54- Provocations in the Dark
POV Edric Eldoria:
"She only told me that your favorite dish is sarmale, which, by coincidence, is one of my best skills in the kitchen. So I felt like eating it and made it for myself. Nothing more."
I stomped toward the kitchen. There wasn’t a single pot on the stove, nor in the oven, nowhere. She had cooked, cleaned, and put everything away. And, indeed, there was nothing left for me.
I yanked open the fridge, fury burning in every pore of me. Other than a pitcher of milk and a few fruits, there was nothing ready. I grabbed the milk and drank it straight from the jug in long gulps.
I was still hungry when I finished, but not as much as before. Enough to fool my stomach for one night, before Nicoleta came the next morning to make breakfast.
I spread my hands over the cold stone counter and leaned forward, glaring at her. Lunara was still in the same position as before, eating one roll after another, with such satisfaction it was almost pathetic.
"Your second heat is approaching," I said.
"I know," she replied, without looking at me.
"Did you already ask Lyris for the herbs?"
"Yes."
I tilted my head to the side, never taking my eyes off her. Her hair was tied in a loose bun on top of her head, and the absence of a mark on her slender neck irritated me—but worse, it tormented my wolf.
"We could also solve it another way," I teased, lowering my gaze to the curve of her breasts showing faintly through the thin-strap blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples pressed against the dark fabric.
"You will never touch me again," she hissed.
A smile spread across my face. That exact defiance was what I had been waiting for. I released pheromones into the air, calling her to me. The omegas only did that when in heat, while alphas could at any time, but only in short bursts.
She froze, rigid. Slowly, she turned her head toward me, her eyes sharpening on me.
"What are you doing?"
I exhaled a bit more of my scent. A moan escaped her lips. She clutched the plate, slid her legs down, pressing them tightly together. The smell of her arousal spread, stinging my nose, her desire reaching me. Strong, intense, pure.
I growled, demanding her attention.
"Can’t control your body, little wolf?" I asked, raising a brow.
Her jaw muscle twitched, tense. She rose stiffly, walked over to my side, and placed the plate in the sink.
"Can you stop that?"
I let out more pheromones.
"Stop what?" I blinked slowly.
A pink flush tinged her pale cheeks and her breathing grew heavier. I focused, listening to the accelerated beat of her heart.
"You’re such an asshole," she spat through clenched teeth. My smile widened.
"Just because you’re dying to ride my cock again?"
Her lips curled into a fleeting smile.
"I’d rather fuck every single male in your pack than sleep with you again," she purred.
"Is that so?" I mocked, exhaling my scent harder.
The odor of my pheromones dominated the air, replacing every other smell, even the freshly cooked food.
Lunara gripped the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, as if trying to focus.
I leaned closer to her.
"And is it my men you’re thinking about now? Because I can smell your arousal." I licked my lips. "If you want to be my dinner…"
I was hard too, my cock straining against the rough denim. Fucking would help me relax and make me sleep better. Lunara was an omega and she was here. She’d serve me, just as I’d serve her. Simple.
She opened her eyes and turned to me. She stayed silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"I’m sorry you’re so desperate for sex that you have to spread pheromones to force an omega. Are you running out of options in your pack, or did the she-wolves finally figure out what a bastard you are?"
I bared my teeth in a grimace.
"There are plenty of options," I roared, furious.
She turned her back, walked around the counter, and shot me a look over her shoulder. The mischievous smirk never left her lips.
"Is that so?" she shot back, throwing my own words right back at me. She stopped at the foot of the stairs with her hand on the railing. "Like I said, I’d rather fuck every one of your males, as long as none of them is you."
A furious growl escaped me. I caught my reflection in the glass and noticed my eyes glowing gold. My wolf had awoken at Lunara’s provocations, and he didn’t look happy at all.
Laughing even harder, the wretch pushed herself upward, disappearing up the stairs.
I slammed my fist on the counter.
What a brilliant idea, provoking that damn wolf. In the end, the one who ended up hard, pissed off, unsatisfied, and without a pussy was me.
I glanced at her plate and stole the last roll of sarmale. I couldn’t stop the gasp of surprise and satisfaction when the flavor touched my tongue.
To make things worse, she cooked fucking well.
Hungry, aroused, and unsatisfied, I headed for my room. Sleeping was all I had left.