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“Well, I don’t know about that,” Cheryl murmurs.
I fight the urge to inhale deeply, opening my mouth to breathe that way instead.
Our mate is in heat, a state that shifters remain in when they meet their mates until procreation is achieved. Considering we don’t plan on starting a family any time soon, that means Cheryl’s highly aroused state when we’re around her is always going to be extra tempting.
Letting go of her is harder than I expect. All I really want is to pull that little skirt up and push her soaked panties aside. Sink my fingers into her wet warmth. Taste her on my skin. Make her wetter.
Make her cry out for me. She comes so easily under my touch.
“Don’t even think about it,” she whispers.
Her warning’s almost enough to push me over the edge. The desire in her voice is so naked, so raw.
My cock stretches out my pants at the thought of taking her.
Everything else feels meaningless when she’s standing in front of me like this.
She clears her throat. “Noah said you were going bowling.”
Oscar snorts. He turns with his mouth open, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“One more word,” I warn a second time.
He rolls his eyes and goes back to tidying up his mess.
I release my mate from my grasp. “It’s not like there’s much else to do in this town. Thought we’d give you two some privacy.”
She steps back, nodding. “Sounds good. Who knows, maybe you’ll even have fun.”
I shrug. The lie rolled off my tongue so easily, and I don’t like the way it feels to be dishonest with her. I’m not used to talking things out, and this is way too embarrassing besides. It’s a white lie. She never needs to know that I came so close to failing school.
“Stranger things have happened,” I tell her.
She goes to the open cupboard and takes out a box of sugar, setting it down on the counter.
Oscar puts the last pot away and lets the cupboard door slam shut. He springs to his feet, and I slip out of the room as he moves over to our mate and wraps his arms around her from behind.
I need to leave before I decide I can’t.
Noah’s waiting for me in the hall by the front door when I step out of the kitchen.
He looks up. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Chapter Twelve
Oscar
IfeelEverett’sstareburning through me while I’m kneeling on the kitchen floor, and it makes my skin itch under my clothes. It’s an irritant, but his worry is worse. I can feel what he’s feeling too clearly. I’m clean and sober. I’m no longer burying my abilities under the numbing haze of alcohol.
I ignore the urge to put my hand into my blazer pocket and brush my fingers over the cool metal of my flask. I’m not going to drink the whiskey I found in the pantry. I just put it in there so the flask would have some weight to it. So, I could feel it in my pocket without touching it.
I definitely didn’t getthe thirstwhen I licked the drop that spilled onto my thumb. That was the moment I could have cracked. That spontaneous lick wasn’t enough to make me gulp down the contents. It was like a test, and I passed.
I don’t want to fail now.
Even if I’m getting increasingly nervous about spending the night alone with my mate.
