I freeze. I want to grab her and force her to listen to me. I want to bend her over that couch and spank her ass until the truth comes out. But for once, I obey. I walk to my room with fists clenched so tight my knuckles ache.
My muscles strain against the force of my frustration. How the hell did I fuck that up so much? The familiar sting of rejection pierces me. My wolf howls in pain. Looking back, I see her wrapher arms around herself and sink onto the couch. Her sweet citrus scent takes on a bitter edge of embarrassment, and everything she’s doing screams of a past hurt, a wound that I can’t seem to stop reopening.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sofia
I wake up once again wrapped in Luca’s arms. Fuck. I’m practically straddling him. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, the other resting on my ass. This is ridiculous.
And so fucking comfortable, it infuriates me.
“Damn it, Luca! Can you stop carrying me in here?” I snap, wriggling to break free.
“Have you ever slept better than you do in my bed?” he asks. His voice is gruff from sleep, vibrations rumble from his chest under my breasts. And fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
“That’s not the point!”
“Well, what is the point?” he asks, inhaling my scent. His cock grows harder, and I’m struggling to remember why I’m fighting this. Would it be so awful to give in? Just once. My wolf is practically clawing at me to get closer, urging me to stop being difficult and let him show us what it could be like. My skin sparks with electricity, my pussy weeps, and I’m hot all over.
“I don’t know!” I yell, pushing to a full straddle because I need to breathe, and his scent is overpowering me up close. My heart hammers in my chest, and my palms are slick. I need to get out of here, away from him. Even though part of me desperately wants to be with him. Needs to be connected to him. Needs to feel him everywhere. Needs him to be inside me.
No, what I need is to get away. Away from him. Away from this. Even though a shameful part of me doesn’t want to. That partburnsfor him. Wants him inside me, wants to come all over his cock.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter under my breath.
This cannotbe happening.
I throw myself back from him, scrambling off the bed and racing to the shower. I turn it to the coldest setting and step under the water before I’ve even taken the time to get undressed. It doesn’t help. I’m still burning up.
I’m too hot.
I took the medication Doc gave me. And we haven’t had sex. But he has rubbed up against me so many times. I’ve let myself think about him while I touched myself. Fates, I nearly came that time he kissed me in the pack house. And my skin is on fire. Oh Goddess, this is happening.
I’m in heat.
“Sofia, are you okay?” Luca’s voice calls out, and I can barely hold back a groan. My wolf whimpers with need as I strip out of my sodden clothes.
“Yes!” I call back too quickly. “I’m fine. Go to training.”
My fingers find my clit and rub circles around it. My pussy clenches around nothing, it’s not enough. I need to be filled. I have a vibrator in one of my bags. I need Luca to leave so I can deal with the growing desperation I’m going through.
I step out of the water and grab my towel, wrapping it around me, even though the soft cotton feels like a cheese grater against my sensitive skin. The bathroom door creaks as I open it, and suddenly he’s there, filling the frame, watching me with a look that’s equal parts concern and feral hunger in his eyes.
Burning heat sears me from the inside out, and I stumble backwards into the door at the intensity of the desire that coils in my core. My wolf chants his name, interspersed with pleading for me to climb him like a fucking tree.
“Why do you smell so good, Princess?”
“Must be my shower gel.” My voice cracks as I stumble past him, towel wrapped tight, pretending like my entire body isn’t seconds from combusting.
I push past him and go back into the bedroom, swinging the door closed. I’m unbearably turned on, and I need to get away from him. I can’t look at his stupid, gorgeous face, or his perfect, lean, muscular body. Why the fuck does he have to be wearing only those slutty little boxers? I need space. Need to get away from him.
But he follows me in. Of course, he follows me in.
“That’s not it,” he growls. “You smell delicious. Edible. Like I could eat you up.”
“I… I got medication from Doc, but I think I’m having a mini heat,” I grit out while clenching my fists to stop from touching myself right here in front of him. If this is the reduced version of heat, then I can’t begin to imagine what it would be like to go through the full experience.
“Let me help?” he asks. I close my eyes and shake my head, but it’s no help. His scent invades me. It’s everywhere and yet there’s not enough of it at the same time. “You don’t need to suffer alone. Let me help you.”
