"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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The rest of that day flew by peacefully, without any forceful, dominant men making me do scary things. Though I had to keep fleeing from Mariah who was set on a rematch. And I wasn't really feeling that, crazy as it sounded.
Kye was huddled up in his office for the whole day, grown men and women strolling in and out of there, not leaving me any room to barge in and kiss him again. I've been wanting nothing more than that. It even left my head hurting like a bitch for the entire evening, as he wasn't present.
I'd been completely convinced he'd changed. Like I'd changed. That this mate-bond has had some magic effect on the hate we bore for each other, turning it into something much, much sweeter. And I didn't even mind.
Sure, I was still skeptical, and if he'd turn a hundred-and-eighty degrees on me, I wouldn't be surprised. He'd always been diabolical.
It was just that I, I don't know. I just felt safe around him. I shouldn't, I knew that. He was such a big man, muscles rippling under his shirt, being able to turn into a massive murder-machine at any second- but that only made me feel protected.
I'd visited mom and the nurse in the afternoon, having dinner with the two of them, and I noticed the forced walks in the park were already doing her better. There was finally some color showing on her prominent cheekbones.
Her habit of either rolling up on the couch or peeping at passersby through the blinds remained unchanged, but she did eat with us on the kitchen table now. It made me unbelievably happy to see her like this.
As I wandered back to the pack house through the dark woods, I felt Jason's presence constantly near me. I knew now that Kye'd asked him to keep an eye on me. But, even though I saw Elle in wolf-form today, I couldn't bring myself to dare and call out to him, to walk together.
Maybe another time, I thought.
It was late, and I was tired, and I hoped Kye would be in bed already, so I could snugly join him and fall asleep against his warm body, idiotic as it sounded. I no longer had myself under control, alright?
But as soon as I carefully opened the back door, I found nothing but a dark, cold room and an empty bed. That guy was too busy.
I kicked out my sneakers, dragged down my pants and threw my shirt in the laundry basket I brought from home. Changing into sexier lingerie, I stared at Kye's closet. Alright, I was being weird. I was not being myself.
Ashley, stop it, my rational self ordered silently, as my feet wandered towards the closet and pulled out a white shirt.
Ashley!
My body completely ignoring my mind, I dragged the shirt over my head and let it drape over my figure. This man was so broad, that the shoulders of the shirt were at my elbows.
