Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
COLE
It’s easier than he thought it would be to sneak into her cabin, and it pisses him off.
It takes him three minutes with a basic lockpick to slip through the front door. But as he shuts it, he notices there’s a chain latch that she didn’t set.
He’s going to have to talk with her about taking better safety precautions.
Especially with Eugene being her neighbor.
The Beta has already visited her once, and for that alone he deserves to die.
But Cole has much worse planned for him, but it will have to wait until after his date with his girl.
He waited until three in the morning to visit Breanna, an hour after she shut off her bedroom light.
What keeps her up that late at night?
He knows why he stays awake and what haunts him, but what could be going through her mind to make sleep so hard to come by?
He quietly explores the front room, grabbing the knitted throw blanket off the couch to bring it to his nose. It explodes with her sweet scent and his head swims with the heady essence of mate.
Take. Fuck. Claim.
His Alpha instincts make his head spin.
Why does she make him lose control so easily? He’s usually cautious and meticulous.
He likes to think he has somewhat of a moral compass, even if it’s skewed.
There’s no reason to break into Breana’s cabin other than he wants to be closer to her.
That’s kind of fucked up , he thinks to himself, but it doesn’t stop him from heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
There’s nothing in it besides a water bottle and a few condiments. Nothing of sustenance.
He vows to rectify that, sooner rather than later. The barista had let it slip that his girl is a vegetarian, and he already knows what to stock her fridge with.
How ironic, he’s out slaughtering humans while his soulmate won’t even eat animals.
He pokes around the kitchen but furrows his brow as he only finds granola bars in the cupboards.
Take care of her, feed her, protect her, his Alpha instincts whisper to him as he heads up the stairs.
Her office is the first room down the hallway, her laptop still open on the desk. He stifles a laugh at the search in the web browser.
How to decline a date after you agreed to it?
He had a feeling she would try to back out of their dinner, but that’s not happening .
All the advice is ridiculous, anyway.
The bookshelves are mostly bare, except for a couple of novels. His grin grows as he reads the titles and flips through the pages.
His girl is a lover of dark romances. Noted.
Maybe winning her over won’t be as difficult as he thought it would be.
When he enters her bedroom, he’s almost bowled over by her beauty and the sweet, floral essence of her scent. The large windows grant just enough moonlight to make out her features.
She’s asleep with the covers up to her chin, with her chestnut hair fanned out around her onto the pillow. Her lips are slightly parted, and her breathing is even and deep.
She’s beautiful.
Fucking beautiful , and all his.
Even in sleep she knows she’s safe with him—she hasn’t stirred once since he’s been in the doorway drinking in her scent and image.
He could watch her for ages. Just being in the same room with her is enough to drown out the noise in the head.
There’s peace in her presence.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there, breathing her in while memorizing the cadence of her breath. He’s certain his heartbeat matches it in rhythm, though. She’s in his blood now.
Even her pulse rate belongs to him.
He eventually makes his way into the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. He makes note of her brand of suppressants, and debates dumping them all down the drain.
He wants her mad with desire and desperate for his knot, and it would be much easier without those pills in the way .
But he puts them back, carefully setting the bottle exactly where he found it.
He’s not that much of a monster.
He does make a note to change her brand, though. His girl doesn’t get generic anything, especially not medication.
Only the best for Breana, from now on.
He goes to the towel rack and finds her used and slightly damp towel.
She must have taken a shower before bed.
He only means to touch it, jealous of a piece of fabric that’s been on her most intimate parts, including her sweet cunt and beautiful, pert ass. His fingers run along the soft fabric until he pulls it from the rack and gathers it in his hands.
Her scent is on it, peach, lilies, and the slightest hint of bodywash, and it makes his mouth water.
He holds it to his nose and lets out a quiet groan as his cock twitches in his pants.
Moments later, the towel is in his mouth. He leans back against the bathroom wall and sucks , desperate to get any taste of her that was left behind in the fabric.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he devours her scent, swallowing whatever moisture the towel is generous enough to give him. His knuckles turn white as he sinks his teeth into it, mimicking the mating bite he’s so desperate to give her.
Once he sucks the towel dry, he needs more. He hangs it back up the way he found it, but not before grabbing the washcloth on the counter.
His heart beats wildly in his chest as he heads back to her bedroom, studying her sleeping form as she turns onto her side, facing the desk.
He freezes, careful to remain silent until she settles again .
When her breathing evens out and she exhales in delicate huffs, he can’t help but move closer to her.
It’s a risk sitting at the desk chair just to have a better view of her face, but it’s worth it.
Her hair has fallen into her eyes, and her delicate mouth is still slightly opened.
The comforter and blankets have fallen past her navel, and she’s exposed from the waist up.
The white tank top she wears under her silk robe exposes the jut of her collarbone and the delicious, tempting sight of her mating gland.
Fuck.
His mouth waters, and he feels like a vampire—a creature of the night, desperate to sink his teeth into the beautiful woman he’s fixated on.
His darling girl, his mate, is before him, but he’s unable to do exactly what he wants to her.
He tears his eyes away from her form to pick up the notebook that’s on her desk. The moonlight gives him enough clarity to read her writings and his lip quirks.
She has an interview with the doctor that treated Erik at the prison at the end of the week.
How did she manage to make that happen? She’s a clever girl, his Omega.
Much smarter than she probably gives herself credit for.
He finds a series of questions she scribbled—some for Doctor Porter, some he assumes are for herself.
A few catch his eyes.
Did Ellie go with him willingly? Was she coerced?
Does Erik love her?
Is it possible to love a murderer?
The last one makes his breath catch.
He sure as hell hopes it's possible for Breana to love him, or else their relationship is going to be quite miserable .
He looks forward to making her fall in love with him—the idea of dating and courting her makes his blood sing and his heart race.
It also makes his cock ache once more, desperate for much needed attention.
Placing the notebook back on the desk, his gaze returns to his Omega.
She lets out a gentle moan in her sleep as he watches her, and the delicate sound makes the remainder of his self-control snap.
Quickly, he unbuttons his black pants and pulls his cock free from his boxers, its thick, bobbing length desperate for attention.
He bites his lip to stifle a groan as he wraps a hand around himself, still keeping his eyes on the Omega’s sleeping form.
She lets out another gentle moan, and blood runs down his mouth from how hard he bites his lip to stay silent.
He works himself silently, pumping fast and hard, rougher than usual without a wetness to coat himself with.
But he’s so close it doesn’t matter. He just stares at her face and the outline of her perky tits underneath her tank top. He finishes in less than a minute, blood running down to his chin as he forces himself to be silent as his orgasm hits him.
Long, thick ropes of cum fill his hand, and he quickly grabs the washcloth he placed on the desk to clean himself up.
It’s possible he lets a drop of his cum drip into her mouth as he dances his fingers above her lips.
She swallows in her sleep.
Good girl , he mouths silently to her.
It pains him to leave her. He wants to stay here, his cock still inflated, and watch her sleep .
But he has plans for today, including not allowing her to back out of their date.
He quietly slips back into the night, reluctantly leaving his soulmate alone in her bed.