Waylen was here. He had already gathered attention from others inside the restaurant, but he didn’t seem to care about that. I shot to my feet, and Malik wrapped a hand around my wrist. Waylen was at the door, glaring at us and scaring the shit out of other people in the restaurant. How did he get in? How did he know we were here?
“I’m fine,” I told Malik. I could handle Waylen on my own. The dent on his brow stayed, so I bent to kiss him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. Let me know if you need help.”
I sashayed toward Waylen. He tried to grab my wrist, but I brushed past him, knowing he would follow. I didn’t stop until I was in the garage, away from curious eyes. Stopping beside Malik’s car, I crossed my arms on my chest and waited for Waylen.
Minutes later, Waylen stalked into the garage like we had all the time in the world, his eyes not leaving mine. I tried not to show how much his
“Stop talking,” I begged. “You are not making this easy for both of us.”“Good.”“Waylen—” I cut in before he could say more.“Because one, I want to bend you over my knees and spank you for making me suffer blue fucking balls this long. Two, I want to fuck you till we both see stars, tesoro,” he said. Fuck him because those words made me gulp hard. Heat pooled even more between my already quivering thighs. “Since we can’t have that here, I’m willing to settle for fucking you slow. Nice and slow in the backseat. If you are good, Beth, I’ll make you come more than once. I won’t make you beg, not so much, anyway.”My breath hitched. But I managed a soft, “Stop.”“Just please, get in the car immediately. Let me make both of us happy.”My panties were soaked. My thoughts were scrambled but one stayed coherent.
Malik was in the same spot I left him when I entered the restaurant. His head rose a little like he could sense my presence. He probably could. Seeing him look so calm annoyed me. If he had come out to check on me, I wouldn’t have had to listen to Waylen’s jargon. Malik wasn’t a murderer.I slid back into my chair without a word. Our food wasn’t here yet, and I looked at him with questions in my eyes. He smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to repay it. When his hand touched mine, I forced myself to stay still. This same hand took Mr. Parker’s life.No, it didn’t. I had to stop thinking that way.“Where’s our food?” My voice came out squeaky, but I didn’t care to repeat myself.“I asked them to pack it up,” Malik replied. He pushed my hair out of the way so his fingers could brush my cheek. “You took a while. Is everything okay with you two?”“You would k
It didn’t make sense that Malik hadn’t killed any werewolves. The longer I spent marinating on that thought, the bigger my doubts grew to be. I had seen him kill. He was swift, quiet, and organized. You didn’t get that kind of experience without having murder on your hands. So he had come that night only to observe. After that, what next?Malik wouldn’t hurt me deliberately, that much I knew. But what if the council commanded it like they did the rogues he had killed? He said it himself. The council was the highest authority, and everyone in the packs, even the alphas, listened to them.My phone buzzed. 5 pm. Time to leave this place and head to my second prison, maybe not prison, since Malik allowed me to do or go wherever I wanted, but yeah, I still felt trapped. My life was pretty much a triangle.Office. Home. Hospital, sometimes.Hanging out with my friends meant one of my mates would have to be with me. It w
MALIKThere was something Elizabeth wasn’t telling me, something else Waylen told her about me. Could I blame her when I was also keeping my own secrets from her?After a long day working from home, we went to the hospital to visit her mom. I was tired, and my only sane thoughts involved crawling into bed with my mate. She must have had the same idea because she rushed inside as soon as I unlocked the front door.Our Christmas tree was still there. I did it for her. I did it to earn my mate’s warmth. Yesterday, she freaked me out with her aloofness. I wasn’t ashamed to say I was madly in love with her. I was a fool in love.I hugged Elizabeth from behind before she could go further into the living room. She didn’t have to rush to the room. We could bathe together. Except for that slip in my office on Thursday, my cock had been nowhere near her pussy, and I would keep it that way as long as I could.
Malik hadn’t returned yet, and I was starting to have an awful feeling about this. Something was off about his behavior tonight. My feet rapped against the floor in impatience. If Malik promised to come back, he would. But he was taking too long.Something was wrong.The ceiling lights flickered to life as I hit the switch. I stared down at my bloodied fingers. It wasn’t my blood. It was Malik’s. It must have happened when I touched him. But how was that possible? Was he okay?What was I doing here while my man was hurting? I raced to his room. Empty.My heart dipped to my stomach. I rushed down the stairs. Where could he be? Was it because I made him break his promise to stay away from me? Every thought of staying away had flown out of my head the second he joined me on that bed. I was so horny I couldn’t control myself. I had been touching myself before he came, and only when he touched me did I get my release.
I hadn’t stopped smiling since my second orgasm. My pussy was sore but in a good way. There were many other ways to have fun without sex, and we were both learning that. I dished our breakfast into two plates and dropped them on the tray. The footsteps pounding against the floor made me spin.“Malik,” I almost growled. He still looked weak. I should have allowed him a few hours of recovery before riding his face. I pointed at the door. “Back to the room.”He smirked. “Bossy.”My resolve weakened as Malik stepped forward and pried the tray from me to drop it on the counter. I stood still as he drew me into an embrace. His hands moved lower and lower until they were cupping my ass.“I thought you left for work,” he muttered.“Why would I do that?” I asked, stepping out of his arms before the contact muddled my brain. “I told you to get some rest, didn’t I, Malik? You’
I freaked out. I freaked out and ran out on Malik with the excuse of making a phone call.From the bathroom, I could hear Malik pacing his room. My phone was in my hand, and I was thinking of who to call to make my excuse seem genuine. Becca was too busy for a phone call. Fumi was too engrossed with being Becca’s matron of honor to take second glances at her phone. You would think it was her wedding with how involved she was. They were both yet to meet Waylen or Malik officially. I wasn’t looking forward to it. Becca might care less, but I couldn’t say about Fumi.My phone rang, helping me make that decision. Waylen. I picked up immediately but didn’t give him a chance to speak.“You need to accept Malik,” I started.“Did he put you up to this?”I glared at myself in the mirror, turning on the tap to appear busy. The glass shower behind me looked inviting. I glimpsed the bath tub beh
MALIKAlice, Elizabeth’s mom, was giving me the stink eye. If my daughter showed up at my hospital bed with a new man a few days after visiting with her boyfriend, I would probably do the same thing. Or maybe worst.“Who are you again?” Alice asked.Elizabeth had introduced me three times already. My darling squeezed my hand, silently begging me not to pick offense. I wouldn’t. I dared not. Being inside here with her mother was a privilege I wanted.“Malik. Malik Sterling.”Alice sneered. Lynn looked more like her than Beth did. She turned to her first daughter.“Who did you say this man was?”“My boyfriend,” came the reply. Alice and I gasped. Elizabeth introduced me earlier as her friend, and I was okay with it. “Malik is my boyfriend. And my new boss, Mom.”Alice composed herself better and faster than I did. My jaw had unhinged. El