He's a giant of a man who doesn't just walk—he stalks, his thick, tree-trunk thighs marking each step as he walks over to me. I can't help it, I glance down. He's not hard, but I can still see the thick outline of his cock through his jeans. It's obscene, really.
Too big.He'stoo big.
He'd never fit.
My core clenches, a strange ache in my pussy when I think about trying to make him fit.
I'm angry with him, I have to remind myself.
Are you sure?Beep snorts.
"Fuck off," I mumble under my breath. Then I remember Hilde is still standing beside me, and a single eyebrow arches. "Sorry. Not you."
She laughs, then leaves me to finish prepping for breakfast. So I'm alone when Grayson finally joins me.
He's the worst. He accused me of being spelled by the witches to infiltrate his clan. He's overbearing and an asshole.
He's…
Really fucking hot.
He stops directly in front of me. "Thought you'd get out of it?" He cocks his head to one side.
"I didn't think you were serious," I lie.
"I said you will train with me tomorrow. It's tomorrow. Have you eaten?"
I glance at my plate. I ate, though Hilde keeps refilling it. I nod, which apparently is permission enough for Grayson to steal a strip of meat off my plate. He looks around the room as he chews, pausing on Andrea before flicking his gaze back to me.
He licks his lips before stealing a biscuit, and I can't tear my eyes away. What would that feel like? His lips, his mouth on my skin. His jaw slows and his light green eyes narrow on me. And the fucker smiles.
I clear my throat. "So, training. You gonna make me lift big-ass tires, too?"
"No. Though we'll get to that." His fingers wrap around my bicep and squeeze. Reflexively, I flinch, and he chuckles. "My team is plotting a trail in the woods as we speak. You'll runtoward West Creek, though not that far, then make your way back toward home."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
His smile is serpentine, and I don't like it one bit. Nope. Not the way his lips lift just enough to see his incisors. I swear they gleam in the light.
And now I can't stop picturing them scraping along my skin.
He's just too much. I have never been attracted to giant men before. But standing next to him, it feels impossibly safe and dangerous. He could crush me with one hand. His fingers span nearly my entire head. He could pick me up and throw me around and do all sorts of wicked things.
My omega literally whimpers with need.
This fucker still owes me an apology, I remind her.
I swallow and force myself to face the room instead of him.
Andrea's watching us with an odd expression on her face. She looks away before Grayson notices. Hilde returns, gushing over him like he's her favorite son, shoving a new plate piled high into his hands.
"Here, you need more food. The course will be ready when we're done with breakfast," he says, pushing my plate aside.
I don't need more, but I take the out and cram another biscuit in my mouth as he takes a seat beside me.
Just like every other argument we've had since we met, I wonder what happens when this tension between us finally implodes.
Chapter 26: Mona
