TARYN POV
Reid stares at me from his side of the table, those baby blue eyes wide and unblinking. He folds his hands on the top of the table, looks down at them and then back up at me. “I’m sorry, I — what?” he asks.
I huff out a dry laugh and sigh. I still can’t believe my luck, that the best match the app could make for me was with a male who doesn’t actually want a mate. A male who doesn’t even date. How or why he’s even on the app is beyond me.
“I said, since we’re not mates, there is no reason for me to try to wrangle you into another date.”
He shakes his head, clearing whatever thoughts he has there. “Right,” he says, rubbing his short beard. “Right. That would — that would be silly. A waste of your time.”
“We can even just call it a night now, if you want,” I tell him, though in my head I’m crossing my fingers that he says no.
“No, no,” he says, lifting his hands, the veins in his exposed forearms bulging. “Like I said, I made a promise, and I’m going to see this through. I told Seb I’d take a female on a proper date, and that is what I’m going to do,” he adds, tapping the table in punctuation.
“All right.” I shrug, casual as ever, but inside I am cheering.
He may not be my mate, or be looking for a chosen mate to settle down with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the delicious man in front of me. Yes, I want a mate, but I will not turn down an evening with the fine specimen of a male sitting across from me.
Because damn, he is fine. He’s in a simple outfit consisting of a white button up and black slacks, but he is wearing it. He’s left the top three buttons of the shirt undone, revealing the edge of a tattoo on his left pectoral, and through the fabric of the shirt I can see it extends across his chest, to his shoulder and down his left bicep. He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and there is another tattoo on the inside of his right forearm.
All I can think about is how many other tattoos he has and where they are on his body. I bet he has a lot. I bet they’re incredibly sexy. I bet he has a six-pack, too. And now I’m imagining him shirtless. Shirtless and glistening with sweat, either from a workout or a “workout.”
Chill, Taryn, I think to myself, as I take a sip of water to cool off.
I try to think of anything other than him shirtless. The last thing I need is to become aroused and for him to smell it. Although he’s probably used to it. And it would be fun to see just what makes Reid Thomas so notorious.
No! I think again, giving myself a mental shake. He doesn’t want a mate, and you don’t want anymore ‘just for fun’ relationships, and you definitely do not want or need a one-night stand. It will be this one date and that’s it.
It is too bad though, that he doesn’t want more dates after this. And not just because of how he looks, but because I can tell there is more to him than meets the eye. He is more nervous than I would have expected of someone with his reputation. Then again, if he’s never really been on a date, then that might explain the nerves.
But the nervous laughing and fidgeting with his hands — like playing with the condensation on the water glass — just makes him more endearing. More real. And there is something else. Something just under the surface, another side of him. A side I am guessing he doesn’t let just anybody see.
“My best friend, Blake, made my Date-to-Mate profile too,” I tell him. “After Alpha Dominic decided he couldn’t man up and commit and I stopped sleeping with him, she apparently put the app on my phone and created the whole profile and everything.”
In the dim light of the restaurant, it’s hard to tell for sure, but I think his jaw clenches beneath his neatly trimmed facial hair. But as soon as I register it in my mind, it’s gone, and he’s laughing. “Sounds like her and Sebastian are of a similar mind. They’d probably get along splendidly.”
I laugh, nodding. “Maybe we should set them up!” I suggest.
“I would say that’s a genius idea, but Sebastian is waiting for his mate.”
“So is Blake!”
“How old is she?” he asks.
“20,” I tell him.
He nods and then opens his mouth to say something, but the server comes back to our table and cuts him off.
“Are we ready to order?” he asks us.
“Oh, I — I haven’t even looked over the menu,” I say, scrambling to pick it up and open it, only to find it is completely in French.
“I’ll give you a few more minutes?” he asks, and in my periphery, I see Reid nod and smile at him.
A megawatt smile that would melt even the iciest of hearts.
I stare at the menu, then peek at Reid over the top, and he’s just sitting there, hands folded on the table, eyes watching me as he waits.
“Do you know what you’re getting?” I ask him.
“The coq au vin,” he replies in flawless French.
“You speak French?” I ask, and he nods. I set the open menu down in front of me and point at it. “Can you read this?”
“Yes,” he says. “Or, you can just tell me what kind of food you like or don’t like, and I’ll ask Claude to make you something amazing,” he says with a wink.
“You know the chef?”
“I do.”
“So, do you bring all the girls here?” I ask, leaning my elbows on the table and resting my chin on my fists.
