Falling for the Enemy Who Tried to Take Someone's Mate

Chapter 11

When he struggled awake the next morning Vincent was both p*ss*d and immediately wanted to punch himself.

Firstly, Evelyn was not in the bed with him, nor in the cottage.

Secondly, what the f*ck did he do last night?

He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. He had to be losing his goddamn mind. Dry humping Evelyn in the middle of the f*ck*ng night! What the hell had he been thinking?

He hadn't been. He'd let his d**k and his wolf do the thinking for him. And he'd loved every d*mn minute.

His wolf let out a growl. It wanted to find Evelyn. He wanted to find Evelyn.

Where the f*ck was Evelyn?

Sitting up he let out a snarl at the empty cottage. That girl was a walking accident waiting to happen. He did not like having her out of sight.

His chest constricted. What if she left? She was so innocent and soft. What if he'd frightened her off?

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut. He felt like he might be sick.

What the hell?

His wolf howled softly. It was still too weak to speak, but it was definitely on the rebound. And it was extremely anxious. No wonder his gut was twisting into knots.

Wincing as his muscles protested he got out of bed, wrapping a blanket around his waist. Evelyn's scent was still heavy in the air, she wasn't far.

Heading for the door he was just about to open it and check if Eve was outside when it flew open. Cold air and snow hit his face as Eve tumbled through the doorway, falling against his chest and dropping cords of wood onto the floor. He grunted as one landed on his bare foot, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her from falling.

She tensed against him, peeking up at him from under her hair. Her glasses were perched low on her nose, dangerously close to falling off. He sighed and pushed the thick spectacles back up her nose with his forefinger. She blushed but didn't say anything.

For a moment Vincent was awe struck by how adorable she was. Then he remembered he was p*ss*d.

"Where the f*ck have you been?" he barked.

She blinked, her face turning beat red. "It was cold. I was getting firewood."

Vincent knew that was a perfectly reasonable reply, but something more primal in him chose to ignore it. "Without telling me?"

She frowned. "I didn't realize I needed your permission."

"You don't," he snapped.

"Then why are you angry?"

Good question. "I don't like not knowing where you are." Which made no d*mn sense.

Eve blushed again, glancing away from him. "Okay, but you were sleeping pretty hard. You should be resting."

"I'm fine. Are you alright?" he asked tightly, looking her over as if to find some terrible wound. She nodded, staring up at him with those big grey eyes. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and avoided her gaze. "About last night-"

"Are you mad?" she interrupted him.

He raised his brows in surprise. "What? Why would you say that?"

She bit her lower lip, her expression bashful. "I started thinking maybe you weren't fully aware of what was happening."

Scowling, he brushed snow off her hair. "Why would you think that?"

"Because of the potion I gave you. You were pretty out of it all day."

He almost laughed. The girl seriously thought she had to drug him? "I was well aware of what I was doing, Evelyn."

"Oh..." Worrying her lip she asked, "And are you mad?"

He sighed and muttered, "Only at myself."

"Why?"

Looking down at her Vincent felt something clench in his chest. Gently he brushed the hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Her lips parted slightly as she stared up at him. He had a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss the girl senseless.

"Evelyn?" he murmured, stroking his fingers through her soft hair. She was just so d*mn innocent.

"That was my first kiss," she blurted suddenly, her eyes going wide with embarrassment.

Well, sh*t. That should not please him as much as it did. "I guessed that."

"Oh, was it really obvious?"

"Yes," he answered truthfully. "Although, I can't imagine how that's possible for a ninety-four year old woman."

She shrugged. "I've been here a long time."

An image of Evelyn all alone in this tiny cluttered cottage filled his mind. Even he found it depressing. How had such a female survived with no one to care for her? Irritation flared within him. Why the hell did it even matter? Why did Eve make him want to protect and care for her? She was a tool for him to use, nothing more.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I hope it was enjoyable?" His tone sounded harsh even to his ears.

She flinched and dropped her gaze. The look of hurt had him mentally cussing at himself. He exhaled deeply, cupping either side of her face and forcing her to raise her head. Before he could question his actions he leaned down and kissed her lightly. She made a little sound of surprise as their lips met, her hands pressing against his chest.

Fuck, but she was such a sweet little thing. He raised his head, taking in her flushed expression. Just that little bit of contact and she reacted so strongly. His c0ck hardened at the sight, his wolf snarling with desire. He could just imagine taking her, she would be so responsive, her soft body hot and tight.