Book Chapter56
A Chase
The light from the car’s interior illuminated his eyes in the spectrum of blues. Electric wavelengths of emotion pulse living thoughts into my body. This is how it is between mates: they can feel the other’s thoughts. If I were to mark his skin side, I could be inside his body with my mind, not just feeling his strongest feelings.
“You deserve so much. You deserve everything. I was wrong for doing that to you.”
He curves his hand around my neck, pulling me toward his face. It’s paralyzing the way his eyes hold me, the way his thoughts drift to my neck, wanting to just take.
“To tell you the truth, the honest truth, I was afraid to recover from her. I wanted to keep her inside my soul, keep that last little connection I had with her. Until you came along, I never had to face the fact that I needed to really say goodbye to her. I was fine with waking up every day feeling nothing, I was fine with that. Get up, brush my teeth, put on clothes, eat, go to work, come back home, go to bed, get up the next day, and do it over and over again. I was fine with that.” My hands are still clenching the steering wheel. His fingers are working underneath mine, breaking the hold I have on it.
“Now you make that not fine. You make me feel things I never thought I would feel again…you make me feel alive.” One finger slips off the steering wheel, and his other finger works the other one, but he’s looking at me the whole time.
“Do you know I could smell you before I even walked into the clinic that day? I stood outside the door debating whether or not to come into the clinic. I felt sick with how I was betraying my mate, thinking how amazing someone else could smell.” His fingers just broke the grip I have on the steering wheel; he holds my hands in his. His fingertips brush against my knuckles.
“I was packing her away, Rya. That’s what you were seeing in my room. Finally packing her away, not forgotten, because I could never forget her. It’s time for me to recover from her and start living my life again.” Baby blue eyes plead with mine for understanding
“I need to be accountable for my actions. What I did was not right. I should have called, I never realized by not calling you that this could be our defining moment. I can’t have this be what makes you turn away from me. With my mate, I just knew how she felt. With you, I’m blind. It’s not an accusation. It was a dick move on my part. I apologize for that.”
The touch of his hand on my hip travels up my spine,
“You made me feel really bad about myself, about what I did to you.” I try pulling my hands away from his grip, but he won’t let me.
“Don’t feel bad. You forced me to live again. I had to grieve. I needed some time. When you felt my anger, my disgust, did you also feel my pleasure, my hope, my desire? It was there in the background, but need to go through the bad stuff first, get over it so I can really just focus on the now, what’s important now.” He brings my hands to his mouth, and he’s kissing them, putting them against his cheek, rubbing his scent into them
“I’m not sure, Dallas,
“You’re not sure? It’s too late. Your wolf marked me as hers. I can tell now when you’re looking at me. I can feel your eyes on me. Do you know how long it’s been since I felt that? Do you know when I’m touching you like this I feel as if you’re mine?” I notice the way the hair on his arms are gravitating to my body, just like mine gravitates to Clayton’s. He’s feeling the pull now, my wolf’s mark binding him to
“My wolf’s going to claim you soon, Rya. I need you to be prepared for that. I won’t stop him. Your wolf has claimed him, and he needs to do the same.” I can actually almost see the emotions playing behind his eyelids. It’s the wolf in him that’s making it very clear what he wants and needs. My wolf tries to ascend slightly to meet the wolf’s eyes. She wants us to be taken; she wants to be chased.
“Please, Rya, just give me a chance, just a chance.” He’s looking at me the way I was looking at Clayton, a desperate pleading in his