“N-no. Claude joined our pack when he moved here and opened the restaurant,” he sputters. “I promise, you are the first girl I’ve ever brought here,” he says, swiping his hand through the air and then resting it on the table.
He sits back in his seat and rubs his face again with his other hand. I rest mine on top of his on the table, and his eyes snap to it, staring at it as I pat his hand.
“Relax,” I tell him. “I’m only teasing.”
“Right,” he says, giving himself a shake. “Right,” he repeats. Then he waves at the server. “Can I speak to Claude?” Reid asks him as he approaches.
The server nods and leaves again, and we both sit there, waiting, neither of us saying anything. With anyone else, I would want to fill the silence with meaningless chatter. But with him, it feels natural. Normal. There is no expectation — from either of us — and that means there is no pressure. I can just be myself and not have to worry about rejection at the end, because we’ve already agreed there is no reason to move forward or see each other again after tonight.
We’re just two people having an enjoyable meal together. It’s refreshing.
A short, bald male werewolf approaches our table, wearing a traditional chef’s hat and coat, and his eyes light up when he sees Reid.
“Reid!” he declares in a thick French accent.
“Claude!” Reid replies, rising to greet him.
He holds his hand out to shake, but Claude pulls him in for a hug, patting him on the back and speaking to him in rapid French. My eyes dart between them as they converse, but I don’t have the foggiest idea of what either of them is saying.
“This is Taryn,” Reid says to him in English, gesturing to me. “She’s new to the area and hasn’t eaten here before.”
“Lovely to meet you, mademoiselle,” he says, switching to English and taking my hand and kissing the top, a gesture which I think causes Reid to clench his jaw again. “I will make you something incroyable.”
“Merci,” I reply, nodding at him with a smile.
His grin broadens, and he turns to Reid, saying one last thing to him in French before hurrying back into the kitchen.
Reid stares after him, then sits back down, taking several short sips of his water in a row, followed by one large drink.
“What did he say?” I ask.
He sets the almost empty glass down and glances at me for a long moment before he speaks. “He said you’re marvelous,” he replies. “And he said he’s glad to see me finally taking things seriously with a woman. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s not really a date.”
I chuckle. “So tell me, how’d you learn to speak French so well?”
“I took it all throughout high school and Claude tutored me whenever he could. He wouldn’t even let me speak English around him for the first two years of high school. By the time I was a junior, I was already fluent and probably knew more than the teacher, but I took the class for the last two years of high school anyway, since it was an easy A.”
“But why French?”
“It’s the language of love,” he says with a shrug, his cheeks tinting pink as he looks down at the table. “I figured it would be a surefire way to get the attention of the ladies.”
“Does it work?”
He lifts his bright, sparkling blue eyes to mine. “You tell me.”
“My lips are sealed, Cookie Monster Beta,” I say, zipping my lips with my fingers.
“Oh, goddess, I can’t believe that’s the name Seb gave me,” he groans, lowering his head to the table. “It’s so embarrassing.”
“Hey, it’s better than Tearin It Up,” I reply.
“At least yours makes sense!” he exclaims, sitting up again. “Taryn Campbell. Tearin It Up,” he says, moving his hands from one side of his plate to the other. “Not embarrassing, and it fits with your actual name.”
“How is yours embarrassing?” I laugh. “I think it’s cute.”
“It’s embarrassing, because it’s Seb and he didn’t give it to me thinking ‘oh this is cute.’ He did it with malicious intent, just like everything else he does. Making fun of my love for perfectly warm cookies fresh out of the oven,” he mutters under his breath. “Everyone knows they’re the best that way,” he adds.
I laugh again, and he blows out a sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please talk about something other than my cookie obsession?” he rushes out.
“Yes,” I say with a nod.
“What do you do?” he asks. “In Silver Ridge.”
“I’m training to be a warrior,” I tell him. “I was in the top ranks of the warrior training program in Sunrise Canyon — my old pack — but I had to start at the bottom again here and prove myself.”
“Why? Why not just let you challenge someone for a spot, or give you some sort of — like a trial period or something?”
I press my lips together and look at my hands in my lap, fidgeting with the edge of my dark brown corduroy skirt. “I suppose it has something to do with my wolf,” I admit, meeting his eyes again.
“Your wolf?”
I nod. “She’s… smaller… than most other female wolves. That’s why I’ve worked so hard in training sessions since my first shift. I didn’t want to be judged by the size of my wolf alone. I wanted everyone to take me seriously and see that wolf size isn’t everything.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a small wolf,” he says. “A small wolf is agile and can hide easier or sneak through small spaces.”
