Dominic doesn’t wait for my answer. He just hangs up, and I’m happy he’s gone. While I’m not a fan of the personality, I like that someone is taking this seriously. It was obvious that Veda’s grandpa had something to do with this, but the confirmation doesn’t ease my mind.
His request might come at the right time because I’m feeling mighty vindictive right now. I want nothing more than to sit in my truck and make my way to Dallas and kick his geriatric ass, but if there’s actually an investigation, I need to hold myself back.
It’s better to wait and make sure he goes away for life, even if my fingers tingle, craving action. I’m lost in thought, and I don’t see her approaching, though her scent is impossible to miss.
Veda is irresistible when she’s excited and perfuming the house down, but she’s extra sweet when she’s like this. I lift my eyes to find her at the door of my office. Wet curls hitting her small waist, a purple dress with flowers on it, and bare feet. My mouth waters when she smiles, her cheeks flushing pink.
“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she says.
I say nothing to this, my eyes hard on her, not feeling very generous after what she put me through. I’m hard as a rock still. Her sweet little moans are going to follow me to the grave.
She clears her throat. “I wanted to start with lunch, and I was wondering what you want to eat.”
“Let them cook for you,” I shrug. She shouldn’t be doing anything.
She frowns and shakes her head. “I don’t mind doing stuff. I’m feeling better.”
Leaving my desk behind, I stand at my full height, not bothered if she sees the tent in my jeans. My neck cracks, and I prowl to her, a predator who knows its prey. Why does she reject care like this? Why can’t she just give in and let us take care of her? Doesn’t she see this is the biggest honor of our lives?
Her back presses against the banister when I come closer, feeling the heat from her body, taking on the sugary scent she spreads through my house. I have too many pent-up emotions to pretend I don’t want to fuck her through a mattress.
I’m at least a foot taller than her, and when I lean forward with my arm holding me still, she has to crane her neck to keep eye contact.
“You let them come all over you, and you want to make them food too?” I whisper, my hand reaching for her throat.
As I predicted, her heart climbs, thumping against my palm. I should step back and give her space, but she starts perfuming, and I lose my goddamn mind.
“Fuck, Veda. ” My voice is heavy with desire, and I can’t hide it anymore. “Baby girl, your scent drives me fucking crazy.”
I should hide it. But I don’t.
“Really?” she squeals in surprise.
My closed eyes snap in surprise. “God, yes. And I’m getting sick and tired of having to hold myself back. It's too goddamn…hard.”
The insinuation is not missed by her. She glances down at my jeans, and fuck, the widening of her little eyes on me makes me even harder.
“That’s funny, ’cause sometimes I don’t think you like me very much.” She twitches her nose.
“Yeah? Like when?” I laugh. “When I’m constantly hard around you. Fighting a goddamn demon since you arrived, Veda, damn—”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her expression pensive. “I think you’re too controlled.”
I almost laugh. “Do you?”
I’m bursting at my seams as it is, practically an animal pouncing on her. Why would she ever think I’m too controlled? I need a cold shower and to fuck my hand a dozen times before being considered controlled.
“The others don’t hold back.” She raises her delicate shoulder.
I lift her chin, really watching her. “And that’s what you want? You want me to let go like the others?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you even know the things I want to do to you? All the ways I imagine fucking you, Veda? I want to feed you my cock until you cry. I want to watch you take every inch and ask for more. Good for you, I have two pack mates to fuck you too.”
Veda is drenched.
Her arousal is thick in the air, which doesn't help me get a hold of the situation. Her eyes are glossy, her lips parted, and everything I held inside is pouring out.
