Page 71 of Wolf Unseen

I tried pushing past the definitely dumb wolf, but once again, he blocked me.

“Surely you can feel it too?” he whined. “Your burned sugar scent sends me crazy, little wolf. It makes me want to do bad things to you.”

“I hear you like slutty she-wolves with big tits.” I glared, angry that my brain had latched onto the idea of him doing bad things to me and was currently showing me a slideshow of what that would look like.

“Perhaps,” Tobias hedged, as a faint blush tinged his perfect cheeks. “But that’s all in the past, honey bunny. Now my cock only wants you.”

Stupid me couldn’t resist looking down at his groin. Call it temporary insanity. Tobias smirked.

“My very big cock.”

“I don’t like cocks,” I lied. Tobias’s smirk grew into a smug grin.

“Your sexy scent says otherwise, honey bunny.” He pressed closer, wedging me between his hard body and the shelf. I tried wriggling away, but it was fruitless. All that did was make him groan and prove his point about the size of his cock.

Fuck my life. If he didn’t let me go, I was in trouble.

“Sex is banned in the stacks,” I blurted, praying that the angry librarian would appear waving a magical stun gun.

But Tobias wasn’t listening. He sniffed my neck and then licked the skin below my ear.

“You smell amazing,” he rumbled. Unfortunately, so did he, leaving my self-control hovering on a knife’s edge.

I shivered as he slid his hands around my waist. Goddess, I needed to get a grip.

“I’m confused, Riley. My eyes tell me you’re male, but when I touch you, all I can feel are soft curves and velvety skin.”

Tobias frowned in consternation as he tried to make sense of it all, and it was on the tip of my tongue to put the stupid wolf out of his misery. But while I was ninety-nine-point-nine percent certain he had nothing to do with Lorna’s disappearance, he was friends with Tate, and I didn’t trust the Montes pack heir.

Tate was involved somehow. Not directly, but the longer I spent here, the more I believed the mafia had played a part. Which meant Tate’s father—and by extension Tate—knew something.

“Have you considered consulting a healer? Cognitive confusion is a symptom of dementia.” I tried for empathy and ended up looking constipated.

“I’m not fucking losing my marbles,” he huffed. “It’s just…ugh.”

Taking advantage of his distraction, I pushed him away.

“I can’t be with you, Tobias. I’m sorry.” And I wasn’t lying this time. Tobias might be an irritating wolf-slut with stalker tendencies, but he had a kind heart. He’d make some lucky she-wolf a wonderful mate one day.

Sadly, that would not be me.

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Tobias

Icould have stopped my little mate from leaving. Compared to me, he was tiny, and as an alpha, I was stronger than most wolves.

But I let him go, too heartsick to put up a fight.

My wolf howled and whined, devastated that Riley had once more rejected us. A shifter’s inner beast was a simple creature, incapable of reasoning, and mine didn’t understand why the little wolf refused to engage. As far as he was concerned, we were powerful and more than capable of providing for our weaker mate. He didn’t care that Riley wasn’t a full-blooded wolf. All he cared about was sealing the incomplete mate bond connecting our souls.

Until we claimed the little hybrid, we couldn’t keep him safe from other, much stronger predators.

I kicked the heavy bookshelf in front of me, causing it to wobble. Several books toppled to the floor, sending a cloud of dust into the warm air.

Stupid wolf bullshit.

Why shouldn’t a full-blooded wolf take a hybrid mate? Some wolves mated with humans. How was that any different?