What the hell was so bad about me that he didn’t even so much as ask if I wanted to have sex during the climax, to end it faster?
“Fine.” I gritted the word out, striding toward the stairs. My body’s response to the man’s presence was impossible to ignore, but I tried not to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would make me feel like I’d let him win, and I wasn’t letting the bastard win.
Since I was coated in dirt, I stepped into the bathroom before slamming the door behind myself, my anger only rising with every moment.
He was really that unattracted to me.
It shouldn’t have pissed me off as much as it did, but damn, it did.
I turned the shower on, hoping the hot water would melt away my pissy attitude, and there was a harsh knock on the door a moment later.
“What?” I growled back.
There was a moment’s pause. “You’re free to do what you want, but you should know, your hand isn’t going to be able to relieve the pressure. It’s a mate thing—we’re the only ones who can make it easier on each other.” The words were stiff, and I could tell that even Zed found the topic awkward.
“Great,” I shot back.
There was another pause, and then I heard his footsteps in the hall, before his door closed hard behind him.
My head crashed into the shower’s wall.
Dammit.
This whole thing was a mess.
And I was so freakin’ horny.
I showered quickly, taking a little time to test out Zed’s theory that I couldn’t take care of my own sexual needs. That one was proven right ten minutes later, when I only felt even more frustrated than I had earlier.
Dammit, being horny and unable to fix it was infuriating.
Turning off the water, I dried quickly. My eyes barely even brushed over the bite scar on my bicep that the asshole across the hall had given me.
I crossed the hallway in half a second, slamming that door too. My whole freakin’ body was throbbing.
How did anyone ignore that?
The bathroom door shut again, and I knew Zed had gone inside. My clothes weren’t in his bedroom, so I crossed the hall to the spare, and found my suitcase open on the bed.
The weirdness of that didn’t so much as cross my mind as I pulled a pair of clothes out and yanked them over my body. Everything I had was dirty, and had been for weeks. There hadn’t been time to stop at a laundromat often; Zed’s wolf could catch me pretty damn easily.
My body was pissed, though, flooded with absolutely brutal need, so thoroughly that I couldn’t even think about anything else.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, where someone had left it plugged in, I hit the button to call Del and then began pacing the room.
“Hey, Jay. Up and moving again?” She sounded so damned happy.
“Do we have to stay near each other during the climax?” I growled into the phone.
“Wow, you’re already in the climax?”
“Delly,” I practically snarled.
“No, you don’t have to stay together. But your wolf will probably take over and run to his if you go too far. You’re not riding it out together? Banging fun bits and whatnot?”
“He’s not interested. See ya.” I hung up, shoving my phone in the pocket on my leggings.
My keys were on the nightstand—perfect.