Heaven Cent’s Reviews > Chasing the Wild > Status Update

An immediate sensation roars in, demanding my attention, even in my out-of-body state. I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this. She belongs to me. I can’t let her go. Even though I have to. A curse that I’ve been given and have to damn well learn to survive, now that I’ve allowed myself one sip and gotten drunk off the poisoned chalice of knowing what it’s like to claim her.

No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.

“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”

Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair. “Fuck it.” His mouth crashes against mine.

“Then tell me why every night is a battle, Layla. Tell me why I have to damn near lock my own door.” “Why would you—” His gritty noise cuts me off. “Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmurs. Little does this girl know, she could never. “You won’t. Now, just take a deep breath for me, baby.”

“Go easy on me, ok?” Layla breathes. I don’t know what comes over me, but as I help swing her up into the saddle, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I promise, I can be gentle.”

“I’m taking it you certainly know how to get there, then?” I’m about done with all of this and have half a mind to just toss this girl the boxes right here in the middle of the cafe and let him come and get them from his fuck buddy. She just gives me a coy smile and smacks her gum loudly. “Might have been there before. But you’re a bit young for him, ain’t you?”

“A friend, hmm?” He mulls the word over. “Is that the kind of friend that comes with a dick, or without one?” Well, fuck. Is he asking if I have a boyfriend? “Uhh. No friend.” I chew my cheek a little. “Boys my age aren’t worth my time, I find.” That makes his eyes snap up to mine. Oh, holy hell, I might as well just wave a big sign that says please fuck me I’m single with that kind of statement.