Eira’s POV
I felt him close behind . My heart skipped a beat. What’s wrong with him? First, he asked to help him decide his clothes, and now he’s so close to , standing behind for no reason.He could get his clothes on his own if he was going to co to the wardrobe anyway.
I could feel his warmth even when there was space between us. I could sll that strong scent of his—it felt maddening, especially since he was just out of the shower. My heart couldn’t stop beating faster.The wolf inside had started getting excited.
Damn wolf! This damn bond!
"Any light-colored pants will do," he whispered in my ear, so close now.
If you know, then why ask ? I cursed in my mind, but not a single word ca out. My skin shivered all of a sudden, like a cold wind had just brushed past .
Instead of trying to create distance, I was tempted to turn around and let myself be dragged into what he was trying to pull into.
But I didn’t want to.
Thankfully, he picked up the pants and moved back. I could finally breathe—and couldn’t wait to run away from here. I didn’t want to be pulled into the temptation of the mate bond. My wolf was truly shaless, willing to do anything just to get fucked.
As if being fucked for the past six years wasn’t enough.
Agreeing to help him set Raven’s wardrobe, I ran away as if escaping from so kind of danger.Yes, he was a danger—to my senses. Thankfully, he didn’t try more, or I would have been on my knees in front of him any mont.
At least he had the decency not to force into submitting to him—to be his fuck toy.
I rembered he promised that night we mated that he wouldn’t do anything with without my consent. He should be the last one to even care about my consent, but it seed like he was keeping his word now.
Just as I ran down the stairs, lost in my own thoughts, I collided with soone, and I was already in his arms, being protected from falling down.
"Whoa! Watch out, little witch."
Only one bastard called that way. I tried to get away, but his hands kept close in a tight hold.
I glared at him, trying to free myself.
"Where were you running to?" Rafe said as our gazes t. "And why’s your face so red like a monkey?"
Red? My face’s red? I quickly touched my cheeks, and they felt warm.
"Don’t tell the pervert inside you couldn’t handle a beauty like Kael," he teased.
Beauty? How could he call a strong, muscular man like Kael a beauty? Sothing’s wrong with this bastard’s brain wiring.
"Let go, you jerk," I said coldly.
"I will, if you ask nicely," he countered, his red eyes amused.
I closed my eyes and let out a sigh to calm myself. "Alright, please... uhm..."
His lips sealed mine.
I opened my eyes and moved my face back, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"
"You closed your eyes, so I thought you were asking for a kiss," the shaless bastard said.
I didn’t know how to deal with him anymore. Whether my eyes were open or closed, he always had his ways to annoy to death. I didn’t even know how to explain to him that I was only trying to calm myself—to stop from getting angry at him again.
I felt tired. I felt like crying. I had no way with this damn vampire. My curses, my anger, my silence—nothing. Nothing ever worked on him.
I lowered my head and let it rest against his shoulder in a helpless gesture. "I give up," I whispered under my breath.
He could go and do whatever he wanted. I wasn’t going to move.
His hands moved to hug —this ti a gentle one—and he coaxed softly.
"If you give up, how am I going to live?" I heard his low whisper.
What does he an? ...Alright, I don’t want to know. I’m tired.
"Caldwell, are you not feeling well?" he finally asked, his voice soft, without a hint of teasing.
"I don’t know. I’m just tired," I replied. His words and his hold felt... comforting.
"Your scent seems a little different," he said.
"Must be Kael’s," I said without any tinge of hesitation.
He was close to , so I guess his scent mixed with mine.
"That’s possible," he said and chuckled softly. "That also ans you were running from him. The obvious reason of red face?"
I didn’t want to answer. A hug with this vampire felt better, and I would just stay like this.
"He’s your mate. If you want, you can even climb on him instead of running away," he said. "Such a handso top-tier Alpha. Are you an idiot to run away from him? Do you know how many she-wolves try to get into his bed?"
"Stop talking already," I warned, letting myself drown in his scent.
"Jealous?" he asked.
Yes. I hated to admit it, but sohow I was. The wolf inside didn’t wish to hear that other females were interested in my mate. This basic instinct of being territorial couldn’t be shaken off.
"My ass!" I answered to deny his claim.
Obviously, he didn’t believe and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Kael that you were jealous."
"That’s not , but my wolf. The bitch," I said.
"Yeah, your wolf."
Even if he teased , he was the only one I could have a normal talk with, without any hesitation. He was a provocateur, but a secret keeper.
I didn’t know how to define my connection with him. I hated him because he teased , but sotis he was like a safe haven where I could let my guard down—just like now, as I was relaxing in his hug without any care.
If he wished to move away, I could even hold him by his collar and order him to stay put. And I knew he would listen to .
My rapport with him was just... confusing.
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