air, as much as his scent electrified her body. She was watchful, on guard. She felt as if something big was coming, but she knew it was already there in the form of the male next to her.
His deep sexy voice took her out of her thoughts. “We make sure bad little she-wolf’s aren’t trying to take over the world.” Something in his tone made her ache, low where she was already so wet. His teasing grin tilted his firm sexy lips, and all she wanted to do was take a nip.
“You have my sisters.” She nearly growled the words, a reminder for herself as well as him that this was serious.
“I know you’re keeping tabs on them. They’re safe.”
She wanted to close her eyes to the wicked glint in his eyes; it was even more tantalizing. He was the most beautiful male she’d ever seen, and it was distracting.
The desire to touch him was strong, but manageable when she fisted her hands and felt the bite of her nails against her palms. He may look casual, but she wasn’t ignorant to his flared nostrils and the clenching of his own fists at his sides. He was fighting it as much as she was. He could have touched her at any time, yet hadn’t. She tilted her head as she studied him. Even after attacking them, he and the other males hadn’t taken retribution, though they easily could have. It could have been an excuse to do what he said he wouldn’t.
If, in fact, she was his mate , one that was as rare as he’d said, and that a simple brush of his skin against hers would set off a frenzy of wild sex, why refrain? Why not just take what he wanted, what he was capable of doing whether she acquiesced or not? His restraint confused her. Why was he giving her a choice? To soften her for some reason, maybe toy with her? Gain her trust? That was not something she would give easily. Or was it a game, the excitement of the chase? That could easily be it. She didn’t believe for a second that he wanted her to demand he put his hands on her, a male so strong wouldn’t be happy with anything less than begging. She frowned.
What didn’t match that particular theory were his actions in her room. He’d used his power to give her relief when holding out could have potentially served him better. She hated to think she would have begged any male for an orgasm, but she’d never been so completely out of control, so consumed; she might have.
That climax seemed far in the distance as the need built again. Even with the cool rain on her skin, she found it difficult not to draw closer, her body and her beast craved more. Desired more than a sample, but she wasn’t stupid enough to allow that. No matter how much her body itched to have him fill her, it wasn’t going to happen. She blew out a breath. She’d never experienced or even cared about penetration before. Her body had been more than happy with her shower nozzle, but now all she could think about was what it would feel like having him inside her. She shook it off.
“How much do you know of the other Realms?” he asked her.
She thought for a second. “That there are four.”
He studied her for a second before answering, “Heaven, Hell, Earth and Tetartos, the Realm of Immortals and beasts.” The low rumble of his voice slid over every nerve ending again. That, mixed with his earthy masculine scent, triggered more heat to roll over her body. Was this what the humans experienced, the sensations that made them stop and kiss on the sidewalk or rub all over each other in bars or in their beds? She’d spent years watching them, not truly understanding their attractions, never having felt it with another being. What she was feeling didn’t match what she’d seen.
She needed to focus. “Immortals live in Tetartos? We were told it housed beasts only.” How many Immortals were there?
Another deep breath brought more of his scent. Her needs were escalating, and images of human porn sifted through her mind. She enjoyed watching it to get her off, but she’d never had a human
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