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would have—
Angel released a sharp breath, fingers ensnaring the coverlet draped over her legs. She would have what? Spoken to him? The very idea was laughable. Seth’s leash had been tight then, until she’d all but choked from it. Nothing would have been done; nothing could have been done. But now she was beginning to understand why Seth had declared her his mate the very next day.
Kicking back her blanket, she pushed to her feet and began to prowl the length of her room like a wild animal, unable to keep to the bed if she wasn’t going to sleep. Her emotional state was far more volatile than normal. Since she’d shifted already tonight, the call of the moon was absent, something she was unaccustomed to, and it was leaving her feeling a touch jittery. If she could only sleep...
After what felt like hours of her feet wearing the hardwood thin, she groaned and spun toward the door. The animal within felt caged; her wolf was howling to be set free if for no other purpose than simply to run. Hunter had shown her to the guest room to rest, but what she needed was to burn off this excess energy scalding her from the inside out.
To hell with this. She rocked to the balls of her feet and silently crept to the door. Not a single soul had bothered her since Hunter had given her the grand tour. In fact, it felt as though they were the only two within the house. Pondering such a thing, she peered down the silent halls, wondering if there was anyone else present.
She tiptoed down the corridor, pausing before the third room on the left. The door was slightly ajar, a dim light permeating the darkness of the hall. Angel paused, her heart quickening with the thought that she might be disturbing him. Would he mind such an interruption, or would he think she was invading his space?
She was about to head back to her own room when she silently scolded herself for being foolish. He’d offered up his house and home, fed and cared for her. When he’d offered his guest bedroom to her, she’d been shocked, expecting him to insist she remain with him. Once again, he’d shown her his caliber and how much he differed from Seth.
Measuring the door, she gracefully slipped within. There Hunter lay on the bed with an arm thrown over his face, his body tense. She could see that he was just as awake as she was.
She dared another step, silently praying that his floorboards didn’t creak. The last thing she wanted was to startle an alpha werewolf.
“Mmm, this is a fantasy of mine, you know.” A muffled voice came from the covers.
His arm shifted, and it was only then that she noticed the mangled book dangling from his fingers. Apparently he’d been trying to read, though that appeared to be as much of a lost cause as sleep had been for her. A pinched face greeted her, though a single wry brow lifted in amusement.
“A fantasy?” she finally whispered. “Of a girl slipping into your room?”
The book was abandoned to the pillows and his arm dropped down, drawing her eyes to his chest. “Of you slipping into my room. There’s more, of course,” he chuckled, his eyes brightening. “I could divulge a little, if you’d like.”
She couldn’t help her laugh. “And you’ve had this fantasy for what, five minutes?”
“Five minutes, ten years. What does time mean to us?” he murmured in a deep voice before pinning her with an odd look. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I couldn’t,” she admitted softly. “But if you were trying, I could—”
Her words died on her lips when he suddenly drew down the covers, gesturing to the spot next to him.
Leaning back against the pillows, he watched her carefully. “Well?”
Her eyes flicked to the empty space next to him.
“I promise you I won’t bite,” he offered with a humorous lilt, “too hard.”
Her cheeks burned, the memory of the hard brush of his teeth lighting a fire in her stomach. They’d done much more than simply sleep together in the short while she’d
Angel released a sharp breath, fingers ensnaring the coverlet draped over her legs. She would have what? Spoken to him? The very idea was laughable. Seth’s leash had been tight then, until she’d all but choked from it. Nothing would have been done; nothing could have been done. But now she was beginning to understand why Seth had declared her his mate the very next day.
Kicking back her blanket, she pushed to her feet and began to prowl the length of her room like a wild animal, unable to keep to the bed if she wasn’t going to sleep. Her emotional state was far more volatile than normal. Since she’d shifted already tonight, the call of the moon was absent, something she was unaccustomed to, and it was leaving her feeling a touch jittery. If she could only sleep...
After what felt like hours of her feet wearing the hardwood thin, she groaned and spun toward the door. The animal within felt caged; her wolf was howling to be set free if for no other purpose than simply to run. Hunter had shown her to the guest room to rest, but what she needed was to burn off this excess energy scalding her from the inside out.
To hell with this. She rocked to the balls of her feet and silently crept to the door. Not a single soul had bothered her since Hunter had given her the grand tour. In fact, it felt as though they were the only two within the house. Pondering such a thing, she peered down the silent halls, wondering if there was anyone else present.
She tiptoed down the corridor, pausing before the third room on the left. The door was slightly ajar, a dim light permeating the darkness of the hall. Angel paused, her heart quickening with the thought that she might be disturbing him. Would he mind such an interruption, or would he think she was invading his space?
She was about to head back to her own room when she silently scolded herself for being foolish. He’d offered up his house and home, fed and cared for her. When he’d offered his guest bedroom to her, she’d been shocked, expecting him to insist she remain with him. Once again, he’d shown her his caliber and how much he differed from Seth.
Measuring the door, she gracefully slipped within. There Hunter lay on the bed with an arm thrown over his face, his body tense. She could see that he was just as awake as she was.
She dared another step, silently praying that his floorboards didn’t creak. The last thing she wanted was to startle an alpha werewolf.
“Mmm, this is a fantasy of mine, you know.” A muffled voice came from the covers.
His arm shifted, and it was only then that she noticed the mangled book dangling from his fingers. Apparently he’d been trying to read, though that appeared to be as much of a lost cause as sleep had been for her. A pinched face greeted her, though a single wry brow lifted in amusement.
“A fantasy?” she finally whispered. “Of a girl slipping into your room?”
The book was abandoned to the pillows and his arm dropped down, drawing her eyes to his chest. “Of you slipping into my room. There’s more, of course,” he chuckled, his eyes brightening. “I could divulge a little, if you’d like.”
She couldn’t help her laugh. “And you’ve had this fantasy for what, five minutes?”
“Five minutes, ten years. What does time mean to us?” he murmured in a deep voice before pinning her with an odd look. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I couldn’t,” she admitted softly. “But if you were trying, I could—”
Her words died on her lips when he suddenly drew down the covers, gesturing to the spot next to him.
Leaning back against the pillows, he watched her carefully. “Well?”
Her eyes flicked to the empty space next to him.
“I promise you I won’t bite,” he offered with a humorous lilt, “too hard.”
Her cheeks burned, the memory of the hard brush of his teeth lighting a fire in her stomach. They’d done much more than simply sleep together in the short while she’d
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