The wildness of it.
The intensity of the coupling.
The weight of his need. And, eventually, the bearing of his child.
Now, though, the answer was much more complex. He had all of the above at his fingertips now. He could sense the strength running through Willa like a vein of iron ore in the earth's crust. She might be a virgin, but she was innately sexual. If he chose, he could bend her to his will with a few heated words and a few well-placed touches. She might not like him for it, but she wouldn't long be able to deny her body's appreciation of his touch.
After meeting her face-to-face, though, that didn't seem like enough anymore. Now he wanted her unconditional surrender. For her to be as caught up as he was, wild, and totally free. He wanted her to come to him. And if she bent to his will, it would be because she wanted to do it.
He yanked his shirt overhead and tossed it to the side before stripping off his gym pants. He winced as his cock bobbed forward, swollen and aching.
He turned the shower faucet to cold and stepped into the icy spray with a growl. And when that did nothing to ease the situation, he took his cock in hand and worked himself to a quick, efficient orgasm, grunting as his hot seed spurted against the wet tiles.
Even then, the relief was short-lived. As he lathered his body, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have Willa do the job for him. Need pooled to his loins again, hot blood rushing to fill his member, and he let out a low groan.
Aye, he would continue to wait until his little wolf came to him. Wide-awake and fully committed.
But Jesus, it was going to be a long, painful wait.
Chapter 2
A few nights in bed with a dragon, and suddenly she was like a horny teenage boy.
Willa wrung her hands as she stared out the bedroom window, skin still hot with embarrassment and something else she refused to name.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with getting her slut on. In fact, getting in touch with her sexuality had been one of her closely guarded fantasies for years. She would daydream of finding another pack that didn’t feel compelled to dictate who she mated with. She’d watch shows like Sex In the City and True Blood and be so jealous that those girls could go to a club, see a man they wanted and sleep with him if they felt like it. Make their own decisions, whether they were mistakes or not.
But, no. She’d had to stay “pure” for the future alpha in yet another backwater, stupid-ass tradition that only the most conservative of packs held dear.
And now look at her. So repressed and backed up sexually that, as mad as she was and as terrible as the past few days had been, she’d woken up grinding against her nemesis like some chick named Bambi at the local strip club on a guy holding a fistful of dollar bills.
Humiliation, two.
Willa, zero.
“Arggg.”
She flopped back onto the bed and grabbed one of the pillows from the defunct pillow-wall that had failed as a barrier between her and Drake and covered her face with it.
So now what? Drake thought he was the big swinging dick on campus, which made sense, since she’d practically thrown herself at him.
Twice.
Maybe she’d take him down a peg or two and explain that it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her situation. But the lie revealed itself to her instantly as the memory of his skilled hands on her body reared its head, sending a bolt of need running straight to her core.
She tossed the pillow aside and sat up, one ear cocked for the sound of the shower turning off. There was no point in thinking about the other night. Or this morning even, although the tips of her ears burned as she recalled the very moment she realized she’d woken up with a handful of his meat and potatoes.
Nope. She was going to focus on the right now. And, right now, she needed to get ready to go into town. She’d done her grieving for what was lost and it was time to get serious about escaping. Their little shopping jaunt would, at the very least, create an opportunity to make a phone call so she could get the wheels in motion.
A flood of pain washed over her as she realized with a start that, even if she did manage to get a moment away from him and find a phone to use, she had no one to call. When she’d tried to reach out mentally to Grey, her alpha and former fiancé, she’d been stunned and heartsick when she’d realized their connection—and her connection to her other packmates—had been severed.
Was that a bi-product of she and her parents leaving, or had he cut her off from her brethren? She didn’t know, but it hardly mattered. The result was the same. The only family she had now was her parents, and calling them was out of the question. Eventually, she would face them and demand an explanation for what they’d done to her. But now? When she needed help escaping, she couldn’t risk it. They were more likely to bring her right back to Drake than they were to lend a hand. They couldn’t be trusted.