Page 19 of Fated Obsessions

“Thank you,” she said softly. “You’ve made this day… memorable.”

My heart raced, my canines tingling to make it even more memorable for the both of us.

“How strange we just met, yet I feel like I’ve known you forever.” The way she spoke was soft, absent, and as her eyes widened, I realized she hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?” I asked before she could say anything, before she could try to shake this fated feeling she had within her.

My focus was on her lips, and I couldn’t help myself from feeling that gut-punch of arousal slam into me. There was no denying it or stopping it.

With the glow from the setting sun behind her, and her gorgeous face tipped up to look at me, the need to kiss her was so fucking strong. I curled my fingers into my palms and breathed out slowly, my nails turning into claws as I started toshift.

“Okay,” she said almost breathlessly, no hesitation in her voice, and fuck did that make me even harder.

And when she lowered her eyes to my lips, I realized I was growling, the animal breaking free slightly. But she either didn’t hear the low rumble, or she was too caught up in the moment, because she didn’t react.

“I find myself,” she murmured, still staring at my lips, and I lifted a hand and brushed away a strand of hair that blew gentlyacross her cheek from the wind, “wanting to know more about you, to spend more time with you, Ren.” She closed her eyes, and her breath caught when my skin touched hers.

So receptive.

“And you will.”

She opened her eyes, and I saw the blue become brighter from her emotions… her arousal.

Yes, she would be mine. When the full moon hit, I was claiming my mate once and for all.

And I just hoped it didn’t have her running from me forever.

Chapter 15

Mikalina

Ren picked me up just ten minutes ago, pulling up to the cottage in a sleek, dark, definitely luxury car. He’d been climbing out as soon as I stepped outside, and I could see a little bit of disappointment on his face as I hadn’t waited for him. I knew it was because he wanted to come to the door and help me to the car, like the old-world gentleman I felt he was.

But now as I sat in the passenger seat, looking at the smooth interior, the scent of leather filling my nose, I couldn’t help but feel veryawareof him.

As in... embarrassingly aroused just by his presence.

The night was a bit chilly, and he turned the heater on, the warm gust of air moving across my knees. I didn’t know if I should dress up for dinner, even though we were going to his house, so I’d gone casual and kind of regretted that decision now.

I glanced over at him, the lights from the dashboard illuminating his masculinity, seeming to make him even more handsome, if that was possible. He wore dark slacks thatencased his big, muscular thighs perfectly. He wore a light-gray cashmere sweater, and underneath that, I could see a white dress shirt, the color crisp as it peeked out from underneath the collar, the bottom hem, and at the cuffs of his sweater.

God, a man shouldn’t look that good in clothing.

I could only imagine how he’d look completely naked.

Hard. Muscular. Golden skin. So much power.

I snapped my head forward, my cheeks feeling hot at the images of what he might look like with nothing on. I shifted on my seat, clenched my thighs together, and tried to tell myself this was dinner and not the start of a one-night stand.

And then of course thinking about sleeping with him just made my desire even worse.

Looking out the passenger side window, I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. The arousal I felt for him had been growing steadily over the last day. And it was insane to think I felt this out of control in my desire for a man I’d just met twenty-four hours ago.

But there was no denying it.

Ever since he’d taken me to the village and walked me back home, I felt the lust uncoiling inside me, as if it had been dormant this whole time, as if it had always been deep within me my entire life and he’d been the key to unlocking it.

And now being so close to him, smelling the addicting and concentrated scent of his masculinity, a dark and spicy aroma that had me embarrassingly wet between my thighs, I idly worried that maybe I wouldn’t be able to sit through an entire meal without eventually embarrassing myself.