Chapter 64
“Jessica isn’t pregnant,” I blurt.
“Oh?”
I drag a hand through my hair. “I mean, she could be, but if she is, the child isn’t mine.”
Leah nods. It’s the equivalent of ‘that’s nice.’
I know she doesn’t mean it and I can’t even fault her for doubting. I’ve rubbed her face in things many times before.
Part of me will always resent her.
I can’t help that.
It’s in her blood.
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Maybe that’s why I was so adamant about enforcing the blood oath each month.
But seeing her now. She looks so small and frail.
So innocent and vulnerable…
It has me rubbing my chest.
My wolf wants out. Now.
He wants to check her himself and then stand watch over her. Every second we spend in this cursed place has him clawing at my ribs to be free.
I thump my chest. “Ease up, will you?”
My wolf growls but doesn’t relent.
She looks around the room, at anywhere but at me. “So, uh, thank you again for delivering me here.”
There she goes again trying to brush me off.
I grab her arms and pull her out of the chair. The momentum of the move brings her body slamming into mine. I latch my arms around her and hold tight.
I find her lips.
The kiss is gentle. Comforting. A brush of lips and a moment for our bodies to align, and all that f**king incredible tension that we keep banked, yeah, I need a second to let those feelings rise to the surface.
Then my hands are in her hair and my tongue is in her mo uth, because I nearly watched this woman di e tonight, and it’s like my wolf wants to devour her because of it.
I hold her face and angle her head. She makes this little hum in the back of her throat that goes from her mo uth straight to my di ck. I’m rock hard in seconds.
She makes that soft sound again as I grind against her.
The moment her arms twine around my neck, I savor the
victory.
It’s better than killing Brian.
Better, even, than defeating her father.
Having this woman succumb to me is everything.
She gasps and I…
