LOGINLeera POVThat seems to be the key to unlocking a little bit of my mate's control, because once he has a hold of the flimsy material separating us, he says, “I’ll buy you all the pretty little underthings your heart desires, but these are mine now.”With those words, the tip of his finger elongates into a claw. He flicks his wrist, cutting the lace from my body, and brings it to his face as he closes his eyes and inhales.“What are you doing?” I gasp, the embarrassment trying to weasel its way back in.“The scent of your need for me is…” His eyes open wide, and I can feel the heat radiating from them as they dart to meet mine. “It’s intoxicating,” he growls, tucking the stolen garment into his back pocket.I'm completely bare to him. No one has seen me naked for years. My parents stopped helping me bathe over a decade ago. I've always been modest. I thought I would feel more vulnerable than I do at this moment, but all I feel is cherished. How could I feel anything else with the look
Leera POVRoman. Roman. Roman. All I can think, or feel, or see right now is him.I'm lying on his bed staring up at him, panting with a need that I can't even explain. It literally feels like if he doesn't touch me… there, I might die.No one's ever touched me like I want him to touch me. I tried a few times, but it just never felt right. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was usually in a tiny apartment or tent with my parents. That would have been just weird.I can see the hungry look in his eyes, and still, I trust him.I can feel another wave of heat rolling over my body and can't help myself when I arch my back, whimpering and wriggling on the bed, and my mouth decides it also doesn't need my consent.“Please, Roman. Please touch me.”He growls and rolls his neck before taking his shirt off.I scramble back up to kneel next to him so I can touch him. I want to feel him, and, GOD, he feels so good.He snatches my hands gently and lays me back on the bed.“Let me make you
Roman POVI still can't believe she agreed to stay with me, even if it's just as a trial run. I thought it would take much more work. I had speeches planned. It's going to be incredible to get to know her at a new level. Not just on dates, through text messages, or in passing. I finally get to learn who Leera is all the time, and when she thinks no one is looking… because I’ll always be looking.I'm lost in my happy trail of thoughts when the scent of her arousal begins to drown me. It's heady and intoxicating, but it's not just that. I can sense her anxiety rising again.“Leera, honey, what's wrong?”Her cheeks turn pink. She tries to just smile and shake her head like she's fine.We're almost home now, just another minute. Her scent is so strong I have to roll the car window down to be able to drive and keep my wolf from ripping through my skin.How can this be? As I ask myself that question, my wolf begins to howl beneath my skin. How the fuck am I going to handle this?! This is th
Leera POVAs if I didn't draw enough attention to myself all on my own, walking through a crowded college building with a hockey god's arm draped around my shoulder was definitely the cherry on top.The guys are all sputtering in awe, and the chicks are divided between jealousy and thirst, if you catch my drift.I just focus on the tingles and warmth radiating from where he touches me as we move through the seas of people parting for us.For the first time today, I feel a genuine smile bloom on my face when I realize that Roman didn’t even seem to notice anyone else that was in the building. Sure, he does the dude nod thing to some of the young men praying for his attention, but when he sees the women who would happily take my place on his arm, he either leans over to kiss the side of my head or pulls me closer.No matter what happens, for once, I feel like it really will be okay. Life is different when you know you have a seven-hundred-something-year-old werewolf, hockey god for a ma
Roman POVI’m on my way to Professor Sinclair's office to talk to her about Leera's potential online class situation when I pick up Leera's honeysuckle and spun sugar scent going in the same direction. Except… shaking my head, I try to clear the negative thoughts; I'm just rattled from everything going on.But when I reach the door to her office, the instinct is overwhelming, and I have to calm my wolf snarling just under the surface.I knock on the door, hard enough to rattle it, and gather a little attention. Shit. I paste on my magazine smile with a small wave, and while I still have their attention, I no longer smell the fear that had started to permeate the air.The door opens only a crack, revealing that the professor and my mate are both in there, and I now know that my instincts were not wrong.“Well, hello, Roman. Leera and I were just discussing—”Allowing a little bit of my wolf through the surface for her to feel, I interrupt the professor.“I think you should ask me to c
Leera POVThis is definitely harder than I thought it would be. I'm only in my second class of the day, with two more to go, and I've already had fifty miniature heart attacks for no reason whatsoever. Every unexpected sound is making me jump. The guy behind me sneezed a minute ago, and I thought I was going to pee my pants. It also doesn't help that word spread like wildfire that I'd been kidnapped, and everyone has been pointing and whispering at me all day. It's kind of hard to blend in with the silver hair and all. I can't decide if the attention or the fear is worse, but they're both so suffocating.I guess sometimes, no matter how hard you want something, you also have to admit that you might not be able to do it, and it looks like I likely won’t be able to handle the normal college experience that I wanted so badly. At least not right now.Trying to focus on the rest of the lecture while also coming to terms with that realization is hard.Okay, so I might need to take classes







