Again, he shakes his head.
“Okay. Then, I’ll wait.” I walk over to the door and open it, his eyes on me as I go, and then step back away from it as the cold air rushes in. He’ll need to be outside, right? He needs to run and be a wolf, and… I don’t know.
He doesn’t go though. He watches me as I walk past the open door, where it’s raining and raining and raining, and sit on the edge of the couch.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “You can go if you need to.” I can’t believe this is the situation in which I find myself. I can’tbelieve I’m talking to my husband, who’s a wolf. My brain isn’t processing this. It doesn’t know how to make it seem real.
Emmett inches toward me, his half-glowing eyes never leaving mine, his long, sharp claws clacking against the wood floor.
He can probably smell my fear, hear the sound of my heart beating.
“Emmett?”
He doesn’t stop. He keeps stalking toward me, until the tip of his wet nose touches my knee. I’m still in the sweats he gave me yesterday, his nose leaving a dark spot on the soft fabric.
At first, I think he’s just sniffing me, just trying to have contact with me somehow. But then his nose nudges, pushing at the inside of my knee. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I instinctively follow his unspoken command and open my legs a little wider.
And then Emmett shoves his nose between my legs, sniffing right over my crotch.
“Emmett!” I squeak, slamming my legs closed around his head.
He pulls his head back, shaking his snout, and I suddenly worry that I might have hurt him.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at him, as if he can answer.
He holds my gaze for a moment and then his nose twitches. He tilts his head up and sniffs the air, and a flush races up my face when I realize what he’s implying.
He can smell that I’m aroused.
Well, what the hell did he expect? We were basically dry humping before he turned into a wolf.
He turns slightly toward the door, and I gasp when I get a glimpse between his legs. His cock is half-hard, red and dangling heavy between his legs. Emmett always did have a big dick, but his werewolf dick is almost twice the size.
And he’s… turned on?
Before I have a chance to process exactly what that means for us, Emmett has turned toward the door and bolted into the storm.
Chapter 7
Just like last night,Emmett doesn’t come back for a long time. But this time, I remember what he said and decide to sleep in his bed. I climb under the covers and stare up at the ceiling in the dark. Outside, the rain has finally stopped, but I can still hear water dripping gently from the edges of the roof onto the wet ground below.
I play through everything that happened in my head again. Emmett turning into his wolf self. Trying to communicate with him. The way he smelled me between my legs.
I turn over and look out the window, halfway hoping Emmett will be out there looking back. But he isn’t.
I’m not sure what to do. But I know I can’t leave him. Not now. Not ever.
I gasp awakewhen the bedroom door creaks. I sit up quick and look over at Emmett. He’s closing the bedroom door behind him.
“Is it okay if I join you?” He stands by the door, hands balled into fists and his clothes dirty.
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling back the covers on the bed.
While I wait, he unbuttons his shirt and slips it off. His pants go next, leaving him in just his boxer briefs in the dark. He walks slowly over to the bed and gets in beside me. As soon as the blanket is pulled up, he turns his back to me.
I know what he’s doing. The same thing he did before, when he ran. He’s trying to protect me, maybe also to protect himself. But I won’t let him shut himself away. Not anymore.
“Emmett.” I run my fingertips down his back, listen to him breathe slowly. His muscles tense under my fingers, and he turns to look at me over his shoulder.
