Her limbs refused to listen to her. All her senses were zeroed in on Atlas’s fingers. The touch was searing and delicious. For a wild…and honestly, probably insane…second, she wondered what Atlas would do if she reached up and kissed him. His lips were right there, plumper than they had any right to be on such a hard and grumpy man.
“Touch me again, and I’ll devour you,” she whispered. It sounded more sexual than she had intended. Her voice was breathy, and her nipples betrayed her by hardening to points in her thin lace bra. One glance down the length of her body, and Atlas could tell.
She was conflicted. Confused by his touch and her response to it.
“Fuck,” Atlas hissed, dropping his hand from her. He pointed a finger in her face and shook his head. “You keep that vamp siren bullshit to yourself.”
“Fine by me, wolf boy.”
He slammed the door with the wordsvamp siren bullshithanging between them. Lilliane wished she had something to distract her so she wouldn’t try to decipher what he meant.
Obviously, he couldn’t mean he was attracted to her.
That was insane.
Probably as insane as trying to marry Victor to save her sisters.
THREE
ATLAS
Atlas spent way too much time in the woods, doing lap after lap of his territory. He started in the afternoon and didn’t stop until the moon was high in the sky. Maybe he shouldn’t have sent his best enforcers home to their mates, but it had been a stressful few months. They deserved it.
Especially since he might’ve unintentionally brought Lilliane to his place.
He had every intention of locking her in one of the cabins by the lake. They were used for visiting family members or rented for staycations by pack members. That wasn’t where he took her, though.
Atlas drove Lilliane tohisplace.
“Probably to keep a better eye on her,” he assured himself out loud.
Maybe that was true, but that didn’t explain why he’d dumped her inhisbedroom.
When Lilliane sat on his bed, he nearly rushed at her to kiss that damn pouty mouth. How was he going to survive keeping her around if his wolf was sure she was his mate? He should probably drive himself to one of those rental cabins, but then who would keep an eye on Lilliane?
She wasn’t in any immediate danger. The few vampires that had escaped the fire weren’t likely to return. They didn’t have a base to stay out of the sun anymore. The vamps would be scrambling, and with any luck, they would have learned their lesson.
Don’t fuck with wolves.
The moon was out in full force by the time he shifted into his human form on his back deck. His limbs hurt from running all day, and he was covered in sweat. He needed a shower more than he needed his next breath.
There was an obvious problem, though.
He was the dumbass wolf who had decided to lock his mate in his bedroom.
Thankfully, Valentine had been true to her word, and she’d brought over Lilliane’s stuff. He grabbed the heavy duffel bag, and with a sigh, he climbed the stairs, gripping the strap so hard that it cut through his skin.
He stood at the door, listening carefully. The silence was loud, giving him no clue as to what Lilliane might be doing in his bedroom.
Atlas unlocked the door, half expecting Lilliane to rush him and try to escape. Once the door was opened, he was shocked to find Lilliane lying on her back on the bed with her head off the side, her long hair nearly pooling on the floor. She glared at him from her upside-down position but made no move.
From this vantage point, he could see her cleavage perfectly. Her breasts were just about ready to leap out of her top. His mouth watered as he imagined licking the soft skin of her bosom.
Instead, he tossed the duffel on the ground between them. It was a shit barrier, but he vowed not to take another step into the room.Hisroom. Even if she was lying onhisbed.
“You’ve got twenty minutes to shower and change.”
She didn’t move but laughed. “Seriously? You got me a change of clothes? What? Did my sisters pack for me? Giving you permission to keep me here?”
