MINE.

Chapter 8: Pheromone Drunk

-Luca-

What in the entire fucking hell is happening?!

This echoes in my mind as I shove donut after donut down my gullet.

Fuck, I can't stop eating. If I do I will definitely freak the fuck out. Before too long I look down and there's only two donuts and one croissant left.

"Jeez, who the hell ate all our donuts?"

"You." A very deep voice replies and I almost flinch completely out of my hide.

My hand covers my heart defensively as I look up at the big body that takes over the entire entry way of the bus stop.

"Dear god! How the hell did your big ass body manage to sneak up on me?!" I snap without thinking.

"Wow, is that any way to speak to your mate?"

"Mate? Leif maybe entertaining all this but I won't. I don't know you and I already like someone. Go mate and mount someone else." I snap.

Immediately, his entire demeanor changes. His eyebrows straighten as they almost connect into a vicious scowl.

"Who?" He asks in a tone that sends a cold chill down my spine.

I whimper as I scoot back in the metal seat to get far away.

It doesn't seem to faze him as he ducks his head inside and slow stalks toward me.

I pull my legs up toward my chest and force my back into the corner while his body and presence fills ever empty space inside the small dwelling until there is no space between us. Then he lowers himself to crouch beside me.

It's quiet. Too quiet and minutes drag on as he stares at me without blinking. I don't dare breathe, I don't dare break my gaze from the pools of inky brown darkness of his eyes.

"For his sake I hope you're kidding." He says in a tone I can only describe as a thinly veiled smoldering rage dressed as calm. An almost boiling stoicism that is frightening.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means if you don't want me to rip his throat out and tear him limb from limb you will unlike him starting today." He says very similarly to the way Hannibal spoke to Clarice about his crimes.

"Are you a psychopath?" I ask.
My eyes are so dry but I'm terrified to blink.

"A beast actually." He says gravely and my body breaks out in goosebumps as my thingy tingles between my legs.

Is that normal?
Is there such a thing as a fear boner?

"You aren't the boss of me." I mutter unconvincingly.

His demeanor relaxes before he sighs heavily. To my absolute dismay he reaches toward me and I flinch from him. He ignores my obvious terror and takes possession of my hand.

He guides it towards his mouth as he brushes soft kisses against my knuckles and fingers.

"You are the most beautiful and precious entity in my entire world." He whispers as his warm breath teases the skin at the back of my hand making my weenie tingle and throb.

His gaze flickers up to meet mine and I nearly gasp from his intensity.

"That being said, I would never hurt you. The same does not go for any man or woman who be foolish enough to covet what belongs only to me. So heed my words, if there is such a foolish being to place themselves between us they are not long for this world."