Andrew
Ifmyheartwasable to beat, it would be pounding.In this case, I'm grateful it's still so it doesn't betray me to Wyatt's enhanced hearing.
After tossing the water bottle in the trash, I pace through the house, lighter on my feet than I was when I was a mundane human.This spell could keep me from telling Richard what happened to Arthur.If I'm going to get this off my conscience, I'll have to find a way soon.The clock is ticking.
I'll have to double my effort in getting my thirst under control.Once I prove I can handle myself, the Pack will give me more freedom.Then, I can find a way to reach out to Richard.
My body cramps, stomach squeezing like a vise.Fangs break through my gums.Fantastic.Wrapped up in my thoughts, I missed the early warning signs signaling my need to feed.This is not the way to win over the Pack.Leaning on the wall as I make my way to the kitchen, I will myself to stay in control.I refuse to lose to the monster inside me.
"Andrew, let me help you."Wyatt's voice is nearly lost in the chaos my mind and body are going through, my focus narrowing down to his pulse.
An arm wraps around me from behind, wrist appearing in front of my mouth.
"Drink."The command is unnecessary.I'm already sinking my fangs into flesh.Nothing about it is gentle.But he doesn't want me to be.
The edge I was teetering on ebbs.Sounds and smells register again.I feel Wyatt's arousal, both physically and through the bond.We have no business taking things further right now.It's irresponsible, but I don't care.
Pulling my fangs from Wyatt's wrist, I spin to face him, fingernails lengthening to sharp, pointed claws.In the blink of an eye, I've shredded his shirt, leaving shallow claw marks across his chest.Crimson drops bead across the wounds, and I lap it up before he heals.
With his blood on my tongue, Wyatt slams me against the wall as I feed it to him.He wants to hurt.He wants more pain.The craving is clear as crystal through the bond.Claws score his flesh again, deeper.The rose petals of his mating mark drip, bringing art to life.His wolf pushes forward, and a rumbling growl breaks the fevered kiss.
Wyatt's glowing eyes stare into me."More.Give me more."
"What if I can't stop?You could die if I lose control."
"You won't," he growls, slamming his lips back on mine.
Desire reaches a fever pitch.Physically, he's conquering me from the outside.Inside, he's drowning me in lust.
I break.No holding back.
Claws deliver blood and pain.
Wyatt's head falls back in pleasure.
My mind reaches out, touching his.
Explosion of ecstasy.
His body shudders, the scent of his release filling the air… right before he falls to the ground.
I hate that my first instinct is to lick his blood from my hands rather than make sure he's alive.
Chapter Nine
Wyatt
Mybodyisheavyas stone as I fight to open my eyes.Pushing myself up off the floor takes more effort than it should, but I eventually make it to standing.
What the hell happened?
My throat and mouth are a desert.The pieces click together as I stumble to the kitchen for a glass of water.
After satisfying my thirst, I check the cabin to find out where Andrew is.I need to check on his state of mind.My search is futile.He's gone.
Yanking back the curtain, I see an inky sky, not the noon-day one that was present before our little tryst.
Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!
