Side Story 31-1
Chee
When he straightened, his breathing was all uneven and ragged. It made me secretly happy-I
could actually do that to him, the guy who always acted like nothing could touch him, like he was
untouchable.
Well, Desmond, I’ve got you to thank for this, I thought. He let go of me right away and took a step
back. I straightened too. He was looking like he’d just done something he shouldn’t and totally
forbidden. To break the heavy air, I asked, “How’s Randy?”
Uh-oh, bad move-I realized it too late. “Why are you asking about Randy?” he shot back. Guess
didn’t switch topics like I thought. “Well, is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I said, trying to defend
myself.
“So you’d rather him come to you than me?” He was being weird now, but I liked it. Oh, so he gets
jealous fast. Now I’ve got that over him.
“I didn’t say that,” I said, “but you always send him to me, so I figured he’d be the one showing up,” I
answered straight.
I watched his fists clench and unclench. “I’m hungry,” I threw out. “Oh, you think you can change the
subject just like that?” he said. What’s with him? Did he miss me that bad? Or is it his wolf acting
out?
Okay, I see. Should I tease him a little?
I walked right up to him, bolder this time, and saw his throat bob. Yeah, I heard it again-that fast
heartbeat. It is definitely his. The same guy who says he won’t consummate the marriage because
I’m sixteen. Like it’d even be wrong, when for werewolves, sixteen’s the right age, bloody hell that’s
why we shift then and are mated, but for him the age gap is a barrier.
“Abel, your face is redder than usual, and stop hyperventilating,” I said. His eyes went wide.
One second I’m standing close to him, the next his hand grabs me, pulls me in, and he whispers,”
Goddess, I hate myself,” before his lips crash onto mine.
This wasn’t the quick, innocent quick kiss from before. This was raw. His tongue pushed in, one fast move, and I let it. I didn’t know what I was doing, but instinct kicked in-I wrapped my arms
around his neck.
His tongue went deeper, tasting, licking, wanting more. Breathing frantically as if he wanted more and couldn’t get enough of this.
I didn’t even notice when my fingers dug into his soft, thick hair. My feet weren’t on the ground
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anymore as the kiss got wilder.
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