“No. This feeling is temporary… it only lasts for a few minutes and when it wears off, you’re going to crash.”
“This isn’t temporary.” She runs her hand up my chest.
My wolf lets out a low growl of appreciation. He likes this. Likes her. Fuck! Maybe it was a good thing I haven’t been able to feel him. I forgot what a selfish prick he can be.
That’s rich, since you’re trying to ignore me because you don’t want to admit you want her,he snipes back.
Wolf?
Hello, friend.
Shut the fuck up.
The wolf presses his face to the ground with his ass up in the air. He’s excited. He’s missed me. Could I shift?
No. Don’t do it. Not yet. Too weak.
You’ll be fine.
Not me. You.
Another growl escapes, this one full of anger and frustration.
She’s evil. Everlee. She’s torturing me. Giving me a taste of what I want. What I most desire. Dangling it like it’s a carrot in front of me, but always out of reach. I had given up on feeling or talking to my wolf ever again, but here he is. I’ve felt it several times now. Inklings, hints, but I was able to push it away until now. The feeling is too overwhelming.
“I… I… don’t feel so good,” she mumbles.
“I told you… you’re going to crash.” I stand, holding her in my arms. She’s so light.
“Tell her I’m sorry,” Emmett says, pressing his back and head against the wall.
“You stopped Emmett. We will keep trying.” She smiles and reaches back.
“The fuck you will.”
Her head rolls up and lies on my chest, her head nestled under my chin. “We’ll be fine.”
“You almost died.”
“Careful. Some may think you care about me.”
“I don’t care about you,” I snap. “I don’t want the guilt to hurt Emmett.”
“Always Emmett, huh?” Her hand slides up and curls around the back of my neck.
Damn this woman.
Callum and Knox meet me at the top of the first set of stairs in the kitchen. “What happened?”
Everlee moans, but is incoherent.
“She’s fine. She’s coming off Emmett’s blood.”
“Emmett?” Callum asks.
“He’s fine. He’s locked in my cage. I don’t know the story, but she was trying to help him. She gave him her wrist, and he nearly drained her. But when I got down there, he had stopped. On his own, I presume. Just not soon enough. She was mumbling something about him doing good and them trying again.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Knox says.
