Chapter 11
Saint
Well, fuck.
My cock had been aroused for almost two hours.
That wasn’t good for any man, beast or human.
There was a sexual energy pulsing between us I’d never felt. If I had to guess by Lily’s reactions, I’d say she’d never experienced a draw so powerful before either.
My mind lingered to the darkest and filthiest places possible. Every image dealt with needing to rut the lovely woman sitting only inches away.
Somehow, I doubted Lily was aware of her sizzling magnetism. Animal magnetism.
There was no denying the chemistry we shared, a connection cursed by karma. The moment the jerk in the restaurant had purposely shoved her, I’d almost lost my cool.
The expression seeing red was true and for a shifter, that was an extremely dangerous situation to find myself in.
Even more than the night I’d rescued the girl at the bar, the intense burst of rage had become uncontrollable.
If Lily hadn’t fainted in my arms, the evening news would be filled with even more insane stories of wild beasts and bloodshed.
My reaction had been by instinct. Someone had messed with my girl. Not just my fake girlfriend, but my true mate. If anyone heard about the situation, they’d simply tell me to turn off my hormones. Go fuck a girl and get back on the ice.
That’s what my teammates would say. Hell, that’s what I’d done for years. While nothing had brought any true sense of satisfaction, I’d thought my life was on track.
Now I had a dark craving for a perky blonde with attitude.
We were on our third beer, the first two going down way too easily. She’d had me close the blinds as if we were running from the law.
I kind of liked the sound of it.
While she was busying playing damage control while devouring one slice of pizza after another, I was trying to get a clear bead on the woman. She was intolerable at best, yet I’d never found a woman sexier. She had no pretense, the fake smile she’d been forced to adopt not her personality.
My balls were tightening. This could get out of hand very quickly.
“Well, we’re trending and not necessarily in a good way,” she said while she hunkered over her coffee table, munching on a slice of pepperoni pizza.
A girl after my own heart.
I chuckled hearing her exasperated sigh. “You’re fixated on Instagram.”
“Have you seen the latest posts?” She lifted her head and her iPhone at the same time, the half-eaten slice of pizza still in the other, sauce ready to drip off the pointed edge.
“Have you paid any attention to the comments you received on the picture I took of us when we were at the restaurant?” Her eyes quickly darted to the drop of sauce the second it slipped past the slice of pepperoni.
With a catlike tongue, the magnificent pain in my ass snagged the sloppy drop, licking her lips immediately afterward.
The act was just about the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. The sound of my thudding heart pounded in my ears. God, the woman was far too enticing. I purposely looked away in some crazy attempt to check myself.
“No, because you forbid me from touching my social media accounts,” I admitted.
She narrowed her eyes, her upper lip curling in a snarl. Goddamn, she was cute when she did that. “I’m surprised your phone isn’t ringing off the hook.”
As if on cue, both our phones rang at almost the same time. She held hers as far out as possible, glaring at the screen.
Meanwhile, I sat back on the couch, enjoying the show. Okay, so I’d fucked up by not taking the situation as seriously as she’d been hired to do, but what was wrong with a wolfman having a little fun? I casually glanced at my phone’s screen and shook my head.
“My father,” she stated and tossed the phone across the table. “You?”
“My dad.”
“Great,” she huffed. “Did anyone follow us?” She forced the call into voicemail.
“You don’t know? Oh, that’s right, you were indisposed.” I teased since she’d remained slumped in the passenger seat of my Charger.
“Asshole. Should I expect reporters to start knocking?”
“They would have done so by now, Lily. Relax. I’m not an idiot.”
“No, you’re just a man. That says everything.”
“Ouch. You know how to kick a man when he’s down.”
“Down?” she demanded and jerked her phone into her hand once again, furiously shifting from one screen to another.
“You’re enjoying the time of your life. Look how many offers you had from women who want to…
” She scrolled through the comments to provide an example.
“Have your babies even if they’re furry.
” Her fuming continued to the point she was even mumbling under her breath.
I just grinned, which irritated her even more.
Lily shook her head, looking away briefly. She was even rolling her eyes. I chose not to call her on the dramatic effects. “You’re driving me insane because you act like a little boy who needs a nap.”
