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I probably should have listened and taken the damn anesthetic. But I was too stubborn for my own good.
Deep down, I perhaps wanted to see Yazmine’s reaction when she noticed Doctor Amell doing the procedure without a pinch of a sedative. Pressing my thumb into the indent caused by the needle, I wince. I was showing off, and now look where it got me!
It shouldn’t even matter, I think as I shrug away the dull ache and clear my throat. Steeling my spine, I lift the bar weight and push through my next set of squats.
Five… Six… Seven…
I’m not even halfway through the set when Yazmine’s face comes to mind. Blowing out a hot, frustrated breath, I let the bar slip out of my hands, where it lands on the floor with a loud thud.
Nothing I seem to be doing has essence anymore. Nothing apart from thinking about Yazmine… My birthday… The pendant that I’d hidden away safely in the confines of my nightstand drawer when it should be on my neck.
I am a certified mess, that’s for sure. It doesn’t help that Yazmine has chosen to remain completely silent about what happened between us. Not that I’m complaining. But she’s so avidly ignoring it that it makes me wonder if I imagined the whole day.
Not possible…
I saw the traces of my bites on her neck with my own eyes this morning. As if to tease me, she wore the lowest necklined t-shirt, showing off the hickeys I left on the tops of her supple mounds.
My fingers curl absentmindedly as I recall the way those mounds felt in my palms. Palms that tingle now with the reminder. I hiccough to get the thought away, groaning as I take a look around the gym room. I have no intention of carrying on today’s workout session, as my mind is overworking with heinous thoughts about a human.
Fuck!
The barbaric simpleton race was never remotely interesting to me. I have no idea why Yazmine piques some deep, innate interest in me. Maybe it has to do with the bones found in New Zealand and knowing that her discovery could lead us to the answers we’ve been seeking for centuries.
If the bones are the remains of my grandfather, he’ll receive the proper burial he deserves. Laid to rest under the moonlight, a ceremony will be made for him. Perhaps that explains my interest and fixation on the only person who knows what she’s doing.
When I’m back in my bedroom, I savor the warmth of the shower spray as I close my eyes and relax my shoulders. A hand goes to my torso, tracing the contours of my abs and remembering what Yazmine’s touch felt like. The way she appreciated my hard work in the gym with delicate fingers smoothing over my abs. Her eyes beads of lust as she batted her long lashes at me, the green depths veiled by the those thick lashes.
Oh… Then there’s the way she licked her lips in anticipation, wiggling her ass where it was perched on her heels as she knelt in front of me. The journey of her hand descending all the way down to my cock, her fingers barely enclosing around the ample girth. The stroke from the base to the bulbous tip suctioned the very life out of me, and she breathed new life through my member when she wrapped her lips around my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan when I snap open my eyes and realize my hand is on my cock. Stiff and erect, it falls heavily against my thigh when I abruptly remove my hand from around it.
That was callous of me.
Or was it?
“Snap out of it, Aragon,” I grate through gritted teeth as I brace my palms on the wall and permit the water to flow down my shoulders. What was I thinking, fantasizing about the human like that?
None of it makes sense to me, and I have no intention of trying to let it make sense. I have afternoon training to attend, so I’ll have a chance of having another shower with a clearer mind.
***
Walking by the lab on my way out, a pang grips my chest when I find the place empty. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, I think with a frown as I palm the left side of my chest where the pang persists. There’s no way the human is my fated mate—I’ve already established that thanks to the Cube of Knowledge. I don’t possess a fated mate—I’m only meant to choose one.
Then why do I feel like this? I hate feeling at all.
Today’s distraction? I’m heading training for my group. I passed the rugby field, again reminded about Yazmine and the gift she’d given me on my birthday.
“Yo, Aragon!” Aidan calls from behind. I can’t help but finally smile when his appearance makes for the perfect distraction.
Just what I needed.
“Hey, buddy!” I greet when he catches up, throwing an arm over and patting his shoulder.
“You’re awfully cheery today,” he observes speculatively as we proceed to the training arena.
“Trying to be,” I sigh heavily before snapping my head up. The fine hairs on my neck prickle, my heart skipping a beat.
“Ara—”
