Chapter Four

 

Robin watched him root around his cabinets, admiring the view. He was still as gorgeous as she remembered. The years had been more than kind. Same killer ass, long legs, broad chest and wide shoulders to carry the weight of the world.

And that long hair. She resisted the urge to fan herself.

“Killer ass, huh?” He turned to her with a lecherous grin.

“Stay outta my head wolf,” she said in mock anger.

Her words didn't dampen his smile.

“Turns out I can offer you spaghetti. One of the women in the pack cans her own sauce when the tomatoes come in in summer.”

Robin's brows lifted.

“You thought all we eat is meat, didn't you?”

Did he have to be so irresistible? She'd felt the pull to him immediately but now it was so much stronger. The curve of his lip, the stubble on his chin, even his eyelashes turned her on. She was in so much trouble. Her clan would never accept a relationship between the two of them. She'd be an outcast.

“Being an outcast bothers you?” He asked while pulling what looked like ground meat from the freezer.

“Doesn't it bother you?”

He shrugged a massive shoulder and she was reminded of just how big, how incredibly powerful he was. She felt small and delicate for the first time in a decade. 

“Not really. I'm half man, half beast. Nature made me an outcast.”

Though his words were strong, she sensed the tiniest bit of sadness in him.

Sometimes it bothered her to live on the fringe of society, weird as that seemed. They hid away in the mountains for good reason.

Not liking the quiet, she reached for the bag of pasta and unzipped it. “You make your own pasta too?”

“One of my pack mates does. She makes all kinds of stuff.”

Handy. Robin wouldn't mind being like that. Right now though she'd settle for not being watched and hunted. She opened her mind and tried to sense any intruders that might be coming after her but the forest was calm.

“It's quiet here,” she mused, glancing out the window at the moonlit trees.

“It's not quiet on your part of the mountain?”

His brows quirked down as he browned the meat. Needing to do something else with her hands, she reached for the jar of sauce and twisted the lid. Except the brass ring didn't move. She hugged the glass between her breasts and tightened her left hand as much as she could.

Colt watched her silently; she felt his gaze and heard his amused chuckle in her mind. Anytime he was in her head warmth crept through her. Warmth and...was that fizzy feeling happiness?

He reached for the jar, their fingers brushed and then he made quick work of twisting the cap open. Handing it back to her, he murmured “Feel free to borrow my muscles.”

A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of all his muscles and just what he could do with them. Lift her straight up until her legs were draped over his shoulders and her core was right there to be feasted on. Mercy... Her thighs clenched and the smirk tugging up the corners of his lips told her he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

She finished opening the jar and murmured her thanks.

He glanced at her over that broad shoulder and let his gaze roam. Breasts lifting, nipples hardening, his closeness charged her battery in a flash. Stepping away from the pan, he slid a palm around her waist. This was a bad idea. She should go. She should—

“You should stay right where you are,” he murmured, ducking his head to look into her eyes. “I know what you're thinking but that's not the part that intrigues me most.”

She blinked up at him, silently begging for him to continue. This was what she'd been reduced to, how sad her life had become. From day dreaming about a forbidden wolf to standing in his kitchen, silently begging for more crumbs of attention.

“It's your scent that drives me wild. So sweet and fresh, earthy and—” he inhaled deeply, eyes closed. “Aroused.”

The single word kicked her libido into high gear and she almost moaned. His hand tightened at the small of her back, pulling her against his hips. A long, hard pipe nestled against her stomach. Oh my.

“Your scent has been in my mind all this time.”

That made two of them, she thought wistfully. He was rugged and outdoorsy so of course he smelled like pine and cool creek water.

“I remember how good you taste and how your sweet body rings my cock, milking me dry.”

Her brows rose at his crass language and a blush rose in her cheeks.

“You're gorgeous when you blush.” He brushed a thumb against her cheek.

“Are you always so charming?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “You make me feel different. Talk different.”

He looked almost embarrassed by it which she found incredibly endearing.

“You're gonna burn the meat.”

He sniffed the air and his eyes went wide with horror. Wheeling around he stirred and scraped, tossed in the sauce and then set everything to a simmer. Her taste buds watered and she tried to convince herself that it was only because of the aromas of tomato, basil and oregano.