Chapter 39

Leila POV

“You don’t have any shoes on,” I comment absentmindedly, but what really catches my attention is the thick bulge in the front of his black combats. I can feel his hard length where our bodies press together. The rustic one-roomed cabin I’m holed up in, which up to now had seemed quaint and cosy, suddenly feels tiny. He fills the house with his alpha aura. He’s all I can focus on and I’m hyper-aware of every slight movement, every detail of him. That, and the bed that's shoved in the corner of the room but seems to call out to me.

“I kind of left in a hurry,” he mutters. I can feel the heat radiating from his powerful body, and his masculine scent floods my senses. It swirls around in my mind and makes me feel out of control. Like an addict who’d do anything for their next hit.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask, the need for my mate pulsing through my veins. He has to be able to smell it. My body has been crying out for him since the second I opened the door.

He tilts his head s