Chapter 45

FENRIS

Washing off the fresh blood from my shoulders and hips, I barely wince at the pain from the wounds, debating about the problem of my mate's heat. It feels like fate has taken the decision out of our hands and tossed this heat thing to speed up our mating. I can't see her in pain like that and I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I go near her, her scent calls out to something primitive in me, and then I will lose my temper when she accuses me of rape.

I can almost see all the images dancing in front me.

A knock on the bathroom door startles me from my thoughts and quickly I grab the towel from the rack, covering myself just in time as the door opens. Fuck! I forgot to lock the door.

She stands just inside the bathroom in my shirt which is torn from the sleeves. Her pants seem to have disappeared.

"The pants feel like ants crawling on my skin so I removed them," she answers my unasked question maybe because I am staring at her never ending smooth looking legs. I look up to see a