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“What? Really?”
I nodded and opened my door. “Yeah. I thought Salvatore was really sweet, so I’m down for going to have coffee or drinks, or whatever.” I shrugged and tossed my bag in the passenger seat. “I’m not looking for anything serious, which I’ll let him know up front. But yeah, give him my number.”
She gave me a blinding grin, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. I was pretty sure she was more excited about this than I was.
“Okay, yeah. Cool. I’ll do that.”
I laughed softly and just shook my head. “I’ll talk to you later.” I got into my car and started it, and for the first time in a long time, I felt the surge of accomplishment fill me.
But also something darker… foreboding.
7
Adryan
Iwas pissed. Fucking enraged. But I sat calmly in the chair in my office, overlooking the crowd below, my hand idly stroking Bear’s big, boxy head. He rested his muzzle on my thigh, every once in a while giving a huff of understanding, a deep exhale as if he felt my anger as well.
It had taken every ounce of self-control not to take Kayla right then and there as I watched her leave her class. I didn't even care that her friend was right there, would’ve watched me throw my mate over my shoulder, bare my fangs, and let her see the flash of red in my eyes.
I didn’t fucking care, wanted to do that so damn badly my mouth was salivating at the very thought of it, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t. Not just yet. I needed to get things in order with the plans being made for the Assembly first. I needed to sort things out with Cian and the Lycans coming into the States to deal with this bullshit.
But that would be handled tonight. And then, after that, I’d go to her. I’d make her stay with me until she realized I wasn’t letting her go, that she had no choice but to surrender to me, to submit not only her body, but her mind too.
My mood became even darker as I played back the conversation she’d had with her friend. She’d agreed to go on a fucking date with the male I assumed was from the other night.
Bear whined low at my foul, dangerous mood, but I kept stroking his head softly, my focus on the club, although I wasn’t paying attention to anything down below.
I allowed myself the pleasure of picturing myself tearing her date’s head from his neck and gorging myself in the arterial blood that would spray from the wound.
And I wanted Kayla to watch me the entire time, to see the lengths I’d go to for her… how dangerous I truly was to keep her as mine.
I’d used my time away from her to find out any and all information that had to do with my mate.
Kayla Monroe.
Twenty-three years old.
Attending Ryeka University for her master’s in psychology.
Strangely enough, I got hard thinking of her trying to analyze me, trying to understand who and what I was. The only thing she’d realize after picking at my brain was that I was a killer. A psychopath. The least deserving of a mate. But despite all those things against me, she was still mine, and I wouldn’t let her go.
She lived in her uncle's house, inherited it from him after he’d passed, along with a sizable estate. My little human female was quite well off—or at least in the human sense, she was.
Without taking my gaze from the dance floor, I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and pulled out my cell phone, pulling up the picture I got off the Internet of her. My heart jackknifed in my chest, my carotid throbbing as I grew excited because of her. For her.
My cock was hard, so fucking hard. The fucker had been in this predicament since I’d first seen her, and no amount of beating off to the image of claiming my mate, of piercing her neck, her wrists—fuck, her inner thighs—as I drank from her deeply could ease the ache in my dick.
They were empty orgasms, and they probably made me suffer even more than if I’d just waited for the first time to take her. But I was a sadist, and apparently when it concerned my mate, a masochist too, because I still jerked off, even though it didn’t help my situation.
I kept staring at her picture, at the way her brown-and-golden hair blew behind her because the wind had picked up, tossing those strands in a caress.
Kayla. Kayla. KaylaKaylaKayla.
Mine.
I felt a surge of pleasure move through me at just saying her name, of just thinking about her. Gods, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my miserable, bastard life. And the longer I stayed away, the more that need ate at me like acid.
The sound of someone knocking on my office door pulled a low, threatening snarl from my lips, and I slowly turned my head to look at the thick double slabs of wood that kept all the other assholes in my life out.
