Moon Bound

Chapter 32- Scents of Possession (Mature Content Advisory 18+)

I stared at Codrin in disbelief. Exactly how naive did he think I was. Slipping out of his grasp, I crossed my arms over my chest.

His brows furrowed at my retreat.

"You're really going to tell me you've never had a relationship with another woman. In all your... hundreds of years," I realized then, I wasn't sure exactly how old he was. "I may be naive, but I'm certainly not stupid."

His eyes narrowed on me and he spoke slowly like he was addressing an insolent child, "I don't think you're stupid, and yes I am going to tell you that, because I haven't been in a courtship since I was a boy."

The horrid encounter with Rafael was nearly forgotten as bitterness began to burn like acid through my veins.

"I see. So just centuries and centuries of casual fucks then."

Codrin's face went stony.

"Willa...," he said my name like a warning.

I glared at him.

He made an irritated sound in the back of his throat, "Your age is betraying you."

My head snapped back at his words, my face indignant. I hated that he was right. I had no idea what it was like to be so long lived. It was wrong for me to judge him, but I couldn't get a grip on my sudden jealousy.

"You wouldn't consider Selene a relationship? You forget Codrin, I have seen you two together!"

His expression darkened, "Selene is a friend, Willa. A very old friend --and yes I would call a friendship a relationship, but not in the way you are implying."

"So you've never screwed her then?"I already knew the answer, but if he lied to me... I swear. I  wasn't sure what I would do, exactly ...but it would be something, dammit.

Please don't lie to me.

Codrin's demeanor shifted, he looked suddenly uncomfortable.

"We've... been lovers in the past, yes. When it suited our mutual needs," he admitted.

I could tell he was trying to choose his next words carefully.

"It was an arrangement of convince...not affection."

What is friendship if not a form of affection?

I set my jaw and stuck my chin out, refusing to get teary-eyed at his admission. I'd known the truth, but hearing it come from his lips was still a gut-punch. At least he hadn't lied, there was something to be said for that.

The hormones of the heat cycle were overriding my sense, making me irrational and the urges of the mate bond were not only demanding my physical needs be met, but my emotional needs as well. It seemed the more I gave myself over to him, the more I needed. The fates were propelling us toward the inevitable, and they weren't fighting fair. We were in an impossible situation. Under normal circumstances, I would be marked and mated. There would be no room for questioning his commitment or desire. The way things currently stood...he was free to do whatever he wanted, including Selene.

My wolf was practically feral inside me. I entertained thoughts of ripping Selene's beautiful face to shreds. I decided right then, I hated her. He was mine —my mate, and she had sank her- her- bitchy teeth into him.

No...actually, he had probably sank his into her.

My eyes flared with a fury I didn't even know I was capable of, my wolf was rabid at the thought. I don't know why the idea of his teeth in her pissed me off so much, but it did. My chest was rising and falling with angry breaths, I sneered at him.