Wolves' Bane (The Order of the Wolf, #3)(62)

Candy dropped her hand to her side with a shrug. “Listen, I’m not going to stay in here and bug you tonight. I get that you want to be left alone. I just wanted to bring you something to eat.” She walked to the door. “You should really have a shower, though. It’ll make you feel better. It always helps me when I’m feeling like a bucket of crap.” She smiled before leaving, closing the door behind her with a quiet thud.

I sighed and pushed myself off the bed. Candy was right—a shower would make me feel better. And if I wasn’t going to eat, at least I could make myself smell nicer.

Cal exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist and steam billowing out behind him. He ran his hand through his wet hair and smiled. Becca was seated on the bed, her jean-clad legs crossed and her eyes glued to his body.

“So you decided to come after all,” he drawled as he moved to lean against the short set of drawers.

Becca nodded. “Yep.”

He pushed himself to stand and moved over to her, grasping her hand on her lap while at the same time planting a kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, she stared up at him, her green eyes sparkling once again. He tugged her up and wrapped her arm around his waist, nudging her belly with his already hard erection.

Morgan.

The name caught in his throat as he lowered his lips to Becca’s cheek, bypassing her pouting lips to trail down to her neck. She shivered under his touch, pressing herself against him, rubbing her hard nipples along his bare chest.

She moaned as he ran his hand under her shirt to cup her breast, strumming her nipple as he continued to kiss her flesh. Good. Good. You can do this.

“Oh, Cal.” She gasped as she ground her hips against his cock. “Kiss me.”

Cal snagged her hair in his hand and pulled her head back, lifting his mouth from her neck so that he could stare down at her. With her lips parted, her breaths ragged and her eyes hooded, he could almost believe that he was about to take Morgan again—just as his body truly wanted. He lowered his mouth to kiss her and instead brought her hair up to meet his nose. As he inhaled, she ran her hands along the front of his body, snagging her fingers into the tight knot of his towel.

“Kiss me, Cal,” she breathed again.

He pulled himself away from her. It had been stupid of him to do it in the first place. Morgan had such a distinctive scent. One that called to him, stirred him up. Becca didn’t. Not that she didn’t smell nice—very flowery in fact—but she didn’t smell like Morgan. He stared down at her, willing his body to take her even if his mind was shifting him into a full dead stop. She opened her eyes wider and he realized suddenly that they weren’t the same color as Morgan’s, not anywhere close to chocolate brown. And her lips were almost too pouty, not at all proportioned like Morgan’s. It was those little things that Cal noticed as he held Becca. How her body didn’t fit his quite the same way and her breasts were a little too large.

He closed his eyes and sighed. Shit.

“What’s the matter?” Her voice suddenly sounded too nasally.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes, releasing her hair from his grasp and removing his hand from under her shirt. He pried her hands from his semi-hard cock, which she had freed from the towel only moments before.

“I’m sorry, Becca. I’ve made a mistake.” He leaned down and snatched his jeans from the floor where he’d left them and quickly pulled them on.

Becca stood with her arms crossed, her bottom lip quivering. “A mistake?”

He sighed and moved toward her again, pulling her into his embrace and staring down into her eyes as he quickly etched a spell on her. “You won’t remember any of this in the morning. Instead, you’ll think you had too much to drink and didn’t want to drive home,” he whispered as her eyes slid closed and her body went limp. He laid her on the bed, then finished dressing.

It was useless to battle it. He just couldn’t do it. He could not betray Morgan, even if it was what she wanted, and he was tired of fighting against nature. He needed to be with his Huntress. He needed to stop avoiding his duty to her, convince her that he could be the man she needed him to be. And if she was destined to betray him, then he would deal with it. Why deny himself the only true happiness he’d ever know when time was running out? The battle with Lazarus was a little more than a week away and he needed to be with Morgan, bonded with her in every possible way.

With one last look around the room, he grabbed his bike keys and helmet then left, making sure that the door locked behind him. Now that he knew he was going back to her, he couldn’t seem to get there fast enough. He donned his helmet and revved the engine before gunning out of the lot, hoping that after everything he’d done, Morgan would find some way to forgive him.





Chapter Thirty





Redemption


After my shower, which had made me feel better for about ten minutes, I slipped back into bed and fell fast asleep. So when the door to my room opened, I was in a state of total confusion, not knowing what time it was.

“Candy, I don’t want any company right now, okay? Just leave me alone.” My voice came out as a throaty grumble.

I felt the bed shift with the weight of someone heavy and bolted up, squinting into the limited light of the moon’s rays. “Cal?” I almost didn’t want to believe my eyes.