Page 54 of Chaos At Second Sight

Yvaine’s room was just upstairs, two rooms to the left of mine. I could find it with my eyes closed, her scent was that clear, like laying out a path just for me, her mate. In this moment, it seemed like she was asleep. But she hadn’t gone to bed right away after our walk in the woods. I promised myself I wouldn’t listen—give her some privacy and all that. And I did. For three consecutive minutes.

I had heard her flipping through the pages of a book, occasionally sighing or huffing. And I just lay there, listening to my sweet mate with a satisfied grin on my lips, arms behind my head, picturing her. She was probably in bed with that concentrated look, crumpled nose, and little pajamas.

“Adorable,” I’d muttered, wiping a hand over my face.

All I could think about was her beautiful eyes and that smile that lit up her whole face. When we kissed in the woods, her tiny fists clung to my hair or my shirt like her life depended on it, her cute knuckles going white.

Her soft curves fit against mine so perfectly…

I glanced down at my abdomen and groaned.

My cock was straining against my checkered boxers—again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I grumbled, launching myself out of bed, blankets and sheets falling onto the floor. I didn’t even pause as I yanked my boxers off and stormed into the shower, glaring down at my aching situation.

Lycans, man.

We had double of everything compared to werewolves—strength, size, appetites. It’d been weeks since I figured out Yvaine was my fated mate, and as much as I’d sworn not to touch her until she was ready (and I mean really ready, confident and all with me), my body and my beast?

They didn’t give a damn. They were ready to go now.

The last time I jerked off this much was when I was a teen. Back then, I told myself I’d wait for my mate. That lasted, oh, a couple of months. “Welcome back, sixteen-year-old me.” The irony was painful.

With a huff, I cranked the shower to freezing and stepped under a showerhead too short for me. The joys of being a giant lycan in a world not built for our sizes. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the icy rivulets travel down my body.

Yvaine’s face flashed through my mind. My hand drifted down to my erection, and my thumb brushed over the head of my cock. I hissed, imagining her tiny hand doing the same thing. Would she need two hands?

My breaths came out in low growls as I pressed my free hand against the wall, already picturing how she’d look—wide-eyed and all flustered. I picked up the pace, squeezing harder as a tightening feeling emerged in my lower abdomen, my muscles bulging as I neared the edge.

Before I knew it, I was grunting and coming all over, decorating my hosts’ shower with my pent-up desire for their granddaughter. It took me a few moments to float back down to reality, blinking through the post-orgasm haze.

Goddess.

If jerking off to thoughts of her was better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten, I didn’t even dare think what it would be like when we finally⁠—

Shut the fuck up, you perv.

I felt a little guilty, like I’d somehow tainted my cute little mate by thinking of her in such depraved ways. But I was running out of options here. I rubbed my face, groaning into my palms. This was all new territory and I really wanted to do things right. If only I knew how the hell I was supposed to do that.

I could ask my friends for advice. Nope, not that group of horny mutts who’d just make hardcore jokes about how whipped I was. My sister? That could work. I couldn’t wait for her to meet my bunny doc. And Gran, too. Hopefully introducing Yvaine to her would get Gran to stop nagging me about that girl she kept trying to set me up with. Gran was pissed when I bailed on that dinner with them.

I stepped out of the shower without bothering to dry off or grab a towel. Why was it so damn hot in here? I started scratching at my shoulders, hissing at the itch that spread across my skin.

This is strange.

The fact that I was a crazed lycan might have something to do with it. It had to, because holy hell, I was burning up, horny, and itchy all at once. What if male lycans had heats? I could ask my beast, but that meant, you know, talking to him. I’d rather stay irritated and confused than interact with that furry ass.

My ears perked. Something caught my attention. Yvaine was up, padding around her room. I glanced at the clock—3:10 a.m. Is she having trouble sleeping too?

I heard a door creak open and soft footsteps move out into the hallway. My eyes narrowed. Where’s she going?

Yvaine descended the stairs. Maybe she’s thirsty. Yeah, that’s it.

I pressed my ear to the door and took a deep breath, her scent stronger now. Exhaling, I let out a low growl. Instead of heading downstairs, her steps continued onto my floor.

My breath caught. Is she coming here?

Panic mode: activated.