Page 52 of Rejected By a Wolf
He once believed Giselle was everything Sophia wasn’t, but he was wrong to have believed that. Because Sophia was, in fact, everythingGisellewasn’t
Sophia didn’t carry herself with the same grace as Giselle, but gods, she didn’t care enough to try to be graceful. He loved that about her. Sophia didn’t spend her days trying to attract men, she spent them fighting for what she cared about.
And, unlike Giselle, Sophia didn’t judge him for being a werewolf. Not only that, she didn’t judge the beast inside him. The one he had difficulty controlling.
How the fuck did Antonio not see it before?
She’s mine.
When it came down to it, he’d choose Sophia over Giselle without question.
Even now, the way her hair - messily braided to the side - refracted the sunlight, or the way her almond eyes looked at him with undeterred determination, drove him wild.
She’s mine.
Sophia was his and he’d be damned if he let her go.
He knew without a doubt that he’d never let her go. Thankfully, he didn’t realize this too late. She was still here and within his grasp. He’d make sure he wouldn’t lose his grasp on her again.
When Sophia brushed past him, her warm body grazing against his, he couldn’t stop his cock from stirring.
His attraction to her was undeniable. It always had been. He had been trying so hard to ignore it, wrongly believing he shouldsave himself for Giselle. He wouldn’t deny that attraction any longer.
Thankfully, he knew she was attracted to him as well. He only had to get her to stop ignoring him.
He followed behind her, watching as her hips swayed with every step she took, her pants hugging her perfectly taut ass. Gods, he could hardly believe he denied his need for her for this long.
He started forward, coming to a stride beside her, unable to take his eyes off her.
Despite him holding some sort of grudge over Casper for the way Sophia too often looked at him, Antonio still needed the elf’s help. If Casper couldn’t find a loophole in the tournament then Antonio could never begin a life with Sophia. How could he if only one of them could survive this tournament?
He needed that elf. His happiness depended on it.
Once this tournament was over Antonio planned on courting Sophia appropriately. He refused to scare Sophia off by telling her she was his mate too soon. The last time he told a fey she was his mate things didn’t work out so well. He certainly didn’t want his past to repeat itself.
Eventually Sophia would come to accept that the two of them were destined to be together. Until then, Antonio he needed to find a way to distance himself from her during the full moon, which was only three days away.
“Why are you looking at me that way? Am I doing something wrong?” Sophia eyed him suspiciously as they made their way into the tunnels, the gate closing behind them. It wasn’t until that moment that Antonio realized how hard he had been staring at her.
How could he possibly look away from her ever again?
“Do something wrong? You could never.”
“Sure, whatever you say.” She smirked, not seeming to believe him. Gods, even her simple smirk nearly sent him over the edge. He couldn’t help but eye the mud that stained her body, picturing himself washing it off her later.
Yes, she’d get the bath she wanted, but he’d be the one giving it to her. The thought made him stir, his growing erection pulsing beneath his pants.
“I could never? Did you hit your head?”
He was hardly listening, the beast inside him rousing, calling for her.
“I’m fairly certain I didn’t hit my head.” As they walked down the tunnel, littered with antsy competitors, he noticed the doors open to one of the room ahead of them. He prayed that room was empty, unable to contain the urges that gripped him much longer.
Only one way to know.
When they reached that room he didn’t waist a second before reaching for her hand and pulling her into the room, which he was pleased to see was empty.
“What are you doing?” She stumbled in behind him, caught completely off guard. He didn’t blame her, considering he had given her no warning before pulling her off course.