Lily and James (werewolf novel) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 0077

(Several hours earlier)

(Lily POV)

After the interaction with James and Brady at the luau, I knew that I needed to clear my head and get some rest. Unfortunately, my heart was racing and nothing I tried could calm my nerves. Seeing James had absolutely affected me, just like I was afraid it might.

It was not that I wanted to be with James; I didn’t. It was just that… the mate bond is hard to ignore. Even though I rejected James and he accepted the rejection, the lingering impacts of the (broken) bond continue to mess with my head and my heart in ways that I do not want it to.

I was about to try taking a sleeping pill when I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I looked at the

clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. in the morning. Who could possibly be at my room at this hour?

I wrapped a robe around my nightgown and approached the door. “Who is it?” I asked without opening it.

“Lily, it’s me,” I heard Brady say.

I quickly opened the door, only to find Brady leaning against the door jam. He was quite obviously drunk

and his hair and clothes were a mess, which was a contrast to his normally put–together appearance.

“Brady? What happened to you?!?!” I exclaimed as I ushered him into my room.

I watched Brady stumble inside, and I could not help but wonder how much Brady had to drink to get to this point. This was a human resort, and as far as I knew, wolfsbane cocktails -the kinds of drinks. wolves usually drink when they want to get wasted- were not available.

Without answering my question, Brady closed the door to my room. He then got a strange look on his face as he approached me, grabbed my face with both of his hands, and then began kissing me as though his life depended on it.

At first, Brady’s kiss surprised me. But then, I felt myself slowly beginning to melt into it. I could feel a part of me hesitating the same part of me that was confused and struggling with James being here-, but a bigger part of me wanted to celebrate this feeling of finally being wanted and desired.

Eventually, that bigger part of me won out, and I began to kiss Brady back. I could not help but enjoy the sensation of his soft lips on my own. When I moaned and he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I tasted the whiskey on his breath and strangely found it to be more of a turn–on than a turn–off.

Brady slowly walked me back to the bed, and then climbed on top of me as he continued to passionately kiss me. A voice in the back of my head -npt Rose- encouraged me to be careful, but I ignored it, muscles as he wove his fingers through my hair. He then started to gently trace his hands south down my neck, across my shoulders, down my arms, and onto my waist.

It was only when I felt Brady reach for the tie of my robe that I finally snapped out of my Brady–trance. I broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. “Brady…”

Instead of responding to me, he removed his hands from the tie of my robe, rolled onto his side, and hugged me tightly to his chest.

“Brady….” I whispered again.

“Sshhhhhh… Just… just let me hold you, okay? I just want to hold you.”