Sabine pulled the ginormous wand out of me, while a few blob pictures printed from the machine. Immediately, I fussed to pull the covers back over my legs, and hide my embarrassment both at crying, and having a giant dildo pulled out of me in front of the alpha wolf.
“Well, I’m happy with this,” Sabine said, ignoring my mortification. “I’ll continue to monitor the pregnancy, of course, but I don’t think we have anything to worry about. We’ll keep up with the blood transfusions, and everything should be fine.”
I nodded, naked and vulnerable under the covers.
“Can I shower?” I blurted out then. I was soaked, and covered in grime from killing that giant demon—yeah, I wished I’d thought of that before jumping into Brock’s bed—and I needed time to think.
Brock stood. “Use mine.” He pointed to the attached bathroom.
“Brock, follow me out,” Sabine asked, already pushing her cart toward the door. “I need to check your wound.”
As they both left the room, shutting the door behind them to give me privacy, I yanked the covers off of me and streaked across the space, closing myself in his bathroom. It was nice, with clean gray tiles and a huge glass, walled-in shower. I let the water warm up as I started to overthink everything humanly and inhumanly possible.
Did the siren kill Gran? Did she summon the giant demon? And where the hell was she? Where was this damn gate, and how was I supposed to close it? What were those powers that activated when I used my katana? Was Brock as into me as I was into him? Or did he only want me because I was his baby mama, and if so, was I okay with that? I still had some pride left. Was joining his pack the right thing to do?
The hot water drummed on my back while I mentally fucked myself up, and I did a thorough job of it too. It took me forever to talk myself off the proverbial ledge, but when I finally managed it, and was as calm as wild Evie got, I wrapped myself in a towel. I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror; I’d taken so long that the entire bathroom was one big cloud of condensation.
But I’d decided. I’d sneak into Brock’s room, borrow some of his clothes, because there was no way I was putting my nasty ones back on, and I’d sneak right on out to Gran’s. I was going straight to my bed where it was uncomplicated.
Then I opened the door.
Brock was standing there. In nothing but a towel.
Water droplets dripped down his chest, across his flat, muscled stomach. They rolled all the way down to his—
“Uh, sorry,” he offered, and I struggled to aim my gaze at his face. “I took a shower in the other room and came here to get some clothes.” His voice was like ten octaves lower than usual.
Heat burst inside me. There was nothing I could do to stop it. My plan to go to Gran’s fled so quickly that I didn’t even notice it go.
I wanted Brock. Now. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
My fingers untangled the towel, and let it fall to the floor.
Fuck it. I was choosing complicated. Caution had never suited me anyway.
22Werewolves Are Yummy
Brock didn’t visibly react muchto my towel dropping for several seconds, long enough for me to doubt what I’d done, to wonder whether I’d misinterpreted the signals. Maybe I was the only one to feel this fire. Maybe I was just some chick who happened to be carrying his baby. He’d only come in here to get clothes, and here I was throwing myself at him.
Then his eyes, after languorously trailing the length of my body, reached my face, and all additionalmaybesleft the building.
This wolf wanted me. Wanted me badly.
The fact was plain as day in the way his eyes glowed, and his face was set in hard angles that screamed that the alpha was about to pounce. My gaze fell to the place his wound once was. Gone was the gaping flesh, pink healing skin in its stead. Sabine had patched him up, or bringing me into the pack had helped him heal. Either way, he looked fit enough to spring on me.
Shivers ran the length of my body and I knew I was done. The alpha held me captive in his stare as if I were his prey. Only I was pretty sure I’d enjoy every single thing this predator was about to do to me.
My mouth opened to say something, but discovered I couldn’t string coherent thoughts together anymore, and shut it.
The alpha’s stare alone was searing my bare skin. I couldn’t look away from the fiery amber, not even to take in the perfect planes of his body, or the way the tent in his towel betrayed how much he wanted me too.
I stared. And he stared. The air between us sizzled.
For a second, I wondered if he’d ask permission as he had last time, when he’d worried that I was too drunk to give proper consent. But a lot had gone down since that one-night-stand in the bar, and my nipples were taut, speaking for me.
I bit my bottom lip and sighed. The wait was torturous. I wanted—But he didn’t make me wait a moment longer.
A gasp escaped me as he strode toward me. With firm, strong strides, he closed the distance between us in a thunderous heartbeat. His hand ripped the towel from his body and flung it to the side, where it mingled with mine.
