“Because he said you should be patient?”
“Because he’s always right. I’m used to making things happen. I get things done. This being patient is… not easy.”
“You don’t have to be,” she says quietly, lifting her head and leaning it against the gray stone shower wall. “You could let me go. Find another girl who won’t fuck you and run away because…”
Her voice trails off.
“Because?” I swear my heart stops beating as I wait for her response.
Her eyes slide over my shoulder. “She’s confused.”
I step closer. “Confused about what?”
She shakes her head. “She doesn’t know.”
I slide my arms around her, lifting her, and automatically, her legs slip around my waist, bringing her pussy flush to my cock. One roll and I’d have buried myself in her slick heat. I take a breath and release it, ordering myself not to take this moment further when right now, it’s important that we talk.
“Does she… like me?”
Her lips twitch. “A little.”
I step into her, and her breath catches as my cock slides along her pussy. I swallow a groan, wanting to bury myself inside her.
“A little?” I arch my brow.
Her hands are on my shoulders, and her nipples are hard, nudging my chest and reminding me of how sweet they tasted.
Her legs are wrapped tight around me, and I know we need to talk, but suddenly all I can think about is fucking my mate hard and deep against this wall.
My lips are brushing hers when a knock sounds at my bedroom door.
Growling, I briefly shut my eyes. “Goaway, Fin.”
“I can’t,” he calls back. “There’s been a report of a wild animal attack a few hours away.”
A feral.
I’m holding Kat’s gaze, so I see the same realization in her eyes. I know she’s thinking of me caging her when her expression turns blank.
Shutting me out.
She presses her palms against my belly, pushing me away. “I’d like to get back to my shower.”
“Kat…”
“Put me down,” she says, her voice cold.
I set her down when I want to hold her forever, and she turns off the faucet and moves to get out.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I say into her ear. “Ferals are dangerous, Kat. Don’t shut me out because of what I have to do.”
“Then by all means go kill the thing.” She slips out from under me before I can stop her. By the time she’s at the bathroom doorway, leaving a trail of wet footsteps in her wake, she’s a wolf.
I hear wood scratching. A door snicks open, and Fin calls out, “She’s gone.”
I snag a towel on my way out of the bathroom, quickly drying off, in a foul mood after starting today happier than I’ve ever been.
Fin takes one look at my face and winces. “I should have waited, shouldn’t I?”
