“I should go clean this up,” I mumble, as anxiety starts to claw its way up my throat at the thought of Coal learning the things I whispered to Delilah as I came all over her soaked pussy.
“I’ll go with you,” he offers, and my throat is too tight for me to respond, so I just walk away.
Delilah
When I make it to class, I avoid Matteo's gaze as I take a seat in the front. Coal is gone for the entire class, and so is Quil, but I know everyone in the room can scent them both on me. Especially Quil. Goddess, this is embarrassing. I can feel Matteo burning a fucking hole in the back of my head the whole class.
What have you done…
As soon as class is over, I bolt from the room. I don’t want to talk to Matteo. The massive bruise that's aching on my neck feels like a damn beacon, screaming he bit me and I liked it. I scratch at the chokers, annoyed that I let myself get so carried away.
I don’t see Coal or Quil as I hustle off to Art, but I do see Dean. As soon as I step through the door to our shared class, Dean’s eyes flash to a glowing brown. He stands from his stool and stomps toward me before he pushes the hair offmy neck and examines my new mark. Then he sniffs me. He fucking sniffs me!
I look up into his eyes, knowing I could be punished for meeting his gaze, but need to know what he’s thinking. His woodsy scent washes over me, and I can’t help but breathe him in. He’s standing so close…
His eyes are still glowing, his fists are clenched, and he’s shaking. His Wolf is close to the surface.
“I’m fine. I’ve been through worse,” I whisper, hoping to calm him, hoping his anger isn’t over the mixed cinnamon and sandalwood scents on me. My words seem to have the opposite effect, however. He growls, showing his teeth, and on instinct, I grip his fists in my hands. “Calm down, please. It’s not a big deal. It was…consensual.”
My words surprise him, and he looks me over, once again sniffing me.
“Can you stop that, please?” I hiss quietly.
“Fuck,” he whispers, looks around the room, and again, I’m dragged away from one of my classes before it even starts. Dean is so much larger than me, and as he drags me down the hall, fear creeps in. He and Matteo said they were different. That they wanted to take care of me. Was that a lie? As we leave the main building and head for his dorm room, my thoughts spiral.
“Uh,” I say as he opens the door to his room and pushes me inside. “Why are we…”
He drags me through the dorm and into his bathroom, turns on his shower, and shoves me in, shoes, clothes, and all.
I let out a screech because the water is still cold and glare at him. “What the fuck!” I splash some water at him and frown. What the fuck is up with these Wolves? Hedoesn’t even know me. Why is he shoving me into a cold ass shower?
“I won’t have you smelling like them all fucking day!” Dean snaps. “Your arousal, fuck, I’m only so strong, Delilah. I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you until their scents disappear,” he growls, and my eyes go wide. Fuck, those words paint a very clear picture in my mind of what that would look like. I bite my lip. Thinking of all the times I’ve gotten close to him this week.
“Comfortable?” Dean teases, startling me. I’m lying in his bed on Thursday evening, and reading a book I found on the nightstand.
“Sorry,” I mumble, but Dean just shakes his head.
“Don’t be. I like the sight of you in my bed… so relaxed. Not tense and worried. You’re starting to trust being alone with me.” He reaches over, pushing my red locks away from my face, and I suck in a sharp breath.
I just stare at him as I replay every interaction, wondering how I missed the heated looks. I shake my head at Dean as the words click in my mind. My scent bothers him? He claimed me!
“Have you gone insane? He fucking owns me, just like you, Dean. I’ll always fucking smell like him. I’ll smell like any Wolf who claims me. Just the same as every Human who is used for what's between their legs. If Coal demands it, he will receive it, Dean. That's how this works!” He knows it was consensual, but my words are still true. Even though I liked it and wanted to keep going, I don’t know what either Coal or Quil would have done if I’d tried to stop them.
“And Quil?” Dean asks, and I blush.
“Can I truly tell any Wolf here, no? If any of them demands something of me, I have to give in. If you aren’tthere to challenge them, what do you want me to do? Humans have no choice!” I’m yelling at the next Alpha of Shadow Moon. I thinkI’vegone insane.
“You just told me it was consensual, Delilah. If you felt like you had no choice, why did you say that?” Dean growls, but I shake my head.
“I wanted it. I didn’t stop either of them, because I wanted it. That doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t have ignored me if I’d said no, Dean! It just means I let them get me off and didn’t bother trying to stop them. My point is that you can’t get angry with me because their scents are on me! They get to do what they want to me, just like you do, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it! The fact that I liked it is irrelevant!” I snap, losing control of my anger. He’s going to punish me. I lift my head and square my shoulders, closing my eyes, waiting for his punishment.Five seconds. Ten. Twenty.When I open my eyes, Dean is watching me. An expression on his face I can't read.
“I told you, I won’t ever hurt you, Delilah.” He looks hurt. Hurt that I expected him to strike me, or hurt that I compared him to Coal?
“But I don’t know that. Pain is all I’ve known since first meeting Wolves,” I admit.
“Fuck, Delilah…” Dean steps into the shower, clothes and all, and watches me with a sad expression.
For a moment, I just watch as the water falls across his chest, wetting his clothes.
