Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d grabbed her and had my mouth on her. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled. I dipped my tongue between her lips and my dick hardened to steel when she moaned into my mouth. Her fingers tugged at my hair and knocked my hat off.
I stumbled farther into the room with her in my arms, barely on her feet. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip as we stumbled again but she made no apologies for it. Instead, she moaned and stroked her tongue across it. Mine.
I reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her. Then, I dropped us both onto her couch. I covered her, being sure to keep my weight on my knees on either side of her, and found her mouth again.
Daisy was hot passion and lust under her reserved exterior. She writhed under me like a belly dancer, twisting her hips all around until she had me gripping the arm of the couch behind her head with all of my might. I pinned her hips down with the weight of mine and rubbed into her.
She wrapped her arms around me and moaned louder. “Michael.”
Hearing my name on her lips, sounding thick and heavy with desire, nearly did me in. I pushed into her kiss harder and then moved down her throat until I was poised over her neck with my teeth bared.
Daisy stilled under me and then made a whimpering sound. “Michael? Michael!”
I snapped to attention seconds before I sank my teeth into her neck. I realized that I’d started shifting on top of her and jumped off. I was across the room in a fraction of a second, staring at her, panic etching my features into something I was sure wasn’t pretty.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I pulled my hands down my face roughly and blew out a shaky breath. My dick was still rock hard, straining against my jeans, my heart was racing painfully in my chest, and I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon.
There was Daisy, spread out on the couch like some kind of virginal sacrifice. Her little lacy white dress was pushed up her thighs and her mouth was red and swollen from our kisses. Her blue eyes were wide with shock, and trained on me like laser beams.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to do. I hadn’t shifted without there being a huge threat of danger in years. Not since I was twelve. My body was so revved up. My bear, who never did anything but kill and destroy, was scratching at my skin, trying to get out. He’d almost succeeded while I was distracted. I shuddered at the thought of what he’d do to a sweet little thing like Daisy.
“Michael, what just happened?”
I felt trapped. I had to get out of here. I moved towards the door, terrified that I wouldn’t be strong enough to keep him inside. “Nothing. I have to go.”
She stood up and started to come closer to me, but I held up my hands. “Stay over there, Daisy. Please. I’m sorry.”
I rushed out of her house and to my truck. I needed as much distance between us as possible. It was all too much. Too much feeling and too much danger for me to be close to her. I should’ve known better. Dammit! I did know better. I was stupid to think that I could have a mate. I was more monster than man. I didn’t deserve a mate.
Just as I pressed down on the gas pedal to get the hell out of there, I glanced back and saw Daisy watching me from her front door. A sharp pain stabbed my chest and I knew I was fucked. I couldn’t be with her because I’d hurt her, but being away from her would slowly kill me.
*****Daisy*****
I watched as Michael high-tailed it away from my house and I let my fear get the best of me for a second. I slammed the door shut and rested my back against it. My chest was heaving and it wasn’t from the sexual excitement. Michael was different. I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t make sense of it. But, I knew it as sure as I knew my own name.
I’d seen his eyes change a different color and fur erupt all over his arms. His teeth had come forward and he’d been growling like some sort of wild animal. Mostly, though, he’d immediately looked so terrified and alarmed that I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
I went to the kitchen and turned the stove off before grabbing a bottle of wine from my fridge and pouring myself a glass. Had I really seen that? Was Michael not…human?
I thought about all of the paranormal romance books I read in my free time and shook my head. No way. Werewolves and things like that didn’t exist. My mind prodded me, sending images of Michael over and over again.
Maggie said people whispered about him being a killer. What if he was some kind of werewolf?
I tried to carry on like nothing had happened, but I couldn’t focus. After trying to store my dumpling leftovers in my blender, I decided I needed to face whatever had just happened head on. I couldn’t get his face out of my head. I just wanted to talk to him and figure out the truth, otherwise, I was going to drive myself insane thinking all kinds of craziness.