CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
NADIA’S POV
His lips delicately brushed mine but then he grabbed a handful of my hair at the back of my head, his lips smashing hard against mine. Every inch of me could only register his lips, taking mine so ravenously, conquering me like he was control. My hormones were growing uncontrollable, messing up with my ovaries as my hands pushed up against his upper body, trying to grab on the hard outline of his chiseled abs. I was really going to blame this on the bourbon.

“I love the taste of bourbon on your mouth,” he whispered between the kiss, easily grabbing my ass cheeks with his other hand, squeezing lightly.

He let go of my hair, lifting me so effortlessly with my legs wrapped around his firm waist. It was just like that night at the bar in the washroom. The ferocity of his demanding kiss was better than I remembered it. If it had not been for that woman cuffed on his bed, I would never have realized Collins had carried me to his bedroom.

“I knew you were his new toy except I’m surprised he’d go for a brunette. His taste has always been blondes,” Collins had almost dropped me in surprise.

“Of course you are still here,” he grunted setting me down but all the alcohol effect was less intense now.

“What do you expect? You are the one that tied me up on this bed and left. Oh, wait, are we doing a threesome now?” she questioned, her tone becoming sly.

Collins walked over to the bed, yanking the cuffs off her then throwing her clothes to her and that made me curious. What exactly had been going on here? I angrily rub off my lips for no apparent reason, then stood straight, arms planted firmly on my hips.

“So who is she Collins? “I questioned, my gaze squarely planted on his face.

“Her? Just another skank. Don’t beat yourself about it Nadia,” He shrugged as though that did not matter.

“Don’t beat myself about it? She was naked and cuffed on your bed like you were about to get on some wolf kink with her,” I had no idea why I was even this angry about it. I mean, he was Collins and he did look and act like a playboy. Who fucks a stranger in a club washroom and doesn’t even flint about it?

A smile touched his bottom lips as he closed the inches of space between us, tipping my chin with his index finger. What was he even smiling about when I was being so damn serious?

“You have no idea how delicious you look when you are jealous,” he whispered seductively.

“I’m not jealous,” I denied.

“We both know you are going to come running to me and begging me to ride you Collins. This…mortal does not know a single thing about keeping you satisfied as much as I do,” The naked woman sneered giving me a disgusted lookover but there was no way I was getting distracted by that or Collins’s come on smirk that he was currently wearing.

“You are not stepping out of this room until I know what the fuck is going in here. She was naked on your bed when I came in so excuse me if I badly want to know what is going before I find myself dragged in the middle of whatever this is,” I stood my ground.

“Fine. If you must know, that is Laila. My ex-wife who-“

“Actually, we are still in the divorce process which means that we are still legally married to each other,” Laila interrupted Collins who released an exasperated sigh.

“Wait, this is your wife and you were just about- oh my God! That night in Vegas…” I trailed off, eyes widened slightly. I had no right to judge him of course because that night I had still been with William.

“Vegas? When did you go to Vegas?” Laila questioned.

“Right after I killed Bradley,” he grunted almost in a victorious smirk but I noticed some bit of pain flicker in Laila’s eyes.

“Killed? Why am I not surprised? It is so typical of your kind, “I shrugged, straightening my dress. The reminder of what had happened to my parents at the hands of his kind, returning to my mind, the pain consuming the shreds of desire that were still clinging to my moist core. I should not be tolerating his kind and yet my own body had been betraying me just a few minutes ago, shamelessly screaming for his attention.

“Before you judge me, you need to hear the truth from my ips,” Collins must have noticed the sudden shift in my mood and tone.

“No, Collins. What I need is to be down there with my friend no matter how horrible this is because I’m the one who dragged her hear to WoodCave,” I walked out of the room just in time to run into Mrs. Heathers, a completely panicked expression.

“There you are, we need to talk,”

“No, I need to get down there and be with my friend,”

“The transition is complete dear but you might just be in danger. I mean, I never wanted to believe it but the wolf doctor confirmed my worst fears, claiming that the hybrid in Trina’s body was a bit ancient. Only one hybrid could ever have escaped death during the massacre and that would be the original hybrid; Drake,”

“Um…and how does put me in danger?” It did not make any sense.

“You do not understand Nadia. Drake is the original hybrid and the massacre of his entire hybrid offspring is not something that he could ever forgive so easily. So he targeted your friend because he wants to have something on you,”

“Why would he want to have something on me? I’m just a mortal and if he is angry, then it should be with you people who massacred his offsprings. Not me. So please, spare me your baggage,”

“Just listen to me Nadia. You are his promised mate,” She blurted out.

“I’m what now?”

“Drake, the original hybrid’s Mate and he has obviously come for you,” she blurted out yet again.