The Mates of Monsters novel Chapter 31

David nears, moving so subtly that if I were distracted, I wouldn't even notice. I cross my arms and put on a brave face. "You're acting weird," I accuse. "Why? Did I miss something?"

He shakes his head, acting oblivious. "It's just nice to be away."

"Is it? I don't think there's much of a difference to being at home, at least right now. It's still the two of us," I murmur as the space between us shrinks, "sleeping all night."

"We shouldn't switch things up?"

"Sure," I offer, "I can sleep on the right side instead if..."

The voice dies out, fading along with my ability to pay attention to anything else but him. David stands before me now, looking down with a controlled temptation. "I sleep on the right side. It's closer to the entrance, just in case," he says.

"Of course. Can't trust anyone, can we?"

"No one but each other."

"So you trust me?" I question.

"I brought you here, didn't I?"

I suppose he's right. There isn't necessarily anywhere for me to go, but it is a step forward. Having me out in the middle of nowhere is like a child using training wheels.

"So we have to watch the other Alphas and Lunas? Would they try anything?"

David says, "I don't think they would risk it, no."

"Wouldn't this be the place to do it? No loyal guards, pack members, back up. Everyone is all for themselves. Why not take risks?"

"I'm not someone they tend to take risks with."

My lips part and I take the smallest of breaths.

"May I kiss you?" He asks.

His voice—haunting—I'll hear it for the rest of my life, every time experiencing the same chills and desire as the first. I nod as my gaze lifts. "Yes," I breathe. His hands glide and caress each side of my face. He brings his mouth onto mine and the tornados and hurricanes and earthquakes of the world seem to settle. All falls silent.

He kisses me the way I'm sure he wanted to the first time—fully and gratefully as if each moment is being played out carefully and with consideration. I lean into him, opening my mouth just slightly, testing the waters and the limits of my knowledge. All I know about kissing is from what I've seen in my mother's movies and what I've heard from Lindsey. She always said, you just know, it comes naturally; I now know what she meant.

His fingertips brush into my hair as my mind starts to wander to other things, more primal things that are much more daring than an open-mouth kiss. My chin tilts up and I start to melt in his arms. I remember the distinct feeling of his hand straying unknowingly under the hem of my shirt that one morning. My mind stays there even when David leaves my lips. He remains close but looks over my face in its warm, flushed glory. My eyes focus on his even if my true focus is elsewhere. Sometimes his handsomeness hurts.

Both of us are too wrapped up in the moment to say what we are really thinking. Thankfully, dinner has arrived—magically and timely—and the knock from the main door in the other room snaps us from our trance.

David lets go of me to let the food in, but I wait for an extra moment alone. I peer over my shoulder at the bed, knowing tonight will be different.