The Chef's Sick Mate (Book 17 of the Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 20

Gina was leaning against her car, and had watched him get out of his truck. She straightened up and turned to him, a sad look on her face. "I came to apologize, Lincoln."

Apologize? Her? She never apologized about anything. He stepped closer to her, stopping a few feet away, and crossed his arms over his chest. She still smelled good. Not like his mate, but he'd come to love here scent. And the taste of her. "Why?"

"Because I feel horrible about what I did," she replied quietly, licking her lips and drawing his gaze to them. "We had it good together, Linc, and I ruined it. I'm truly sorry about that."

His eyes flickered as he studied her. He was actually surprised she wasn't offering up excuses. She was just apologizing. The look on her face was full of regret. He wondered if she truly meant it. "I appreciate that."

"I also came to ask if we could try to fix things between us. I really do love you, Lincoln," she said quietly, her eyes hopeful as she approached him.

He wanted to scoff at that. If she loved him, why had she cheated on him? Why had she given herself to another man? Allowed him to see her naked? Allowed him to touch her and to have his cock buried deep inside of her? Linc had given her everything she wanted. He'd thought he was fulfilling all of her sexual needs, but apparently not. "You have a funny way of showing that, Gina." It came out harsh, but he didn't care.

"I said I'm sorry," she pouted, which only succeeded in irritating him.

"Yes, but at the same time, you let another man touch you. I told you early on in our relationship, I don't share. I meant that, Gina, but you didn't take my words to heart. I can't trust you," he told her. Gina had asked him early on about an open relationship, and he'd told her straight out no, he wasn't into sharing. She'd looked almost relieved when he hadn't agreed to it. But he didn't want to share. Even a woman he wasn't in a relationship with, one he was having a one night stand with, he didn't want to share. He knew the others did or had. Dylan and Damien especially had done it, but he didn't like to. He wanted the woman he was with to be completely focused on him, not someone else.

Though he might have gone for two women at the sane time. Maybe. He pushed that thought out of his mind, focusing back on the woman in front of him.

She looked down at the ground with a soft sigh. "I see." She looked back up at him, meeting his gaze briefly before dropping hers submissively. She placed her hands behind her back, offering herself to him. She knew exactly what she was doing, he realized. "Will you at least fuck me one more time then, Sir?"

He'd be lying if he said that her use of the word Sir didn't make his cock twitch, which really annoyed him. But he had loved when she called him that. When she was so aroused, she'd do anything. She'd let him do anything to her. And he has to be the responsible one and not push her into doing something he knew she really didn't want to do.

Lincoln reached out and wrapped a hand around her neck, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. It was so tempting. She was tempting. The release was what he needed. To get his head on straight. To get his thoughts in order. To get him back on track.

Gina naked and on her knees, her perfect full lips wrapped around his dick while he fucked her mouth. Her on the bed on her hands and knees while he fucked her perfect pussy. While he felt it squeeze him tightly. Blood surged straight to his dick and he almost told her yes. Almost. But then he realized that she was manipulating him, and if he gave in once, she would come back for more.

It pissed him off, and cooled his libido. Being around her made him stupid. He wasn't getting his head on straight. He was being drawn into her deceitful web of lies. "No. You let some other man in your pussy. You won't have me again, Gina."

Disappointment flashed across her face, then she clenched her jaw, still keeping her eyes lowered submissively. "Can I at least give you a blow job then? Sir?"

She was relentless, and he sighed, ready to strangle her. Thoughts of having her kneel down right there in the driveway and choking on his dick crossed his mind, pissing him off even more. But he knew better. A blow job would lead to her begging him for sex again. She'd try for more. If he gave her an inch, she'd take a mile. He let go of her, and turned away from her, shutting her down. "Goodbye, Gina."

"Lincoln!"

"You lost your chance when you decided to cheat on me," he called back to her as he headed up to the front door of the house. He should have expected this, he supposed. He knew she could be relentless when she wanted something.

Gina huffed rather loudly and got in her car, then pulled out of the driveway, her tires screeching.

Linc rolled his eyes as he unlocked the door of the house and walked inside. That was probably one of the few things he didn't like about Gina. She could be immature at times, wanting her way. He walked into the house, annoyed that she had showed up here after he'd kicked her out. Why had he ever considered making her his Chosen? He was such an idiot for that.

Even his attraction to her wasn't the same. Maybe because he knew underneath it all how two-faced she was. How she was able to lie to him for months on end. He didn't believe her for one second when she said that she loved him.

He got almost everything out of the apartment before dinner, glad for the distraction. He needed it. His mind was such a mess over everything that had happened. He'd always used sex before as a distraction and now he couldn't. It was kind of lame, but when you had a woman who you could get it from almost anytime you wanted to, it was his go to. He enjoyed sex with her so much, and now it just left a bad taste in his mouth.

Werewolves by nature were sexual creatures, though typically more so with their mates than anyone else. It didn't help that he was almost forty and still hadn't found his mate. He just needed to be patient and focus on other things. It may be months or years before he found her. But from now until then, he'd keep himself celibate. It was better that way.

His thought drifted back to Aidan's mate, annoying him even more. He needed to just not think about women at all.

He threw the last box in the truck, then locked up and climbed inside his truck and headed home. Once he was back at the pack house, he loaded all of the boxes onto a cart that was there just for that purpose. He took it up to his apartment and unloaded them all into a spare room. Now he needed a shower.

He stepped inside his shower a few moments later, and took his time, letting himself relax some. He'd been so tense, and the shower was what he needed. Tomorrow, he'd hit the gym and work some tension out that way. It was the next best thing to sex and cooking. He also worked tomorrow evening and would have that distraction, which would be welcome. He desperately needed some sort of distraction.

Lincoln finished his shower and dried off, then dressed and glanced at the time. He was starving and dinner would be served in five minutes. He slipped on his shoes, then headed downstairs. He sort of wanted another look at Aidan's mate, idiot that he was. He really did need to avoid staring at her though. Even though there was no bond there and really no attraction, she still looked so much like his mate, it was unreal.