Chapter 61: 61: Unspoken Heat

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When I got back to our room after training, I could hear Belle still in the bath, humming to herself. I smiled as I listened to the sound of her happiness, happy when she was happy.

I felt much calmer after spending an hour in the gym. I had told Belle that I needed to talk to Kyle but that wasn’t necessarily true.

I had seen Kyle and spoken to him for a couple of minutes, but the real reason I had left her was to go work off some tension before I spent the day with her.

I hoped it would help me not attack her halfway through our date. It helped a bit, but the closer I got to my little mate, the more my control started to fade.

Her sweet scent assaulted me and forced me to momentarily pause in the doorway to try to gain my bearings.

I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge as I slowly took off my shoes. I was still shirtless after training and was excited to see how my mate would react when she saw me.

She was a sucker when it came to my chest and abs. Her pupils dilated and she always fumbled over her words. It was adorable. And sexy.

~Shit, stop thinking about things like that.~

The sound of her getting out of the tub caught my attention. Complete silence followed. The only thing I could hear was Belle’s breathing as she obviously tried to determine if I was here or not.

I smirked.

Moments later, Belle’s head popped out of the bathroom door.

“Oh. Hi,” she said. Just as expected, her eyes traveled over the muscles of my arms. She licked her lips. “I didn’t know you were back yet.”

My brows rose. The smell of her arousal filling the air told me she was lying.

I was sure that if she lifted the towel she had wrapped around her just a few inches, I would be able to see just how wet her little slit was for me—and not due to the bath she had just come out of.

No, she was very aware that I was back from my trip to the gym. She could sense me, and her body was already heating up, preparing itself to mate without even knowing it.

Not saying another word, she opened the door and stepped out.

Completely naked and soaking wet.

My heart nearly stopped.

She didn’t even bother to wrap herself in a towel as she strutted across the room, right in front of me, every single inch of her beautiful, perfect body on display for my hungry eyes.

I should have looked away. And, normally, I would. As much as I wanted to watch her get dressed every day, it was easier for both of us if I averted my gaze.

But it was painfully obvious that Belle had planned this. She wanted to seduce me.

And, even though I knew it was best not to give in, she was already so sensitive after everything that had happened yesterday.

I needed to boost her confidence, to show her how much of an effect she had on me. I decided then and there that it wouldn’t hurt if we spent the first hour or two of our day off in this room.

On the bed, preferably.

I leaned back, enjoying the show my mate was putting on for me.

Goddess, I loved her and whatever little scheme she was acting out right now to get my attention—as if she didn’t already have my attention all the time, 24/7, even when I wasn’t with her.

She was nervous. I could tell from her elevated breathing and heart rate.

She had planned this.

My little mate was trying to tempt me. And it was working—more than working.

I was salivating. Sweating. My balls felt like they were ready to explode, and my dick was leaking precum in my pants.

Somehow, I was able to hold myself back. ~It’s for her own good,~ I kept repeating to myself. ~Stay away from her and you’ll keep her safe.~

This was starting to become much easier said than done.

My vampire started to purr without my consent, watching Belle intently through my eyes. At the sound, Belle relaxed a bit, some of the stiffness disappearing from her shoulders.

She still didn’t look at me, though, swaying her cute little hips all the way to the dresser against the wall across from our bed.

She took in a deep breath before slowly opening the top drawer and pulling out some sort of lacy-looking black fabric.

Belle was putting on fucking lingerie that could make a stripper blush right in front of me.