The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

26. My Own Personal Psycho

Sethan:

I sat on the cold floor as Kaitlin collected what looked like moss from the rocks in the cave she'd lured me into. I sensed she was working some type of magic judging by the soft murmurs that occasionally left her lips. It was so low and from the sounds of it, not a language I knew. 

Fuck.

I'd never hesitated in asking a woman out on a date like this before.

My gut already knew she'd say no. 

I sulked as she filled another jar and brought my eyes over her body once more. I'd never thought I'd be lusting over a woman wearing green cargo pants with way too many pockets in them. They were chunky and hid most of the curves I knew she had under. I'd felt them that day I'd pulled her to safety from that troll and some when we'd kissed in front of her shop. 

I'd been busying myself with brainstorming possibilities of what the moss could do when she squatted low. I shouldn't have needed to stir. It's not like she bent over. What the hell is wrong with me? I tried to remain focused on the entrance of the cave in case anybody would pay us a surprise visit when she moved towards the left. With a slight bend to her back, she started on a new area. Her shirt wasn't low cut but I could spot the soft area just above where the dip between her chest was hidden. My imagination wasn't helping. My experience wasn't either. This shouldn't be this tempting. It shouldn't. Maybe if I was horned up hitting puberty like a pup.

Kaitlin lifted her arms in a short stretch and up went the hem of her shirt. 

It was only for a moment but my eyes had narrowed in on the smooth looking skin on her waist leaving me feeling like a total pervert. 

I remembered how soft and inviting her skin had felt when I had lifted her shirt to check for internal bleeding. I'd been clinging to that and a few other innocent moments for the past two weeks. 

And that kiss,

Did she really want to continue to pretend that never happened?

Was she doing this on purpose?

Kaitlin bent a bit forward and her ponytail fell forward on her chest, blocking my view. I growled as she proceeded to scrape. I remembered the feel of her hair between my fingers and groaned as she squatted to lift more from the rocks below. Her pace grew quicker and I wondered if it was because of me watching, waiting. 

Those blue eyes were haunting my dreams. 

I had stayed away to examine what was me and what was the wolf but I'd already set those two apart when she'd seized on my floor. The two weeks mostly served as a way to give my pack some time to cool down and come to grips with the fact that I wasn't enthralled. Not in the way they thought I was. After what happened to the Emerald pack, they were right to question me. Not that I liked it. I understood it and listened. I even sorted through extra paperwork to spend today with Kaitlin. The pups who'd attack her were still doing hard labor, and aside from one who seemed to enjoy it too much, it was working. They were hating me more than her and that I could work with, easy.

I wished Kaitlin was done already for what felt like the hundredth time. 

I wanted her to look at me. 

I'd tried to offer to help her collect that gunk but she had shoo'd me away. When I'd found a spot and sat, she glowered and since then was still pretending I wasn't there. 

Fine. 

I'll just say it now. 

I'd thought about how best to shoo myself into her life for too long.