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"Are there gay Lycan's?"
Dale's eyebrows lifted over the newspaper at me. "Are you trying to tell me you think you're gay? Because you react to me pretty strongly."
Setting a Spanish omelet in front of him, I returned to the kitchen to serve up my breakfast. "You're my mate, I'd react to you even if I was gay. Also, I'm pretty sure you could make a few of the lesbians in the world move their orientation closer to bisexual."
Dale laughed. "There are a few. Alexia swings back and forth on occasion."
"The doctor is gay right?" Taking a sip of coffee, I flipped my omelet.
"How'd you know? Most don't pick it."
"He didn't react to me. Not that I'm egotistical, but he was touching me, close to me, and he didn't look at me the way straight men do." Plating up, I set the pan back on the stove to cool.
"He reacted to you, Vera, just not in a way familiar to you. Why do you think he was keen for us to mate?"
"Oh." Looking down at my meal, I remembered how determined I'd been not to mate with Dale. That hadn't even been a week ago. Lifting my eyes to Dale's, I wondered how I got so turned around.
Throwing back his chair, Dale stood. "Don't, Vera. Just don't."
Shaking my head, I started backing away. Striding towards me, Dale pulled me to him, kissing me passionately.
"Stop!"
Dale kissed me harder, deeper.
"Dale, please?"
Yanking away, anger rushed out from him like someone opening a hot oven door. Spinning away, Dale swiped his hand across the bench sending plates and coffee cups crashing to the floor, smashing on the porcelain tiles. Food and drink splattered everywhere.
Exhaling roughly, Dale leaned onto the kitchen bench. "Damn it! Don't put that wall back up, please? I am trying so hard to prove you can trust me. You don't understand what this is like for me. Our bond was instantaneous. My need for you has been overwhelming since the moment I caught your scent. It should have been the same for you. You're not a virgin, not a child, there was no reason we didn't mate immediately. When you fight your nature and fight our bond, I feel that physically, like a sore tooth in the back of my jaw. It's unbearable."
Standing straight, Dale wiped his hands over his face. He didn't turn to look at me, cowering in the corner, struggling to breathe through his frustration.
"I constantly feel like I'm dancing with you, Vera. Two steps forward, one step back. I can't keep this up forever. I came so close to losing control of my wolf last night. I want our mating to be something you want to do. Not just because I get you hot and bothered, but because you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Eventually, the wolf will win over if you keep backing away from me."
Taking a pained breath, Dale clenched his fists by his sides. "Especially when you whimper in the corner like you are doing now because my instinct is to protect you, Vera. To come over there and make love to you until you remember I'm your mate, and I'd never hurt you."
Leaving the kitchen, Dale grabbed his stuff and walking out the door. When the oxygen levels returned to normal, I crept forward and started cleaning up the floor. I cried the entire time I cleaned. Not because I feared Dale, because he was right. Every time I pushed Dale away, I was going against my instinct. I'd never felt more alive or happier than in his arms or in his presence. Dale made me feel whole, safe and loved. So, why was I fighting against my instincts? It's not like I'd ever experienced this with Malcolm, so I should be able to trust my instincts.
Sitting hard on the floor, I hugged myself as I rocked back and forth. Malcolm. He knew I was alive, and no doubt searching for me. Malcolm was the reason I wouldn't get my hopes up, or allow myself true happiness, for fear of having it taken all away.
Yet, Malcolm was the reason I should let this happen sooner rather than later. If I was with Dale, Malcolm couldn't touch me, he'd start a war trying. At the same time, I knew why that reason was holding me back also.
Getting up, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. Grabbing my phone, I called Jeremy. "I need your help with something."
"If it's mind-blowing sex, as much as I'd love to help you out, I have to pass," Jeremy teased.
"Close. I need a chaperone through this city."
* * *
"That was morefun than I expected. When Jeremy told me you needed someone to hold your hand, I worried I'd be taking you to the bank."
"Sorry to disappoint."
When Alexia first turned up at the apartment, she'd been anything but happy about being my escort. When I told her I needed to go dress shopping, she was full of beans. We'd spent most of the day out, had lunch together, shopped for a few other things together and sort of bonded.
We arrived at a floor, and Alexia led the way off the elevator. "Here to see the boss, Caprice," Alexia announced to the receptionist.
