The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

25. Let's Make a Bet

Kaitlin:

"How long are you going to watch me for? Whatever it is, get it off your chest." I grumbled because I could take it anymore. The idiot was staring at me way too hard. He was worse than his wolves which really shouldn't be the case considering he was Alpha. 

I exhaled as I stared deep into the trees. 

With a careful gait to his steps, Sethan came out of the forest and per usual he held my gaze as his golden eyes drew me in. His fur was a pure black that simmered under the sun and beckoned me with the desire to set out to run my fingers through his coat. The size of his snout, paws and thickness of his muscles as he advanced, snapped me out of it. 

My sword had materialized in my hand before I could consciously will it forward, "Aren't you a furry little thing." I held my sword out.

Low growls vibrated from the wolf's gut as he didn't pause, eyes firmly glued to mine like the added threat of my sword didn't register. His growl didn't sound aggressive but I scolded him anyways, "If you keep growling at me like that I'm flicking your nose." 

I adjusted my stance so that I could reach him when he grew a bit closer. The trick was not to get too close. Wolves were fast and although I doubted he'd come to hurt me, a part of me wondered how quick. What on earth was I thinking? I'd seen him gnaw off Elizabeth's head right off when I was trying to trick Cupid again. I so did not want a sparing match with those gigantic sharp teeth. Sethan was among the largest of wolves I'd ever seen. 

He showed me his sharp pearly whites as if he knew what I'd been thinking. I held position, trying not give away anything on my face and five seconds later, he stood human in front of me wearing grey joggers and a black t-shirt. The chain around his neck that held his dog tags was different, roped instead of loops. He'd upgraded or traded the trinket he had to be able to shift to both a top and joggers. Given the wolves's nature, his change in regard for modesty surprised me. 

Sethan continued walking to just shy six feet from me likely due to the sword. I praised my instinct of bringing it out. Two weeks ago, I'd woken up to his fingers in my hair and my head resting on his thighs that shouldn't have been that thick. His stare touched me in places it shouldn't. What saved me from the insanity of pulling him down by his neck was the aching pain that radiated from my side. 

No man should be that pretty and built for battle. 

It just wasn't fair. 

Why was he here? 

I thought we were done. 

My eyes caught sight of his lips parting slightly and I was back in the moment in time when he'd kissed me, taunt body pressed along mine. I'd buried that memory somewhere but that stupid vacation I'd asked for in exchange for my victory in the Fight Club kept allowing for it to surface. I didn't have much to do and as much as I could try to travel, I didn't want to leave Javier unguarded or risk running into my brother. Trying not to recall any of my shared memories with Sethan, was literally what my vacation was consisting of. That and denial that those light fingers in my hair could've been more than him trying to get twigs out of my hair, or whatever he'd been doing. 

His slightly throaty voice didn't help, "What are those?" he pointed at one of the plants I had collected and left abandoned on the ground to be wrapped. 

I did not squeeze my thighs together. Did not. 

I graced Sethan's poker face with one of my professional smiles. It was the same one I'd given Jared when he apologized for the millionth time for growling me down in front of Sethan's house the night Gabriel died. I had already accepted his first aplogy on the condition he worked harder at co-existing with his wolf when in wolf form.