Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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Hot. Everything was hot.
My hands roamed over Cronan's body as we stumbled deeper into his room. His breath hitched as his body hit the foot of the bed and his eyes shifted back to my own. They were slightly glazed over, but I could still make out the plethora of emotions flickering around inside of them.
I pulled at his shirt, working to undo the buttons and he inhaled sharply. The sound sent a thrill through me, urging me to move faster. Each button that came undone revealed more of his skin until the shirt was completely unbuttoned. I took a moment to stare at him. This wasn't the first time I'd seen Cronan's body, but the sense of urgency was still there. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and ran my hand through his dark hair.
"What's wrong? Are you not going to speak? You're usually much more chatty," I said with feigned curiosity.
Cronan blinked a few times, breaking out of whatever trance he was in, and scowled. "Fuck off—"
My hand tightened in his hair as I pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck. His words came to a halt as I attacked his neck, making sure to leave hickeys just as I did the first time in his apartment.
"Damn it, Fen." he winced slightly, but there was no real animosity in his voice.
"Can you blame me? I haven't touched you since before you moved."
He rolled his eyes. "You're insufferable."
My lips brushed over the newly-formed hickeys and a ghost of a smile appeared on my face. "And yet, here you are."
He growled low in his throat, his hands tightening on my shoulders. "This doesn't mean anything," he said.
"Sure," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Keep telling yourself that."
I didn't give him the chance to respond. I pushed him on the bed which momentarily made his eyes widen, but he didn't fight it. Instead, his hands moved to my shirt and he yanked roughly on the fabric.
"Off," he commanded, but I didn't comply.
"Be patient."
His eyes narrowed and he tried to get back up, but I pushed him down once again.
