Chapter 10

• I barely knew him this morning, and yet, here and now, my instincts are that I would die for him if I had to, and the longer this plays out, the stronger this need to be near him gets. While being physically joined causes all sorts of inner sparks and sizzles as tension builds between us, and I move obediently as he pulls me with him. It’s insanity, and I don’t understand how this can be, but it is what it is. Colton is part of me now, and I can’t do anything about it.
• We are ushered to the door, hands still entwined, and I follow him closely, the heady need to wrap myself around him worse when we have prolonged contact, and as much as my head tells me to let go, I can’t seem to. The growing ache in my stomach and pelvis is getting irritatingly intense, and I am more than aware of how good his skin feels against mine. Our hands are slotted together, warm on warm, weirdly sensual.
• Colton leads me to the other room and shuts the door firmly behind us. He is still holding my hand and keeping me by his side as he turns to me. He gazes down at our entangled fingers for a long second. Seems like he, too, is telling himself to let go, but he doesn’t.
• We stand stiffly, pulsating energy growing between us as the air thickens, and I find it harder to breathe the longer he’s this close. Fully aware of him towering over me in all his beautiful muscular glory, hot body, and he’s way too good-looking. Even his voice does crazy tingly things to me, and standing, absorbing his heat, inhaling his unique scent, I get clammy in really embarrassing places. My eyes keep straying to his face, mouth, and beautiful face, and I edge closer absentmindedly, biting on my lip as crazy thoughts about leaning up and biting his course through my brain alarmingly.
• I need to cool down and pull this back in. Hormones are well and truly kicking in with his proximity, and I need to breathe a little.
• “How can I want to kiss someone so badly that a few hours ago, I never even knew? I have a girlfriend. Did have one. My head’s a mess.” He seems instantly distraught and squeezes my hand in his a little forcefully before reluctantly releasing me and stepping back. Calming my jets as guilt punches me in the stomach, I realize maybe he’s not getting as hot and bothered as I am standing here. “This is … insane. I don’t know you. How can we …?” He paces away from me, seemingly in turmoil, then past me twice, back and forth, and then turns to me again.
• I shrug at him, unsure what else to say. If I knew the answers, I guess we wouldn’t be here like this. I’m a little out of my depth and struggling to get this raging fire under control in my pelvis as what I assume is my libido finally introduces herself to me, and I have to stop checking out his ass as he keeps waving it past me. It’s making me all squirmy and uneasy and so sure he can probably tell with a look that I am about three seconds away from launching at him. Shuffling from foot to foot and swallowing hard, blowing out heavily to release this growing pressure in my stomach.
• “Please tell me you are feeling this, too. That this is not just me?” He stops and frowns at me, his eyes looking a little hazy and intense as he stares at my mouth and almost electrocutes me with the connection. I glance away, face flushing with his effects on me, and try to focus on the floor, the table, a wall, and cool off in this vast, suddenly suffocating room around us. I can feel him without touching him, his presence seeping into me and stirring up all kinds of longings and sensations.
• “I think that’s how it’s meant to work. We’re supposed to want to, you know ... mate.” I blush as I say it and look away again, overwhelmed with sudden shyness. Uneasy with this admission, he wants to kiss me while I’m all kinds of flustered, hot, tingly, and itching to slide my hands over that full and broad chest and …
• Oh, God, stop. I want him to kiss me so badly I can almost taste it. I mean, I do too, want to kiss him, that is. I have done since after the whole imprinting thing, but I don’t think we should admit those things, especially when neither of us wanted this. And I’m finding it hard to breathe as my lungs constrict and my heart flakes out with him being close enough to inhale, lick, grope ... I need to get a grip. I pull the neckline of my T-shirt to release the heat coming off me in droves and fan my face to push these insane urges and mental images of him naked out of my head.
• I don’t get a chance to give any verbal response or encouragement. I don’t even get a chance to look up or think, and his sudden sweep into me, his fingers yanking my chin up as his lips crash into mine, knocking me for six.
• I’m shocked, frozen for a second by the instant lip to lip assault, but as soon as his warm mouth molds to mine, I lose all control. I kiss him back, hormones let loose, and that craving hunger finding what it wanted after all, with a fever incomparable to anything, and get lost in the sweetest tasting pastime ever invented. Now I know what an urge taking over feels like, and my inner wolf pushes beyond any control I have.
• His lips open mine, tongues meet for the first time, and I experience my first French kiss with a much-practiced mouth. I groan, succumb to his expertise as he yanks me into him and crashes our bodies together intimately. Our teeth clash with sheer ferocity in the devouring way we go at each other, and his hand rakes my body, grinding me to him like he can’t get enough as I ultimately succumb.
• Lust fuels the animals in us, and he picks me up under the thighs, his grip bruising my tender skin as he wedges his body between my legs, pulling them around his waist and walking me back so he can jam me up against the wall, to push himself against me fully. He kisses me harder, with a passion that sets us on fire, and I grasp and claw at his shoulders and neck in utter abandonment, scratching, biting, kissing, and finding my rhythm and confidence in what he’s doing to my mouth. His tongue caresses mine, and mentally I blurt insanely …
• I want you inside me. I’m going to self-combust if you don’t.
• I'm not even sure if I mind-linked or where this thought came from, given I’m a virgin and never had a sexual urge in my life, but it only seems to make him kiss me all the more passionately. We lose all sense as this bond engulfs us, and he grinds into me until my urges reach a fever pitch of heightened horniness, and I pant with the effort as my body vibrates and craves his desperately.