The woman could be a soul crusher and had intentionally placed a damper on my love life, but I’d be damned if my cock wasn’t throbbing, pushing hard against my pants.
I snorted and took a long pull on the beer. When I howled afterward, she gave me the dirtiest look to date.
“Hey. You must deal with clients like this all the time. You know, ridiculously egotistical oafs who believe their shit doesn’t stink even in the hottest part of the summer. Am I paraphrasing or did I catch you word for word?”
Yes, I’d shocked her, but this go-around, she wasn’t going to admit it.
“How about this one,” she added, driving the same strand of hair behind her ears for the fifth time in as many seconds.
“Savage, you’re a dreamboat and always will be.
Even if your hunger includes eating people.
” She lifted her head this time, the rock-hard glare pushing every button.
The desire to pin her to the wall before fucking her brains out remained strong.
“Hey, when you got it, you got it.” I folded my fingers, blowing across my knuckles and rubbing them on my shirt.
My Lily flower wasn’t impressed.
She furiously took a huge bite of her pizza, chomping down like a master. I was kind of shocked when she wiped her mouth with her arm. It was something I would do.
“My personal favorite.” She lifted her head. I guess there was no need to read the one that obviously insulted her femininity. “Sweet Savage. If we mate, will we run in the fields at midnight together in our wolf forms?” She even used a saccharine-sweet voice.
Now I burst into laughter. “Everyone knows the myth is a lie. That’s not what happens. If the mate isn’t already a shifter, they aren’t going to be turned into a beast. Not how it works.”
Her eyes opened wide as if I was being deadly serious until she noticed the book she’d left on her coffee table. As if caught with contraband, she ripped it off the surface, sliding it onto the floor. The girl was embarrassed. Even her face was bright pink.
Were her nipples the same color? I was forced to shift my position, or my goddamn dick would be permanently disfigured from the pinching zipper.
“Who is this Rocco person?”
The question was so out of the blue I snorted. “Rocco Lorenzo is the goalie for the Denver Devils. We play them for the last regular game of the season. We gotta win. There’ll be a curse otherwise.”
“A curse?”
“Yeah. We’ve never won when we didn’t go into the playoffs at number one. I guess if we lose the game, I’ll be blamed. Maybe cause I’m a wolf.” I howled and she did little more than glare at me as she’d done so many times.
“You need to take this more seriously. We’re going to need to figure out what to say and how to backtrack what you said.
And you need to stick to the plan!” Even with all her fury, she managed to shove another huge bite of pizza into her mouth.
You had to adore a girl with both spunk and a good appetite.
I had no idea where she put it since she was little more than a waif.
“I was kidding. Okay? That’s what I’m known for.”
“Not any longer. See?” Leaning over the table, she shoved the phone at me.
What the heck. I sat forward, meeting her halfway, which meant our lips were almost touching.
“The people have spoken. You are one hundred percent werewolf. They might arrange a vigil for the next full moon. And if I had to guess, I’d say you’d be there. ”
“Just to make fun of them.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have the softest lips on the planet?”
I knew that would get a reaction.
She blinked several times, remaining in position even though I easily sensed she didn’t like this one bit.
But in true Lily flower style, she dragged just the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and pulled back with a smirk on her face.
Her face was red and she had a rash on her neck, which I hadn’t noticed before.
There was no reason for my cock to pulse from the reaction, but that’s exactly what was happening.
While I quickly glanced at the screen, I returned my concentrated gaze to the pizza sauce covering the part of her mouth where her tongue hadn’t reached and a portion of her chin.
She looked sexy as hell. When I leaned further forward, her face highlighted shock and stern admonishment as I swiped my index finger through the red drops.
Her expression soured when I brought the tip of my finger to my mouth.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide, but she lowered both arms, quickly recovering. “What are you doing?”
“You had sauce on your face.”
“It’s extra saucy,” she replied.
As if embarrassed, she grabbed a napkin, rubbing her face as if being seen that way was terrible.
There was a blip of something that I couldn’t quite grasp, as if she was ashamed about something else.
But it was gone and I didn’t think she’d volunteer the info to what she’d called ‘the biggest buffoon on the planet’ almost immediately after she’d come to.
The moment she dropped the napkin, I repeated the sinful action on purpose, sucking my finger with a highly exaggerated sound.