cka

omforter, pulling it up to my chin like a shield. My eyes d

dr

on a chaise lounge, tor

off. The glass

ow on his hips. Water dripped from his

was all hard lines and sharp angles, a jaw that could cut glass, a

r rolling off him in waves, made me shrink back. Th

ing across my collarbone and shoulders. There was no warm

d, forcing myself

oice shaking despite my ef

any desk, pulled a checkbook and a pen from his s

e soft scratch of the pen on paper was the only sound in

ound and walked back to the bed. He held it

er written in bold, blac

llion

I whispered, m

was a low, emotionless rumble. "O

drained fr

ober las

.This was him taking what was off

eous washed over me. I felt cheap. Disgusti

ansing, surged through m

d. With all the strength I posses

ney!" I screamed, the soun

rossed his features. He frowned slightly, as if my rea

in, white scar ran across the back of his hand. The image re

e and wallet were there, placed neatly

id-thighs, a ridiculously large but welcome covering. His scent-pine and metal-cl

y bare feet hitting the plush ca

stood there, a silent, powerful s

ass doorknob when his voice

ist is b

of red was visible on my left wrist, a

A reminder that last night wasn't just my doing. A reminder o

k. I wrenched the

door click s

e P

walked to the desk, took out a cigarette, and l

e wolf in my head snarled,

I saw a small figure in a too-big white shirt, running bar

y phone and di

need you to find someone. An Omega. Ericka Mon