Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Easy to rile up.
Mine.
“Are you even listening to me?” she demands, her gray eyes blazing with fury.
I’ve been watching her full lips move and move, but I’m stuck on one thing about her that I suddenly can’t begin to understand.
Mine.
How?
Why?
Impossible.
But she is. I suddenly feel it clenching around my heart. Tight. So tight. Unrelenting. Suffocating. Maddening.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“I’m sorry,” I utter, unable to tear my gaze from her lips. “I wasn’t listening to a single word you were saying.”
“Oh my God. Typical man. Unbelievable.” She lets out a derisive snort. “I think you may be worse than Theron.”
Theron.
A manchild as Molly always says.
“Hmmm,” I grumble, flinging open a cabinet to check the supplies there too.
“I said,” she grits out, annoyed at my dismissal. “Go find Hadrian and he’ll show you to your room. You can make your dumb lists to your heart’s content and then we can reconvene later.”
“I’ll rest later,” I tell her absently. “Assessing the state of this Medical Bay and getting started is my priority.”
She pops up between me and the cabinet, thrusting a tablet into my chest. There’s not much room between us, and when she attempts to push me back, my body remains still.
The current.
It pulsates once more between us.
Need. Need. Need.
Mine.
I drag my gaze from her dainty hand, along her thin arm, along the column of her throat, and back to her lips. She licks them, making my cock jolt like it’s been struck by a magnastrike.
“Zoe,” I hiss, glaring right into her gray eyes now.
Her lovely eyebrows are knitted together, confusion flickering in her eyes. “What kind of weird voodoo magic have you got going on right now? You’re weirding me the fuck out, man.”
Ahh, so my mate feels it too.
And yet she doesn’t pull her hand away from me.
Interesting.
I grip her dainty wrist in my gloved hand and pull it away from me. I pluck the tablet from her hand, but don’t let go of her wrist. She gasps when I step forward, crowding her.
“What is this voodoo magic you speak of?” I murmur, bringing her wrist to my face so I can watch the vein beneath the skin pulsate erratically. “I don’t know these words.”
“It means you touching me fucks with my head. I hate you, dude bro. You’re an arrogant asshole.”
And yet…
I flash her a knowing grin as I push a button on the tablet. “We’ll put this on the list as well.”
Stepping away from her, I continue my perusal of the space, mentally taking notes until the tablet powers up.
“What is this?” she demands.
Us. Us. Us.
Mine.
“This is understanding why your pulse quickens and your lips part when you see me.” I look over my shoulder and smirk. “And how your eyes track my every move. It’s interesting.” And how my cock hasn’t gone completely soft since I’ve stepped into the Medical Bay with her.
“It is not interesting,” she growls, but she’s lost some of her fire.
“Hmm.”
“I swear to fuck, if you say that one more time…”
“Enough of the mindless chatter, stormy one,” I bark out. “We’ll analyze this later. It’s time to work.”
If looks could kill, I’d be happily skipping to The Eternals right now.
I suppose there are worse ways to go.