I hardly recognized my reflection.
I had no clean undergarments, so I was completely bare underneath the T-shirt. And it felt so… sexual and forbidden. I looked down and wasn’t surprised to see my nipples poking through the material. My areolas were normally a blush pink, but because of my arousal, they were a deeper red, nickel-sized circles that were obscenely evident under the too thin fabric.
I turned to face the door, the shirt moving erotically against my form, against those peaks, and causing a small gasp of sensitivity to leave me.
I licked my suddenly dry lips, closing my eyes and just breathing out slowly, trying to calm myself, to get control.
I forced myself to leave the bathroom, each step adding pressure between my thighs until I was biting my lip to stem off a little moan. Another softer cramp slammed into my belly, and I stumbled slightly. Maybe I should’ve eaten more. When was the last time I had a full meal? I hadn’t eaten what Caelan had given me, and barely ate what Luca brought me. Yes, that’s what this all was, my body rebelling that I hadn’t taken in enough nutrients, especially after being injured and exerting energy to heal.
I stepped into the bedroom, and my focus immediately went to Luca, my breath holding in my lungs, stilling in my throat. He was awake, his body leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs, his eyes trained right on me. It was the same predatory stance he’d taken when I’d first woken up and seen him in the corner.
It was purely animalistic.
And I stayed rooted to the spot, not moving, not speaking, taking note of my body’s instant reaction to the male just feet from me.
“I took a shower,” I whispered, my cheeks heating, because obviously that’s what I’d done. My hair was wet, and I was wearing his shirt. “I didn’t have anything else to wear.” I picked at the shirt, unable to break his gaze. My voice trembled, my body alive.
His shirt fell to my knees, but even though I was pretty covered, I was very aware I wore no panties or a bra. My nipples were still so hard. My pussy was so wet. I was completely vulnerable at that moment.
And gods was that exhilarating.
All it would take would be for him to reach out and run a claw down the center of the material, tearing it and letting it drop to the floor so he could gaze at my bare form, so he could take in every single inch of me that no other male had ever seen before.
I noticed the change in him. Immediately.
His breathing quickened.
He slowly leaned forward in the chair even more, the tiny piece of furniture creaking under his muscular weight.
His nostrils flared as he scented me.
And his eyes became even more hooded.
I licked my lips, and his eyes locked on the act. “I didn’t call my parents earlier,” I admitted in a whisper-soft voice, like this moment was the perfect time to bring that up.
He didn’t say anything in response, just kept staring at my mouth.
“I didn’t want that reality to get between... whatever this is between us right now.” And that “whatever” was the powerful surge of pheromones, endorphins, and lust that was a continuous flow between us. The kind that was combustible and about to completely blow any second.
My body was reacting to him so wildly. It was as if the very sight of him fueled the stranger in me even more, making me as mindless as he had been all these years.
And Luca still said nothing, not as he watched me, not as he slowly stood from the chair, and not when he took a step toward me. His body was so big. So powerful. So very, very male. And the feminine part of me melted at the sight of him. All I could think about was submitting. Surrender to this male who will give you anything your heart desires.
I took an involuntary step back.
“I know you didn’t call them.” His voice was low and deep. Perfectly male.
He took another step closer.
I didn’t question how he knew. Maybe he looked at the call log on the cell and saw there wasn’t an outgoing one. Maybe he could smell the truth on me. Or maybe he just knew me that well. It didn’t matter, because this moment wasn’t about phone calls or showering or anything else.
It was about pure animal attraction between me and my mate. An attraction that had been building since we first laid eyes on each other last week.
One that was boiling over the edge and now spilling over.
He lowered his eyes from my lips down to my chest, where he could obviously see how hard my nipples were. A rough rumble left him at what he saw, a very satisfied sound that had my inner muscles clenching and a fresh gush of wetness spilling from between my thighs.