Page 31 of Primal Bonds 1

“Okay,” he said, chuckling in amusement, and then he turned on his heel.

I quickly rushed back into the en suite and rinsed my mouth. Then I left the room. In the open-plan living-dining-kitchen, Adam was already cutting out a slice of what looked like chocolate cake and placing that onto a small plate. I eagerly went to sit on the bar stool and gazed at the delicious-looking dessert, my mouth watering.

When he was done with the cutting, he slid the plate across the countertop toward me and said, “There you go.” Then turning around, he asked, “Coffee? Or hot cocoa?”

The word hot cocoa reminded me of Mom. She used to make that for Kuro, Aka, and me before bed.

Emotion playing havoc at the memories, I cleared my throat and said, “Hot cocoa… Please.”

“Hot cocoa it is, then,” he said.

I picked up the small dessert fork and sliced it through the chocolate cake. Then I put the piece into my mouth, and I sighed, feeling so much bliss. I took another, and again, I sighed in wonder.

Adam turned to look at me, and because of that strange dark look in his eyes, I tensed. Fuck. Why was I going tense so suddenly? Adam wasn’t going to hurt me but…

I sneaked a peek at his face again, but he was alreadyturning away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe that dark look was just my imagination.

I continued enjoying the cake, and Adam gave me my cup of hot cocoa. I eagerly took it and then sipped, again sighing pleasantly. Then I ate more of the cake, simply enjoying it.

Adam was drinking his coffee, a smile on his lips as he watched me. Then he leaned forward and, instead of ruffling my hair like I expected him to, he stroked my fox ears.

This wonderful, warm, feel-good liquid sensation washed over me, and I involuntarily gave out a low, soft moan, my eyes half closed. It felt so damn good. I couldn’t help myself and nestled my head against his hand, begging for more. Adam must have understood because he continued to stroke me in that gentle way of his.

Oh, fuck, it felt so good, and my head was in a daze now. I felt myself going weak, and I dropped the fork. Then I raised both hands and wrapped them around Adam’s forearm, half hugging it, as I continued to moan softly, my face flushing hot. I raised my gaze to his, and strangely enough, I wanted to be close to Adam. I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine and…

I moved my face toward his as he, too, inched toward me, his eyes dark. Oh, shit, Adam was gorgeous—those dark eyes and those sensual lips and…

“Fuck!” he said, and then…

I felt his lips crush against mine and his tongue plunge straight into my slightly opened mouth.

I felt myself trembling from head to toe as Adamkissed me—deeply and passionately, his tongue wild inside my mouth, playing havoc with mine.

I groaned softly, feeling so damn overwhelmed with these new types of sensations and emotions I have never felt before as he wrapped his hand at the back of my neck. When he sucked at my tongue, a strange, new image emerged in my head, along with a sense of warmth that made my whole being feel alive.

Within the darkness was a man with wolf ears and a large, fluffy tail, his form glowing. As he moved in close, he whispered softly, “Sorry if I’m doing this without your consent, but it’s to save your life, little one.” He opened his mouth, releasing a haze of glowing light-blue smoke, and then he planted his lips against mine.

I blinked.

What is this image? Why is it in my head?

Adam must have noticed I had gone still because he swiftly moved back. He cupped my face and said, his voice hoarse, “Shit, I’m sorry, Shiro.”

Still sitting there frozen, I just stared at him blindly.

Adam.That man with wolf ears and tail, that’s Adam, right?Because he has Adam’s face.

“Shiro?” he called out, but his voice felt so far away. “Shiro?” he called again. His fingers digging deep into my hair, he said, his voice more urgent this time, “Shiro, look at me!”

I jolted and finally focused my vision on him.

“You okay?” he asked.

I stared at him for a moment, and then I took in a deep breath. Hesitantly, I nodded.

“I’m sorry, Shiro. I…” He sighed. “It won’t happen again.” He stroked my head then, gently like the way Mom would stroke me when she was worried about me. “Now, why don’t you go to bed?”

Bed. Yes, I should go to bed, shouldn’t I?