Bound to Be Mated(12)
Another knock.
She spooned more ice cream into her mouth.
“Come on, Charlotte. I know you’re in there. I can smell you.”
The spoon paused before it hit her lips.
Smell her?
A dollop of chocolate dropped onto her lap. She scooped it up and placed the tub on the table in front of her.
Her gut tightened, and her pussy pulsed. His voice called to her and easily aroused her. Could a man do that with his voice?
The shy girl inside her wanted to turn, run, and hide, but beyond that door lay something. She didn’t know exactly what that something was. In her gut, she felt the difference inside herself and the call within her to open it up and face the potential change in her future. She ran a hand through her hair and gulped down the nerves clogging her throat.
What lay beyond the door?
Her stomach twisted, and when she reached for the handle, she saw her fingers were shaking.
Licking her lips, she tightened her grip and opened the door.
One large man dominated the space at the front of her door. Six men stood behind him and down her corridor. She stared at each man and noticed they were larger than every other man she’d seen.
The man in front held her attention. His gaze was penetrating her to her very soul. He forced her attention on him.
“Hello, Charlotte.”
In two simple words, Charlotte felt as if she’d come home.
Chapter Seven
“Who are you?” she asked. The man stormed past her and into her small apartment. She stared in shock when the other six men entered her tiny flat. How they managed to fit was beyond her.
“He’s not here,” the leader said.
“Probably a good thing. Adding a human casualty for admiring beauty isn’t on my top-ten list of things to do before I die,” another man said.
Charlotte recognized some of their voices, but her memory was a little fuzzy.
“What are you taking about?” she asked. A headache began to build at her temple. The man, the leader, stalked toward her. His presence was powerful inside her small apartment. The men behind him stayed in their positions in her sitting room. One flicked through the television programs while another went to the kitchen. The man whose voice she recognized pinched her ice cream.
“Hey, that’s mine!” she yelled at him.
“If you ask me, you could do with eating more of it,” he told her, staring up and down her body.
Charlotte was aware of her weight. No matter how many diets she followed, it seemed to constantly increase.
“How dare you?”
“You’ve lost weight since I last saw you, munchkin,” the man stealing her ice cream said to her, seeming awfully familiar with her.#p#分页标题#e#
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t place them. She knew they’d been at her graduation. So had many other people.
“Are you Kim’s friends?” Several of them snorted and turned away from her. What was wrong with everyone?
“You know who I am, Charlotte.” His voice drifted over her, startling her into full arousal.
“I don’t know.”
“One night four years ago you came to a bar. A bikers’ bar. Do you remember?”
Charlotte listened, and she recalled her sister nagging to go out and party. The bar was dark with naked girls dancing around. She remembered that sex was on display in every corner.
“I see you remember.”
“I don’t remember anything. It was all a dream. A bad horrible dream. Now get out before I call the police!” she screamed.
His men guarded the door while he moved her farther into the room.
“My god, you’re still innocent,” he said, sniffing the air.
“That’s none of your business,” she argued, covering her body with the robe.
Charlotte kept moving backward until her back hit the wall. She cried out as he pounced, trapping her between his rock-hard body and the brick behind her.
“Let me go,” she whimpered.
“I can’t do that.”
He pressed his body against her pelvis, and she gasped. He was hard as steel, scorching her through her clothing.
“Fuck. I’ve got to taste you.” He pressed his nose against her neck.
In the next instant, sharp teeth bit into her neck.
Charlotte caved under his attack. The pain and the connection with his body drove the images into a freeze frame. All the memories of that night four years before resurfaced and bombarded her mind. She remembered everything, including his name. Micah.
With a force she didn’t know she possessed, she threw Micah away from her. Blood trailed down her neck. She touched the blood with the tip of her finger.
“What the fuck are you?” she asked, outraged.
The other men in the room stared at her.