Chapter 62 MIND WAR (1)
WILLA’S POV
Gallahan studied my face, his gaze intense and unreadable. He spent a few seconds just staring at me, unmoving against the closed door.
To say it was unnerving would be a big understatement. The way he was looking at me made me want to squirm, as if his eyes were able to poke and prod at me with an incorporeal stick to make me unravel before him.
Finally, he broke his silence and said, “You say that, but you don’t look and sound sure. Why don’t you just jump straight to the biting part?”
My eyes fluttered close as I felt my ire starting to bubble in my blood. I inhaled deeply, trying to muster all my patience that I wasn’t sure I still had. After all, I was already emotionally wrung out from everything that transpired tonight.
And so, I was far from surprised when I found myself still growing irate.
“You told me yourself that we have no time to waste and that you've agreed to do this,” I said waspishly, opening my eyes to shoot him an annoyed glare. “But you’re the one who’s stalling and trying to wiggle your way out of this.”
“I am not doing either. I just don’t force myself on women, Willa.”
“You are not forcing yourself on me!” I argued. “I consented already. What more do you want?!”
“At least don’t look as if you are a pitiful rabbit about to be devoured by the big bad wolf.”
I couldn’t help but get defensive and bristle over the remark. “Fuck you. I am as much a wolf as you are.”
Gallahan hummed, and he went straight back to his staring once again.
It left me biting my inner cheek as I tried with all my might not to waver and look away under the intensity of his gaze.
Thankfully, this round didn’t last as long as the first one. He also seemed to reach a decision, given the way he expelled a long shaky breath. It brought with it the tension that had been on the lines of his entire body since he entered the room.
“Prove it,” he goaded in a low, seductive whisper. “Why don’t you take the lead tonight then?”
He finally moved away from the door and sauntered towards me. But he walked past me and sat down on the bed with a careless plop, the mattress dipping and slightly bouncing under his weight.
Unconsciously, as if there was a gravitational pull between us, I moved to cater to his casual yet deliberate movements. I ended up standing between his spread legs, looming over him. Then he leaned back a little, letting his hands rest behind him to support his weight.
“Go on,” he murmured, sounding uncharacteristically gentle. Yet, his words also managed to come across as alluring. “Take the lead. Go at your own pace. Do whatever you want.”
He angled his head to one side, baring his neck in pure submission.
Oh, damn it all.
He was offering himself to me.
My breath hitched as carnal desire roared to life in my veins, setting every nerve in my body aflame.
Tentatively, I lifted a hand, reached out, and dared to thread my fingers through the soft strands of his hair.
I let my nails scratch his scalp lightly, and it earned me an appreciative hum in return.
Oh, bloody fucking hell.
My mouth had gone impossibly dry, and I longed to wet it with his saliva.
How filthy was I? And how filthier could I get because of this man?
But I didn’t have the time nor the capacity to care. Not when Gallahan was surrendering himself to me. Not when he was giving me permission to do as I pleased.
It was a fantasy come to life.
I had spent all of my heats for the last six years with nothing but my hand, my toys and my imagination to accompany me, so I knew well enough what I wanted to do to him.
“Go on, Willa,” he encouraged again, his voice still as hushed. “Do not hesitate. I will be at your mercy tonight.”
He didn’t have to say anything more.
My hold on his hair tightened a little, and I used it to tilt his head back exactly the way I wanted.
He gazed at me, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown in want. Flecks of gold were starting to shimmer in his irises; it was a tell-tale sign of his inner wolf lurking just under the surface.
Swallowing down the last shred of my hesitation, I hitched my dress up and claimed his lap as if it was my rightful throne, settling my knees on either side of his thighs. Then finally, I pressed my lips on his.
He once again let out a hum, responding to the kiss by slightly parting his mouth for me.
Greedily, knowing this wouldn’t happen again, I sucked and nibbled on his lower lip before plundering his mouth with my tongue.