“Yes, and Beta Dawson agrees. But I think Dom — Alpha Dominic also let his feelings get in the way. Even though he claims it was all just fun between us, that it wasn’t anything serious or ever going to be anything serious, I think he was trying to protect me, that he didn’t want to put me in danger by making me a warrior for the pack.”
“Hmph,” he grunts, his eyes darkening. “That’s stupid. A smart alpha would use every warrior available to them. We’re werewolves. Danger is just part of our lives.”
“Like I said, it’s only a guess. He never said any of that to me, but I definitely got the feeling that those were his reasons, even without him ever confirming.” I shrug. “Maybe once he accepts that things are over between us, he’ll see he was being unreasonable.”
Claude approaches us from the kitchen, pushing out a cart with two covered dishes on top, and he gives me a polite nod. “Pardon my intrusion,” he says.
“It’s no trouble,” I reply, waving his apology away. “You’re bringing us food. We can’t be angry about that, can we, Reid?”
“Not at all,” he agrees, laughing, the dark look in his eyes gone. “What do you have for us, Claude?”
“For you,” Claude says, lifting the lid from one dish and handing it to Reid. “Your favorite — the coq au vin.”
“Fantastique,” Reid says, rubbing his hands together in excitement.
“And for you, Mademoiselle Taryn, I have made the sole meunière,” he says, lifting the lid of the second dish and setting it in front of me.
The delightful scents of butter and lemon fill my lungs and my mouth waters, ready to enjoy the delicious, freshly cooked fish.
“This smells wonderful,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
“Enjoy,” he replies with a smile and another nod, wheeling the cart back into the kitchen.
I place my napkin in my lap and across from me, Reid does the same. He picks up his knife and fork, both poised and ready to cut into his meal, but then he pauses, looking at me and waiting.
I press my lips together, very aware of him watching me as I cut into the flaky, fresh fish, inhaling again as all the scents mix and float into my nose, teasing me with the hint of how it will taste. I try to ignore his eyes on me as I take my first bite and chew, savoring all the flavors as they combine to create a symphony in my mouth.
“Good?” he asks, and all I can do is nod in response, my mouth still slowly chewing the delicious fish. “Good,” he repeats with a laugh, diving into his own meal now that I’ve begun mine.
“You know, if you ever want a fresh set of eyes or some pointers on your fighting form, I would be happy to help,” he says as we eat. “Seb and I have been running the warrior training at Crescent Lake for over five years now, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but we’re pretty damn good at it.”
“Thank you,” I reply, wiping my mouth with my napkin. “I’ll… think about it. But I don’t want anyone from Silver Ridge to think I’m cheating or getting a leg up,” I add, putting the napkin back in my lap.
“Well, the offer is on the table. Should you ever change your mind.”
He smiles at me, that same killer smile he gave the server earlier, and I return it without a thought. He may have a reputation as a player, and I can’t say I don’t see why the girls are so willing to crawl into his bed, but he’s also kind and funny and smarter than he lets on.
Someday — whenever he decides to settle down and find his mate — he is going to make some lucky girl very happy.
