I expect Klaus to say something, but he doesn’t. He lifts our hands and looks at them, almost like he doesn’t remember grabbing on to me. He releases me and then sits back down at the table. I have so many questions, but I don’t know where to start or even if I should open my mouth at this point. I expect him to say something, explain his actions, but he doesn’t. He sits down and finishes his food, as if his brother didn’t just announce that an evil animal is on the hunt for me.
Chapter 8
Klaus
After Ronan left, I finished eating my food. I could see the way that Mona moved around the cabin and kept making little noises that she was chomping at the bit to ask me what I’m thinking. I kept waiting on her to get up the nerve, but she doesn’t do it.
When I finish my meal, she tries to take my dishes from me, but I don’t let her. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”
She stands next to me while I wash the dishes and I hand them to her to dry. She stacks each plate and starts putting them away.
After we eat, I give her some of my clothes. She may be curvy, but my clothes still dwarf her body. I’d rather she smell like me and not like a wolf; it will make her harder to track.
“Don’t go outside,” I tell her before I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. When I come out, I have only shorts on, but I’m about to fall over on my feet. I have to get some sleep. Especially for what I know is coming. There’s no way my dad is not going to interfere and if I’m going to have to face him, I need to get some sleep first.
I go to the bedroom, leaving her on the couch. I know there are questions that need to be answered, but I just can’t do it right now.
As soon as I lie down, I’m covered in her scent. She was in my bed, I know it. My length hardens in my shorts just thinking of her lying in my bed. I plump up the pillow and force my eyes closed. It’s no time after my head hits the pillow that I’m falling asleep, and dreaming of Mona.
It could be minutes or hours later before I wake up to darkness. When I first open my eyes, I think I imagined a noise, unsure of what woke me up. The sound of heavy breathing has me turning to the side and I find Mona next to me, touching herself. I adjust my eyes to the darkness and watch her, my cock growing in length just from the smell of her arousal.
Is this repayment again?
“Do you think I want a woman that doesn’t want me? Do you think I don’t have plenty of women willing to warm my bed?”
Her hand stops but she doesn’t pull it out from between her legs. Her eyes are wide and I can see the whites of them in the darkness. “I didn’t think you’d wake up. You were sleeping so deeply. I’m sorry… I wasn’t trying to do anything. It’s just that I haven’t felt those kinds of feelings since…”
Even though she doesn’t say it, I know she means since before Mandala took her.
She licks her lips. “I want you so bad, Klaus. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”
I watch her. She’s just lying there but her chest is raising and falling as if she’s run a marathon. I know I should stop her. I know I should walk away from her, but I can’t.
“Finish,” I tell her, my voice deep and demanding.
“What?” she asks, even though I know she heard me. She knows what I’m talking about.
“Finish. I want to watch you.” For a second, I think she’s going to deny me, she’s going to deny us both. But she surprises me when she holds her hips in the air, sliding the jogging pants I had given her down her legs and off her feet. When she lies back down, her bottom half is naked and I lean up on my elbow to take her all in.
“The rest of it. Take it off. I want to see it all.” As soon as I say it, she’s pulling my shirt from her body and she lies back, completely naked. Her round breasts are pert, and her nipples are tight. I lean over just barely and blow my hot breath across her uncovered breasts. Her whole body trembles and her hips raise off the bed.
Satisfied, knowing how she reacts to me, I tell her again, “Finish.”
She looks like she might question me or disagree, but instead her hand slides down her belly, her legs fall apart and she slips her fingers into her slick folds. Her wet core is the only sound in the room. She slides her finger through her channel and then strokes the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound. I lift up, scooting down the bed, wanting a closer look. As I move, she stops and I slap lightly on her thigh. “Don’t stop.”