Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 22

Uhhhhh.

Um.

Duh-uh.

  Database brake down.

  I need a second.

But apparently my feet don't give a crap.

Because they started stuttering on over without permission from my brain. My body parts have been doing that lately.

  It's getting annoying.

They kept going until they brought me right in front of the bed where he still lays nonchalantly. It's aggravating how nonchalant he is while I'm going through this mental and emotional turmoil over here, d@mmit.

He still holds the key out to me.

I already have a hunch about what's about to happen, but I did what I did anyway.

I reached up for the key.

And he grabbed my wrist, spun us around and pinned my back to the bed.

Like I called he would.

One of his hands stayed gripping both of mine above my head, while the other supported his weight.

And thank the goddess, because his shirtless body, flush against mine. . .

I don't even know what I'd do.

But even as he's holding himself up, the position combined with the mere sight of his jet black hair dangling down in his ang — I was gonna say angular, but I'm going to change it to angelic — face — much more fitting — is causing heat to rush to my face and every other inch of my body.

Which is insane.

Because even though I just fed, I'm always cold.

It's a vampire staple.

  It's just not something that goes away. At least, not with me.

But don't even get me started on the look he is giving me.

  It feels like he's burning through my skull with just a stare.

I don't want to mate him.

But freak, I really really wanna mate him.

I wonder if I bit him the feeling would go away.

His heart stopping chuckled jarred me out of my thoughts.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm a soufflé?" He questioned with amusement in his voice. Then it got dark and husky again, "I'm the predator here," he mumbled as he ran his hand that's holding him up up and down my side.

Oh my gosh.

My breath is stuck in a ball in my throat.

But I still manage to get this out, "Well maybe that's just what I want you to think."

He looks taken aback for a second and honestly shaken, so I figured it wasn't just my words that startled him. My eyes have most likely turned red.

They do that sometimes.

Sometimes, meaning when I'm in beast mode, and the new addition, 'my mind refuses to work mode', apparently. I don't know, it's never happened in this sort of situation before. It's only when I'm super mad or my talent gets activated that this happens.

It's the mind blowingly hot douchebag on top of me that's the cause of this, I know it. That d@mn bond. It's messing me up inside and out.

I calm my breathing and convert my eyes back to my regular green. There are some triggers that will make them pop up automatically out of nowhere, but I can control them for the most part.

I don't have any other way to describe it, other than a beast mode.

And I suppose that's what it is.

Wolfie's lips moving to take in a breath of air in preparation to speak captured my full attention.

What's he got to say about my savage side that he just got a glimpse of.

It's different from what he knows. It's not a completely separate being in the back of my mind. It's like an automatic instinct defense system. The vampire version of wolfing out, I suppose.

"Why haven't you been eating?"

Well that's not what I expected.

He didn't even ask me about the eye thing. I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew, but he doesn't seem very caught up on vampire culture.

It's either that though, or he's just way overconfident about his enemy displaying a clearly threatening trait — becomes it's not just the eyes, I know the kind of vibes that shift in chemistry gives off.

Or he could just not care and is more concerned about my well being.

I have a feeling it's a mixture of the last two. I know the mate bond pulls at him too. He thinks he's able to hide it, but I see right through him.

"Because we were short on supply," I told him simply.

"But why you? There are lowers ranking vampires for stuff like that," he said, never breaking eye contact from above me.

I know the look that covered my face was one of disgust before he even finished the sentence.

"I am their Second, soon to be Mistress. What kind of leader would I be if I left even one of them to starve."

"So instead you starve yourself."

"Exactly."

Silence.

"I don't have to worry about what happens to me," I continue, "I know I can handle it. What happens to everyone else, that's what I'm more concerned about."

Multiple things glint in his eyes, like clouds passing. Discontent, a hint of admiration, discomfort, lust.

So many things.

I wonder if he's any better at understanding them than I am.