Chapter 4

Sienna

I don’t trust that Korrin is going to stay in his lane. Bastard will probably leave the living room at some point. Should I lock the door to my room?

That seems like a good idea—…no, wait. What if I fall out of bed or something and need his help? Knowing my clumsy ass, I might actually do something like that. For my own safety, the door should stay unlocked. 

Better just hope Korrin doesn’t just suddenly turn on me. 

Sighing to myself, I take off my clothes and kick them to the side of the bed. I can’t wait to just get under the covers, hug my pillow, and let rest find me. I’m fucking exhausted. Breaking up with Felix took its toll on me today. Especially since I know he is going to come knocking on my door the second he wants sex. 

But it isn’t just thinking about Felix that is making me tired. I still can’t believe I ran over a zareth in the rain, one that is now sleeping on my couch in my living room. What’s worse is that I don’t know if taking him inside my home is safe. We are mates, sure, but he isn’t a werewolf or even human. Korrin’s mind doesn’t work like mine. He is different, and that realization is frightening. 

What if he decides to choke me in my sleep so he can break the invisible tether to me that is the mate bond? He easily could. His hands are so large that they can engulf mine entirely—snapping my neck would take a second. 

Ice-cold fear runs down my spine. 

Korrin wouldn’t hurt me…right?

I try to shove that thought to the side and fall asleep, but the mate bond doesn’t have the same idea. 

The second I close my eyes, my skin burns as if there is an animal inside me that wants to be let outside its cage. Probably because there is. My inner wolf behaved like a good girl earlier, but now she is whining. 

I hug the pillow, hoping my wolf will calm down. 

She doesn’t. 

‘Mate. He is our mate,’ I hear her say inside my head. Inner wolves can make their voices heard telepathically, and mine is furious. I see her green eyes inside my mind, her white teeth when she growls, ‘Mine. Mine! MINE! We need to make him OURS!’

I wake up with a gasp, panting in the dark. My wolf is quiet inside my head, but my body is still burning up from the inside. 

I need water!

I get up from bed, put on an oversized t-shirt, and leave my bedroom. There is a sheen coming from the living room that catches my attention. 

Is Korrin watching TV?

I tiptoe closer, peeking inside the living room until I see Korrin. 

Eeep!

He is naked!

Korrin is sitting on my couch without the loincloth. His hair is wrapped in a towel and I realize he must have figured out how to use my bathroom. I never forbade him from using it, and now he is sitting on the couch on top of a blanket. There’s nothing but acres and acres of taut blue skin over muscles. There is also a large muscular tail with a black tuft lashing from side to side while he is drying his hand. 

But that is not the place where I look. 

My eyes are between Korrin’s legs and I can’t peel my eyes off of him. I’m behaving like I’ve never seen dick before. My heart is racing. Pulse hammering. Korrin is drying his muscular arms next and I gulp while staring. He is packing some serious heat. I should have known. Zareths are huge. Korrin must be over seven feet tall, maybe closing in on eight and the cock between his legs is impressive. The thickest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s magnificently broad, his balls heavy underneath the length of him that rests against his thigh. Looking at it makes me ache deep in my belly, and my inner wolf whines. Korrin must be reacting to the mate bond, too, because he looks up and our gazes meet.

I freeze, suddenly vulnerable since I’m standing in the door opening and checking him out like a freaking stalker. I said I wouldn’t mate with him, yet here I am with my mind at war with the need to touch him. My hands are itching. My wolf is clawing at my brain and the mere idea of feeling his blue skin under my fingertips is maddening. 

And now, since he is looking at me, I have to say something. 

I gulp. “Uh… so I take it you’re enjoying my N*****x subscription?”

Korrin doesn’t even blink, just nods with mild fascination. “I am. The box shows many kinds of fighting. No blood, though. Strange.”

I don’t know what else there is to say. My big blue mate keeps looking at me, completely naked, completely unconcerned.

Eventually, he asks, “Why are you awake?”

I suck in a deep breath. “Th-thirsty.”

Korrin immediately stands, massive and entirely oblivious to his effect on me. His people probably are used to wandering around naked. Werewolves are, too. I’ve seen a lot of naked people in my veins, but none of them were so…large. 

Compelling. 

Hot. 

Perfect. 

Korrin places a hand on my shoulder. “You should sit. Your cheeks are red and you are very hot. I will bring fluids.”

Since my brain isn’t working anymore, I just nod and Korrin smiles before lifting his hand and striding toward the kitchen. He isn’t wearing a towel. His tail is lashing. My brain is running exactly on one brain cell since the other ones are fried. 

There is a large, naked man inside my house with abs for days and plenty of dick to go around and I’m desperately trying not to touch him. It isn’t…going well. My wolf is practically howling inside my brain and I facepalm. 

I have to go and buy some clothes for Korrin, or I’m going to die in this house!

…or furiously masturbate. 

Which isn’t a good option either. 

Seriously, this is so humiliating. I said I would fight the mate bond. But this is hard. No one said he was going to look like the main characters in my monster smut books!