unnatural growl rips from my throat. My head jerks back to Brexley as he returns, holding a mirror. He shows it to me and in it, I’m almost unrecognizable. My eyes glow an unnatural white.
What in the fae fuckity fuck fucks?
He continues in a quiet voice. “I don’t believe you will change beyond this since you’re only part wolf, but that’s just a guess. There is next to no documentation on my kind, much less hybrids. I left my pack when I was nine, so I'm lacking a fair bit of knowledge myself.”
“What’s happening to me? Why do I feel like this?”
“You mentioned having episodes like this? Every thirty days? It’s connected to the full moon. The three to five days leading up to it can really rev you up.”
I snort. Fucking understatement. I’m half considering grinding myself against the metal hook on the ground I’m chained to for some release.
He leans in until our lips almost touch. The strong sensation to lean forward and claim his lips, to rub myself against every hard ridge of his body, makes me whimper.
He finally steps away, putting some distance between us. “When I was coming of age, I almost did terrible, despicable things. And the only way I could find I could control myself was via more unconventional means.” My eyes drifted down to the restraints. “I apologize for how they force you to the ground, but I typically come in here when I can’t control my wolf. You don’t shift. You have the same cycles and impulses that I do. But as long as you are in here, you can’t do anything you’ll regret. I don’t know what it’s really called. Maybe there is some official name.”
He runs a hand through his hair as if suddenly anxious. “But I didn’t have a pack by the time it hit me when I turned sixteen. The several days leading up to the full moon I’d have the desire to fuck and hunt like nothing else. So I—” he eyes the chain around me, “—found ways to control myself. It lasted until I was twenty-five and then the intensity lessened. You’re twenty-four? Usually Weres mate before they’re twenty-five, and if you haven’t, the urge will only become more insistent. The craze helps Weres find and fuck someone. You were right to keep your distance, Red. If you fuck someone in this state, you are in danger of mating with them.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You are bound to them. They become your pack, and if separate for too long a time, you die.”
I shake my head. “I had sex with Hunter. His rejection broke my heart. I guess at times I felt like I’d die, but I don’t think I’ll actually die without him.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know all of how it works. I left my pack too young. But I do know it’s something like that. It’s incredible we’ve escaped mating thus far, but I can’t risk it on a full moon.” His gaze rises to the skylight. “The wolf moon, no less.”
Brexley turns away. “I’m afraid it’s partly my fault. I should have seen it sooner, but I believed you about your parents, and thought you’d been so pent up that it explained your sexual appetites. I’m the fool here, not you. And my presence, I think it may make it worse because part of you knows what I am. The same as you.”
“No,” I say quietly and without conviction.
“You never met your father,” he says, pointedly.
“No,” I scream it this time.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll both feel more in control in six or so hours.”
Six hours?
“I have finals,” I whimper. How the fuck can I take them if I’m strung out and chained up in here? “Brexley, I need to come. If I don’t I–” I literally feel like I’m going to die. “Please fuck me,” I beg.