One more chapter before the weekend! Chapter 6 will be posted on Monday! Don't forget to like, comment, or vote for Blind Date if you are enjoying it so far. I look forward to all your thoughts and theories about what has happened so far! If you are a new reader, don't forget to check out "The Alpha's Pen Pal" which is book one in this series. While not necessary to understand this book, it will enhance your reading and understanding of the characters and their world. Lots of love, Allie
REID POV Once our date is over and I am back in the truck, I lean against the driver’s seat, my head tilted up to look at the ceiling. “What the fuck do I do now?” I ask the air. I had hidden my confusion, wrangled control of my wolf, and pushed both to the back of my mind for the remainder of the date, so I didn’t look like a complete fool. I’d put on a mask of confidence and acted like my normal charming and flirty self, so she wouldn’t grow suspicious. But now that it was done — now that I had paid the bill, and we’d said our goodbyes and parted ways — now I had to face the truth. She didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel the bond or scent me as her mate. I’m not sure why. I know she’s old enough — her profile had said she was 22 and no one can feel the mate bond until both mates are 21 or older. But the fact is, she didn’t feel it. I’m not sure how this happened, not sure what I did to deserve this, but it is obvious I am being punished. Maybe it’s because I mocked the mate bond for
TARYN POV “You’re home early.” I roll my eyes as I enter my apartment in the packhouse, unsurprised to find Blake parked on my pink velvet couch with the tv on, a ginger beer in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other. “Was it a bust?” she calls after me as I walk down the hall to the single bedroom. I just ignore her and start pulling out clothes to change into — plaid flannel pajama pants, fuzzy green socks, and an ivory waffle henley top, to be more specific — and take them with me into the bathroom. I peel off my turtleneck, skirt, black tights, and black ankle boots, toss the clothes into my hamper and the shoes into my closet, then throw on my pajamas and put my curls up in a high puff on the top of my head with a dark pink satin scrunchie, leaving a few loose pieces framing my face. “It was a bust, wasn’t it?” Blake repeats as I walk back into the living room and plop down on the other end of the couch. I pull a turquoise throw pillow into my lap and fluff it a few time
REID POVI amble across the packhouse grounds in the early hours of the morning, another light dusting of snow falling around me and sprinkling the grass like powdered sugar on a pancake. Without my permission, my eyes lift to the mountains in the east, where the snow clings a little stronger to the ground and the pine needles, up towards where I know Silver Ridge’s borders are.I can’t see the pack from here, but I know the exact spot on those hills where their lands begin. It’s my job to know.That’s the only reason I’m looking. To make sure no one is wandering too close to that line where our border ends and theirs begins. Not because of a certain exquisite mahogany-skinned she-wolf who lives there. Definitely not because of that.I wonder what she’s doing.“Goddess, damn it,” I mutter, tearing my eyes away and gluing them to the path in front of me.My wolf whimpers in my mind, tugging against my control to get me to look over there again.“Not going to happen, mangy mutt!” I say u
REID POVMonday arrives all too soon, and I find myself pacing the training grounds after the elite warrior training, nausea bubbling in my stomach and sweat pooling in my palms and dotting my forehead. My wolf is ecstatic because he knows Taryn is on her way, but I am markedly less enthusiastic about seeing her again.What if she can feel the bond now? How will I explain myself? Will she think I was just trying to use her, to get a night of sex out of her before I reject her?And why do I care so damn much about what she thinks when I am just going to reject her, anyway?“Focus, Reid,” I mutter, rubbing my temples and forcing myself to stop my incessant pacing. “It’s just training, and if she didn’t feel the bond on Friday, it’s highly unlikely she will suddenly feel it today.”The hairs on the back of my neck prickle and stand up, goosebumps forming over my whole body, even though the cold rarely affects me. The scent of peonies, strawberries, and peaches floats towards me, stronger
TARYN POVI spar with Maddie for at least an hour. Maybe even more. I lose track of my wins and losses, but I know we’re pretty even. She may have one or two more wins than me, but since she’s a lycan and I’m just a werewolf, I’m feeling pretty good about myself and my abilities.I just have to hope she hasn’t been taking it easy on me.That would be embarrassing.I scramble to my feet after getting pinned by Maddie again, readying myself for another round, when Reid walks into the ring with us.“That’s enough,” he says. “You can clean up.”My shoulders slump in relief, and I follow Maddie out of the ring and towards what I assume are the locker rooms, but Reid grabs my hand, stopping me.“Not you,” he says. “We’re not done yet.”I glance back at him, forcing my eyes to stay on his face instead of wandering lower. So far, the entire time I’ve been here, I have had to remind myself not to ogle him. But his tatted biceps that his black t-shirt sleeves can’t contain, and his broad, muscul
