Chapter 237

LUCIAN

I looked away immediately but it was so damn hard to concentrate on anything else. It felt like there were invisible hands gripping my neck, turning me in her direction, compelling me to loose myself in her eyes.

My wolf didn't help either. He was giddy with excitement.

It was only the control I had honed over the years that kept me grounded. Never had time crawled by so slowly as it did that evening.

As I did my job, moving around, supervising the wolfing ritual, I wondered why I still felt so attached even after I had rejected her.

An hour later, the ritual was over. It was time for the closing remarks. Finally.

It didn't come with relief though. The pull towards Willa got worse.

It was like she was a live magnet, pulling me to her. It occurred to me then that the wolfing ritual actually enhanced mate bonds and desires.

Shit!

"You okay, Lucian?"

I turned to see Liam watching me with a worried expression in his eyes.

"You look a little pale," he continued.

"I'm fine," I said.

My voice came out sounding hushed and breathless. Liam's eyes widened some more. Now he didn't believe I was fine.

One or two others gave me curious looks but maybe that was my imagination.

My fingers were clenched into fists so tightly I didn't think I could unclasp them on my first try.

I could feel Willa's eyes from somewhere in the room boring holes into my skin. I felt my control slip some more.

The urge I felt to run up to Willa, to take her in my arms was so strong that for one horrified second I actually believed I had done it. A bead of sweat popped up on my brow.

Abruptly I pushed past the girl still addressing the first years. I moved in short jerky bursts like a robot.

Then I was out of the door, out the hall. The cool night air had never felt so sweet or refreshing. I turned my face up to the night sky, breathed deeply.

My relief, whatever there was, was short lived. I heard her coming after me.

I told myself it could be anyone. Maybe Liam coming to ask why I was acting like a crazy person. Just then a gust of wind brought her scent wafting up to me.

I stopped in my tracks, heard her get closer. I turned, opened my mouth to yell at her, to ask why the hell she kept coming after me like a whipped dog.

The words died in my throat. Under the silver moonlight, Willa looked achingly beautiful. Like a delicate creature from another dimension.

Her lips glistened with some kind of liquid. Lipgloss maybe. Or maybe she had been biting her lips again.

Something inside me gave way. I found myself moving to her while she stood watching me with a odd mix of fear and desire.

I ran the last few paces, grabbed her, had the presence of mind to pull her to the back of the building where we were less likely to be seen.

After that all rational thought went flying out the window. I mashed my lips against hers, kissed her like I had never kissed before. Like it was my first time. 

She made a sexy mewling sound in her throat that nearly drove me out of my goddamn mind. I pressed her against the wall, trapped her there with my body.

My hands, aching from being still for so long, travelled all over her body. My fingers twisted themselves into her hair, pulling her even closer.

I felt myself getting hard as iron. It pressed against her stomach. She cupped it with her tiny hands and I almost came from the contact.

That was how far gone I was. All the while her tongue kept exploring my mouth.

I didn't want her to stop. Hell! I couldn't stop.

I kissed her neck, her shoulder, paused to inhale her scent. I felt my fangs grow, nick the inside of my mouth. They touched her neck. I opened my mouth to bite.

"Lucian," she moaned and shivered.

The sound of my name was like a dash of cold water in my face. I took two stumbling steps backwards before she sleepily opened her eyes.

What in the name of the goddess had I just been about to do? Mark her?

"Lucian," she said again and reached for me.

Her hand touched only air. I drew myself up to my full height.

"This is your last warning," I growled. "Stop following me. Don't you have any shame? Give yourself some dignity and throwing yourself at me!"

She started to say something else. I didn't hang around to hear what. I spun on my heel and stalked off before I could loose it again.
Bound to Three: The Omega’s Redemption
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