Little Red

Chapter 17

Demitri's POV

I smirk at Victoria as I pull my shirt back on.

She flashes me the smile that I know she gives to all the boys, even my best friend. I've never cared though, she doesn't mean anything to me.

"That was great." She purrs, her eyes heavy as they rake over my torso. "Round two later?"

While sex with her definitely took the edge off, it doesn't feel the same. Usually, I can lose myself when I'm with her. But now it just feels....off. Lately, I feel disgusted by her touch, her mouth, her skin. No doubt it has to do with that fucking mate bond.

"Mitri?" She calls, reminding me of our conversation. I shudder involuntarily at the nickname.

She mistakes this as me reacting to her voice, and smirks.

"I told you not to call me that." I remind her, giving her my back as I hunt for my shirt.

"You know you love it." She insists, coming up behind me to press herself against me. Her arms around my waist, stroking my lower abdomen suggestively.

One week ago, I would have given in. I would have hauled her back onto my desk and fucked her until we both came apart. Again. And again. But now, I want nothing more than to throw her out.

"I do not." I snap, no longer wanting to be near her. Sensing my change of mood, she backs away and frowns.

"Awwww don't be mad, Demitri." She says with an innocence I know she doesn't possess.

I remove her arms from around me harshly and make my way to her bedroom door without a backwards glance.

"I expect you to be gone by the time I get back." I warn, slamming the thick door behind me.

"You'll be back!" She yells, the sound carrying after me down the dark hallway. "You always come back!"

I don't know who I'm more angry at: myself for going back to her, or her for being right.

..........

"Demitri." A heavenly voice calls.

"Yes?" I cry breathlessly, searching the misty haze for her bright green eyes.

I spot her head of dark hair in my peripheral and rush her direction. I engulf her in my arms, a hug that she returns, making my heart soar.

"I need you." She whispers, her warm breath caressing my neck. A shiver splits down my spine.

"I'm right here." I breathe out, pulling her tighter against me. Now that I've got her, I won't let go. Not now. Not ever.

"Come to me, I need you." She says, pulling back. She retreats, disappearing into the fog once more.

"What? Where are you going?" I ask in a panic as inch by inch, the angel fades away.

"Come to me..." She repeats lowly, her voice echoing in my mind.

I shoot up in bed, slick with sweat and hard as a rock.

My wolf is pacing in my mind, whining.

Something isn't right.

The bedroom is still dark, slants of moonlight visible around the heavy curtains. It's my first night back in my room for weeks now, so it takes a moment to remember where I am.

Her breathy voice is like a caress against my ear, and my skin buzzes where she touched me in the dream. Blood rushes straight to my cock as I think about the way her lips moved against my neck.