REID POV“Actually, there is something else I need to talk to you about,” I tell her just as she’s about to walk away to her car.She turns around with the fluidity of a dancer, a question in her eyes, her previously tense shoulders relaxing. “What about?”“Maybe we can get something to eat while we talk? Are you hungry?”I don’t know why I blurted that out. Or why I invited her to eat something with me. Other than the fact that we’d just spent several hours working off any calories we’d already consumed that day. I could tell her the information I found the next time we train. Or I could just tell her now, without having to spend a drive into town and a meal with her.I was content to watch her leave, was fine with seeing her again later this week so I didn’t have to fight the pull to her, fight my wolf. I’d been doing great, keeping my distance and not letting her affect me until my wolf pushed me to pet her wolf after she shifted.I’d meant what I’d said. Her wolf is beautiful. Peti
REID POVI inhale so fast I swallow my tongue and choke on my own saliva. My hands white knuckle the steering wheel, and my eyes water as I struggle to breathe and clear my throat from the spit that doesn’t belong there.Because the first thought that entered my mind after she said that was what it would be like to do that with her. To her. How would she taste? What sounds would she make? How would her face look as I brought her right to the edge and then pulled away, over and over again, until she begged me to let her finish? Would she writhe and roll her hips against my face, seeking more friction, forcing me to hold her in place so I could pleasure her the way I want, or would she be a good girl and hold still until I told her she could come?She stares at me from the passenger seat, her eyes twinkling with mischief, her hand in front of her mouth to cover her smile as she waits for my answer. My dick hardens again, and thank the goddess I am sitting down and can hide it easier tha
REID POVOur drive back to Crescent Lake is uneventful. We chat the entire time, but it is mindless, mostly questions about mundane things like movies, food, and music. But I am not really paying much attention to the conversation.Instead, I am focused on her, on her presence and her scent, on how it fills up my car. I find myself glancing at her as she talks, watching her as she stares out the passenger window and watches the trees as we pass by them. I am thinking of how that sweet peony, strawberry, and peach aroma will linger in my car for days, and the conflicted emotions that thought elicits in my heart, soul, and brain.My heart beats for her. Every drum of the organ pumping blood through my body since the moment I realized she was mine has been for her. Not because I want it to be, but because that is what the mate bond does. Turns wolves into saps.And my soul — my soul longs for her. Both the wolf part and the human part.But my brain? My brain is the only part of me that is
REID POV TWO MONTHS LATER — SEPTEMBER 30th Today is a perfect day. The sun is shining, its rays warming the grounds and the lake and the garden. There is a light breeze winding and swirling its way around the forest and through the flora, carrying the scent of pine, water, flowers, and sunshine with it. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is the perfect temperature — neither too hot nor too cold. I woke up with my girl in my arms, and my other girl singing us the song of her people at the top of her little lungs, letting us know she was ready to start her day. I spent the day carrying Savvy around against my chest in her baby wrap while Taryn rested and had a spa day with Haven, Maya, and Blake. I soaked in all her gummy smiles and little coos and baby noises, only bringing her back to the house when Taryn needed to feed her. There is no broken, emotionally damaged hybrid after my mate and wreaking havoc on our lives — the crones made sure of that. Malachi extended an offe
TARYN POV SEVEN MONTHS LATER — JULY 21st After a grueling twenty-one hours of labor, our Sour Patch was born at home at 4:31 am on July 21st. Reid was the perfect partner and father through my entire pregnancy and birth. He brought me breakfast in bed in the mornings when I was too exhausted to get up, and he held my hair back for me on the rare occasion morning sickness hit me. He put together every piece of furniture in the nursery and the cradle that now sits in the sitting area of our room, and he held my hand and coached me through every contraction, rubbing my back and caressing my belly, sending me every ounce of love he has for me as I worked my ass off to deliver our pup. And now, he’s standing in front of the window, framed by the light from the early morning sun. He holds our sleeping daughter in his arms, his face ducked down close to hers as he tells her about Crescent Lake, and about the moon goddess, and about all the things he’s going to teach her as she grows up. I
REID POV As soon as we secure Merina to the chair in the cell, I turn around and leave, heading back the way we came in. King Malachi is questioning Merina, getting more details from her about her confession, and even with my distaste for torture, I’d love to watch her squirm, love to watch him get every piece of information out of her by whatever means necessary. She more than deserves it for what she did to my mate. But the ache in my soul pulls me out of the room and back towards the packhouse, back towards my distressed mate. Her pain is mine, growing stronger by the second, clawing up my insides, impossible to ignore. I shove the door to the building open and Taryn flings herself at me, heels in her hand, burying her face in my shoulder as she clings to my neck. Her tears soak my T-shirt, silent sobs wracking her body. My arms wrap around her on instinct and I turn to take her back inside, out of the cold and away from prying eyes. “I’m here,” I say, my lips right against her
