Moon Bound

Chapter 27- Two Scents are better than one (mature content 18+)

I spun around to face Codrin, he had my blood boiling, and for once it had nothing to do with the urges of the mate bond or the fact that he always gave off sex on a stick vibes.

Literally, I could feel his sexual prowess vibrating into me right this very moment, affecting me in ways —and places I didn't want to think about because I really needed to stay mad at him. My anger was more than justified after the shit he just pulled.

At my glare, he arched an arrogant brow and those gorgeous lips of his turned up into a cocky smirk. He crossed his arms and stared down his nose at me.

"You were saying?" —his brows lifted in feigned innocence— "Please...don't let me stop you." He gestured for me to continue. His haughty words were dangerously quiet and his voice—

Goddess, it was so...provocative.

To my shame, I outwardly shivered as it caressed my insides. My wolf flagged her tail.

Codrin's smirk turned into a knowing smile.

Damn him.

My hands balled into fists. Closing my eyes I tried to calm my angry breathing while mentally cursing my traitorous body and licentious wolf for feeding his already inflated ego.

Codrin snickered.

My eyes flew open, I could feel my indignation burning in them —and also a tiny bit of lust...if I'm being honest.

Ignoring the scorching heat his presence elicited in me, I smiled sweetly.

Then raised my palm and swung at his face, intending to slap that smug look off of it once and for all. I really shouldn't have done it...but I couldn't stop myself.

His reflexes were faster than mine.

"What the hell, Willa!" He snarled, snatching my hand out of the air before I could make contact.

Behind him, I saw Grigore's eyes dance with mirth and his lips twitch ever so slightly.

Codrin's eyes flashed red and a dangerous expression transformed his features. Any trace of amusement was gone.

I swallowed...crap.

I'd pissed him off.

I could sense his anger...and something else, I wasn't quite sure what. Whatever it was, it was coming off him in waves. The mate bond was flaring painfully and my body was heating uncomfortably.

I squeezed my thighs together mentally begging my body not to betray me —it didn't listen.

Codrin's nostrils flared.

His grip on my wrist tightened and the look in his eyes was suddenly very—

ravenous.

"I can scent your arousal little wolf." He ground out.

My cheeks flamed making my ears burn with humiliation, I tried to look anywhere but at him —or Grigore, who was suddenly very preoccupied with a spot on the ceiling.

Codrin started to pull me towards him but stopped abruptly seeming to think better of it. His eyes slid discreetly to the side, something in his periphery catching his attention.

It's far too easy when I'm around him to forget we aren't the only ones in the room.

Gaining enough sense to remember we were standing in a crowded hallway —with an audience, I glanced around nervously for the source of Codrin's unease. Most of the remaining crowd was huddled in small groups talking quietly amongst themselves, caught up in their own conversations or too unnerved by all that we had just witnessed to pay us any mind, but that's when I saw him —Rafael. He was standing about twenty feet down the wide passage, his beady black eyes narrowed shrewdly as he observed our exchange.