Chapter 25
25
JOHNNY
Lyssa screamed.
Oh fuck. I hurt her. I’d started to mark her, despite Rob’s warning.
I’d lost my head there when she said give it to me . My wolf got confused and thought she meant to claim her. Not a good, hard pounding with my dick because I’d put a plug in her ass.
Then, her scream and the idea that she was hurt had made me shift to wolf form, ready to defend her.
Against…myself!
Fuck, fuck.
I paced in and out of the bedroom doorway. I was out of control. I needed to get away from her before I did any more damage.
I’d fucked up.
Again.
I’d gone too far, and now my wolf wanted to savage someone because he smelled our mate’s blood and the metallic scent of fear coming off her.
I’d better get away. Let her calm. Let the scent of blood and sex wane. I needed to run this energy off, like Rob had advised before I made things even worse.
I hadn’t listened to my alpha. Hadn’t taken his warnings seriously enough, and look where it got me. A mate who looked petrified of me. Who was bleeding.
I flipped around, bumping into the doorframe with my huge hindparts as I scrambled away.
“Johnny?” There was panic in Lyssa’s voice. It made my wolf even crazier.
Fuck, was she following me? Naked, scented like me, pussy dripping, plug in her ass?
“Johnny, wait!”
Was she not afraid?
She should be. I couldn’t stay and explain myself now. I wasn’t even sure I was capable of shifting back to my man form yet. I needed to put some distance between us until I got my self-control back. I bolted for the wolf-door in the kitchen and shot out into the night. I raced up the mountainside. Away from my mate. For her protection.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the howl of my brothers already out on their full moon run.
Even from a distance, I heard Marina’s voice calling from the front of the ranch house. “Lyssa? Is that you?”
Heard the sound of running feet. Marina’s. Lyssa’s.
Good. She would take care of my mate. Maybe explain things. Maybe get her medical care, if she needed it. Audrey was probably there with her sister and could help.
That thought made my wolf snarl out loud. Our mate was hurt. He wanted to go kill someone.
That someone would be me, though. How could I have hurt her? Scared her? How could I have done that?
My wolf was confused.
Out of control.
I raced up the mountainside, my paws scrabbling over the rocks to get to higher ground, but stopped and lifted my nose to the moon, and howled over what I’d done.
I had to wonder if Lyssa would even be there when the moon set.