TARYN POV I stare at myself in the full-length mirror of our walk-in closet, smoothing my hands over the knee length pencil skirt of my off-white outfit. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, fluttering and tickling my insides, and my hands tremble, but I exhale and close my eyes, putting up my mask for the event today. A low whistle sounds from behind me, and I peek out through my lashes to meet Reid’s stare in the mirror, his blue eyes scanning over my dress and lingering on how it hugs the curves of my ass, thighs, and breasts. Heat and longing rise within me, and I turn to face him just as he reaches me. He tugs on the peplum ruffle of my top, pulling me flush against him and lowering his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “You look delectable,” he says. I laugh against his mouth. “Thanks.” “But what if you need to fight?” he asks, his hands skimming my hips and thighs. “This skirt hugs you in all the right places, but there is no way you can move properly should things end in a scuffle
REID POV We sit around Dominic’s bed, Taryn in my lap on one side, and Maya and her mother on the opposite. King Malachi, Dr. Russo, and Wes all stand near the end of the bed, on standby, should things get hairy. Tensions are high and heart rates quickened, but none are faster than mine. The only thing keeping my heart from racing out of my chest is my mate in my lap and in my arms. Her calm demeanor in turn calms me, grounds me. For the most part. Neither my wolf nor I are comfortable entering this… astral plane or whatever Renée called it — but I’m more uncomfortable with my mate going in there without me, so I’ll do what I have to if it means I know she’s safe. I squeeze her and she rubs my forearms, her hands warm and soft against my skin. The protective bracelet on her wrist jingles and clinks against mine, and she looks over her shoulder at me, a soft smile gracing her beautiful face. Renée places the black tourmaline charm necklace around Dominic’s neck, and I stare at it,
TARYN POV Large hands roam my body, one skating over my ribs and up to my chest and the other traveling down, caressing the tops of my thighs. Warmth spreads through me from where Reid’s hands touch, snaking through my veins like tendrils of smoky incense, sensual and soothing, and just as intoxicating. His hand comes back to my hip, and he presses a little kiss to my mark, his thumb stroking in circles on my abdomen. I whimper and sigh and push back against him, closing the already nonexistent distance between our two bodies. My ass rubs against his groin, and his hard as a rock dick twitches, a groan falling from his lips as he pinches my nipple and slides his hand down between my legs. “Maya said we needed to sleep,” I say, even as I tilt my hips up, seeking his expert touch. “Maya isn’t part of our mate bond,” Reid says, brushing his fingers over my entrance. “And we did sleep. All night. And now I want to have my way with you.” His digit slips between my lower lips, not enter
REID POV “What the fuck just happened?” I ask, holding Taryn against my body. She trembles and her skin is colder than ice, her teeth chattering and her eyes squeezed shut. She presses herself closer to me, her hands gripping my sweatshirt, her face burying into the fabric as she takes in deep breaths. I keep one arm around her waist and cup her cheek with the other, my eyes scanning her face, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, worry and fear rushing through me like a jolt of lightning in my veins. Her beautiful skin has a gray tinge to it, and her eyelids flutter in time with her shivering body. Her heart beats even faster than mine, and rapid breaths force her chest and shoulders up and down at an unnatural pace. I clutch the back of her head and hug her to my chest again, swaying side to side, hoping the calming movement will help settle her nerves. “I was hoping Taryn could tell us,” King Malachi says, letting go of Dominic and stepping away from the bed. “Not here, tho
TARYN POV Reid tugs me away from the bed and stands between Dominic and me, taking a protective stance, his claws out and his growl echoing through the hospital cell. “What the hell? I thought you said he would stay unconscious?!” Dr. Russo rushes to the IV stand, checking the drip line and preparing another dose of sedative from the cart nearby, his movements rushed but precise. “I underestimated how much of it would filter from his system as Taryn healed him. I can prepare another dose, but it will take some time and I’ll need to focus.” Dominic’s eyes bore into me, cold and unfeeling, harsher and more distant than I’ve ever seen them. Gone is the male I knew, the male who was a friend before he was ever anything more. The male I thought would still be my friend even after I told him I wouldn’t remain at his beck and call. Maybe he was never that male. Maybe it was all an act. I’d like to believe that’s not the case, but the proof is staring right back at me, his lip curled and h
REID POV I lower my lips to Taryn’s as my hand slides to the waistband of her leggings, her body quivering in anticipation. But I don’t kiss her. I just hover there, right above her mouth, my breath tickling her lips. Her throat bobs, her pretty neck still stretched and exposed, a feast for my eyes. Her complete submission to me in this moment awakens the primal instinct in me, the one I held back for too long after I met her. It prowls beneath my skin, demanding I claim her again and again, to make up for denying and fighting it. She shrieks as I rip her leggings from her body and toss the ruined garment aside, then reach for her boots to pull them from her feet. My claws slice down the middle of her sweater, and I push the halves aside to reveal her bare breasts, nipples already peaked and pointing straight to the ceiling atop her round tits. “Where’s your bra?” I growl, my eyes darkening. I don’t mind if she wants to free the titties, but the thought of another male seeing her