Running Free (Woodland Creek)(19)

I know I should talk to Otis about it, but quite frankly, I’m afraid to admit it aloud. Instead, I beat myself up inside about it.

I’ll never imprint again on anyone else. I ruined my chances of love because my heart foolishly chose a human.

With a sigh, I snatch my tooth brush and then start preparing for my date. On the night before the full moon, with a human I’m extremely attracted to and accidentally imprinted on, and to a date at his house. It all seems disastrous. I worry what will happen but my body thrums in excitement.

A part of me wants to let him f*ck me until I can’t walk anymore.

The sane part of me knows this isn’t a good idea.

However, here I am primping and getting ready for our date. At least Suzie will be there. I can’t very well do anything too stupid with a little girl around.

I let out a rush of relieved breath and dig around in my closet in search for something remotely date-appropriate. Everything I own is bordering on goth — not sexy. Eventually though, I find a pair of skinny jeans, black boots, and a charcoal-grey sweater that hangs off my shoulder.

Dropping my robe from after my shower, I walk over to the corner mirror in my bedroom. I lift a brow in shock to see my boobs appear bigger.

“No way… ” I groan and yank a bra from my drawer.

I attempt to stuff my swollen tits in the bra only to conclude that I am, as Luca said, in heat. My body is overwhelmed with physical changes because of it too.

Raging hormones.

Huge breasts.

An ache low in my pelvic region that couldn’t even be relieved by masturbation last night.

Shit!

This is a terrible idea. I’ll end up mauling Gun with my hormonal ass.

I try on a few more bras until I determine that I can’t wear a single one. The doorbell rings and in haste, I tug on my sweater sans bra and finish dressing. Otis took Suzie to the diner for ice cream while I got ready for my date so I know I’ll need to answer the door.

When I finally reach the front door and sling it open, I’m irritated to see Luca standing there. His massive hulk frame fills my doorway and my body physically responds. But in an annoyed way. Last night, I was drawn to him and considered f*cking him. Now, ever since I f*cking imprinted on Gun, Luca doesn’t have control over my animal cravings.

“What are you doing here?” I grumble out in greeting.

His eyes flit past me and survey the house before he regards me with a serious stare. “I was on a drive when my inner animal snapped to attention and the next thing I knew, I was pulling into your driveway. At first I sensed you were in trouble — a foreshadowing if you will that someone was here to hurt you. But now, I can see that my wolf was just horny, and he wanted to f*ck.”

He’s handsome as ever — the man kills it in the looks department but I no longer have the urge to jump his bones.

“Jesus, Frankie. You smell so damn good. As soon as I pulled up to the house, I could pick up your scent. It’s thick and delicious. Let me take care of you,” he says with a growl.

The noise reverberates down to my core and I wonder if I can just f*ck him. Then, I could get Gun out of my head and wouldn’t try to ride his dick the second I saw him. Gun and I won’t work. He’s a human and I’m a f*cking animal.

But Luca?

He’s an animal too…

“Luca,” I purr and force myself forward into his waiting arms. “I’m aching so badly.”

His massive hands seize my hips and I shudder from his touch. Fucking shudder. I yelp when his mouth finds my neck and his impressive dick presses into my belly through his jeans.

“God, I missed you,” he hisses against my neck.

Bile rises in my throat and I swallow it down. I can do this. I can break whatever it is I created between Gun and I. Luca will sever that tie. We’ve f*cked a million times and he always has a way of stealing my mind away from everything.

His hand slips under my shirt and cups my tender breast. “Shit, Frankie. You’re so ripe and supple. Chicks have the best orgasms while in heat. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I whimper when his thumb slides over my nipple. But the moment I start to imagine what Luca will do next, a cold bucket of water in my head sobers me. Gun’s questioning eyes are in the forefront of my mind. They turn angry and jealous. And it turns me on.

But not for Luca.

It makes me want Gun all the more.

“Luca, stop.”

He pulls away and glares down at me. Lust swims in his eyes but I know he’d never do anything I don’t want to do. He may be a cheating ass, but he’s a good guy deep down.

“Something’s different, Frankie. Is it him?”

I nod and tears well in my eyes. Luca has never seen me so vulnerable. With him, it’s always been naughty f*cking and sexy banter. Never real conversations or real feelings.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice is tight and the rage ripples from him. All I’d have to do is nod my head, and he’d haul ass over there and rip his throat out.

“No, God no,” I promise.

A tear slides out and in a tender move, uncharacteristic for Luca, he frowns and swipes it away. “Then what? Tell me.”

“I think I imprinted on him.”

His grey eyes harden and he swallows. Dipping down, he presses his forehead against mine. “I’m a f*cking *. A stupid f*cking *. I had you and now I never will again.”