I Hardly Needed Saving

Mate Bond Madness

We both turn as the door slams open.

There she is—Dasha.

"SETH, what the hell is she doing in your room?!"

"Dasha, we were just talking. And you need to get over what we had—because there is nothing left. Besides... she's sleeping in my room. I need to keep an eye on her—she's almost ready to transform."

"In your bed?! With YOU?! I can't get over us! I hate you, Seth! This slut can't have you—only me!"

"Yes, in my bed. And she's not a slut—unlike you. You had sex with a wolf from another pack while we were together. You're a disgrace, Dasha! NOW GET OUT!"

A growl rises from his chest. Dasha's face turns white. She backs out quickly and slams the door.

Seth drops to the bed, face in his hands.

I sit beside him and wrap my arms around him.

"Calm down, Seth. It's okay."

He breathes deeply, but just like that—a massive wave of WANT crashes over me. My heart pounds.

He looks at me. "I can hear your heart. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. It's just... my wolf. She's, um... never mind."

"No, tell me. Don't suppress her—it'll only make it worse. Mine's already torturing me."

"Yeah, I'm learning that." I clench my hands. "But I can't give her what she wants."

Wave intensifies.

Just one kiss, Lyla, Myra pleads. We need to know if he's our mate.

"OUR what?!"

Mate. He probably already knows—but I need to know. Please, Lyla. Just a kiss.

"Fine! But tone it down, okay?!"

Deal.

I exhale sharply. "She, uh... she wants me to kiss you."

Seth doesn't hesitate. He grabs my face, leans in slowly.

My heart's racing, hands gripping his shirt—one behind his head.

Just kiss me before I lose my mind.

Our lips crash—electricity explodes through my body.

Chills. Fire. Lust. Oh God—I want him so bad.

Suddenly, my back hits the bed, his body on top of mine.

Mate! Mate! Take him, Lyla! He's ours!

My hands tug at his shirt. His kisses trail down my neck.

"Oh God... Seth..."

His hands explore my body. Heat. Tension. Craving.

"Seth—stop."

Instantly, he pulls away—now across the room, breathing hard.

A stabbing pain hits my chest.

I start to cry.

"Myra, he's our mate. I know. But I'm not ready. We just met. It's wrong."

It's not wrong! He's ours forever! Deny it—but when you turn, it'll be worse!

I feel her rage simmering inside me.

Seth leans against the wall, fists in his pockets, eyes down. He's hurting too.

I walk to him, pull his hands from his pockets, and wrap his arms around me.

He rests his head on my shoulder, pulling me tight.