“D-different?”
“Yes,
different. You don’t act like the rest of us.”
My stomach
turns over. Am I that obvious? I thought I had it down.
“You like
girls and boys. You don’t let anyone close and you don’t want a mate. You’ve
never even been with anyone in the pack. You’re a mystery, Maxi. It’s alluring.”
I release the
breath I was holding. Thank. Fuck. I thought she meant… never mind, she didn’t
mean that, so it doesn’t matter.
“I just want
a different life.”
“A human one?”
“Something
like that.”
“Is that why
you don’t shift?”
I sigh. “Why
all the questions Rose?”
“Because you
don’t usually let me talk to you for this long.”
I laugh. God
I’m an arse sometimes. I’m so caught up in controlling my world I forget other
people have, you know, needs and things too.
“Do you want
a glass of wine?” I ask, finally giving in to her company.
She looks
mildly shocked and nods her head. I don’t ask her if she wants red or white, I
just head into the kitchen and pour her what I’m having, a big glass of red.
“So your date
let you down?”
Huh? I frown.
Oh! My date. The fake one I made up.
“Yeah,” I
shrug, trying to seem nonchalant about it
“Poor Maxi,”
she says with an audible pout that I don’t need to turn around to see.
Ugh! “It’s
fine, they’ll be back.”
“He or she?”
“Um, he.” I
turn to hand her her glass and she smiles in thanks and takes a slow sip,
sizing me up as she does.
“So do you…”
she trails off.
“Do I what?”
“Do you…you know…top…like
you would with a woman?”
“Women can
top too, Rose.”
“You know
what I mean. Do you…” she drifts off, unable to say the word on her mind.
I have no
such trouble. “Penetrate?”
She blushes. “Yes.”
She nods in
understanding. As if the world makes sense again. She has a very sheltered view
- I should educate her.
“And
sometimes no,” I add with a smirk. Happy to tilt the world again for her.
“Hmm…”
“You don’t
like the idea of me being fucked by a man?” Jesus, why am I goading her? I mean, I’m kinda glad
she’s here, and I haven’t thought about T since she knocked on the door. But I
just need to make it clear, my life doesn’t have space in it for her. We are
too different.
“I hadn’t
thought about it before.”
I wonder how
she would deal with the image of her Daddy’s cock buried to the hilt in my arse
while he choked me with his belt over his desk at the office.
“And there
are women too?” she asks.
“Plenty,” I
smirk.
“Do you
dominate them?”
Oh now there’s
a question.
“Sometimes.”
I reply. “And sometimes not.”
She frowns;
she just can’t get her head into a place where this is normal. She is a
straight laced, good little shifter mate in waiting and she is not going to
ever understand who I am.
“So you
switch?”
I quirk an
eyebrow. Wonders will never cease, she knows some
things.
“In all
respects Rose. Wherever there’s a line, I like to have my feet on either side
of it.”
She looks at
me quizzically. “Why is that? Are you a rebel without a cause?” That seductive
tone is back.
I flash a
flirtatious grin. “No I’m a perfectly justified rebel.” I take a gulp of my
wine, watching her assess me. “I don’t fit the mould Rose. I’m never going to
settle down and be a mate or a father, so why not explore? I like sex. I like
to experiment with it.”
“Would you
like to experiment with me?”
I feel my
eyebrows draw together. Yes. I would very much like to experiment with her. I
just know that once she gets going, that wolf inside of her is going to want to
taste my blood.
Her shoulders
droop. “God you really aren’t attracted to me are you?”
I look up
into her eyes, there is defeat in them. Stepping forward, I brush the hair from
her neck, revealing the sensitive skin beneath. My weakness. That one place I
could easily lose control. I test myself with it,