"There wasn't a plan. This place was just buying me time to figure out how to make you fall back in love with me. If I'd known you thought you were fated to a werewolf, I would've tracked you down sooner."
And killed him.
When Larson told me inourhouse that she'd found her fated mate, I'd just about lost my fucking mind. Lars had talked me off the edge while she was swimming.
"You were just trying to recover from the mess I made of your life, you mean," she corrected.
"No. I always liked your mess."
I followed her to the couch as she considered the waistband of her shorts. I knew damn well that she wasn't wearing underwear with them. Those were the ones with the built-in liner. I'd peeled them off her enough times that it wasn't a question.
There was a lump in her bra that hadn't been there before she pulled the paintings out of her car, so I assumed it was part of her peace offering.
"Close your eyes while I take my shorts off," she instructed.
I lifted a brow at her. "Are you really trying for modesty with me? I know what your clit looks like from the inside of a tiny, dark bathroom stall."
Her face reddened. "Your shifter vision really pulled through that night. What was it you said to me?"
"I'm sure this won't be the last time I fuck you in a bathroom, Livvy. Now put your hands in my hair and try to be quiet."
The red on her cheeks spread. "I wasn't quiet. Everyone was looking at us when we left the bathroom. You were getting an award for that gorgeous painting of the way the city's wards glittered through the clouds, and I couldn't make it through the dinner."
She'd started having a panic attack at the table during a large event, so I'd taken her to the bathroom. Sex was always the best way to wipe out her magic.
"That dinner was too long anyway. Like I told you that night, I know damn well how much noise you make when you come for me. If I'd wanted you quiet, I would've covered your mouth."
She slipped her shorts off quickly, holding them over her sexy little cunt as she draped herself over the couch and gestured to her dark, marked leg. "Happy?"
I sat down beside her, my fingers brushing the skin as I followed the swirling mark up her thigh and over her hip. It didn't make it to her waist, but it curled up higher than I'd expected, and angered me more than it should've.
"How many times did you fuck him?"I asked.
"Niall." Her face was red, and her expression told me she didn't want me to know.
"Come on. Tell me. I'd be seriously impressed if it rivaled the number of times you fuckedme."
"I'm sure you've been with other people since we broke up, and I know you don't want to talk about that."
I stared at her, waiting.
The scent of her arousal was already on the air.
She fucking loved that I was possessive of her, even if she'd never admitted it.
Liv sighed. "You have to promise not to kill him."
"I'm not promising that."
"Niall."
"Livvy."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
We stared each other down.
