Chapter 7

7

S teel

I sit up in bed. The human is trying to escape.

I know she is.

She found a way.

I hear her huff out another breath. Then she makes a soft moan or whimper. She’s doing something. What? I have no idea; all I know is that I don’t fucking like it.

She huffs out another breath. What the hell is she doing? It sounds like she’s exerting herself. She’s up to no good. I know it for sure. I know her type.

There’s another whimpering noise.

I jump up, and the covers go flying. I pick up the bed, moving it out of the way of the bedroom door. I put it there last night to make sure that the human didn’t attempt an escape. Now she’s… I don’t know what she’s doing. I need to find out.

“I’m coming in,” I shout before doing exactly as I warned.

I give her less than a second’s notice because I want to catch her red-handed.

I do.

Only…fuck! Her ass is in the air. Red-handed? More like red-assed. She’s doing some sort of exercise, At least, I think she is, since her ass is bobbing in the air. She’s holding a book in each hand, and…yep, I think she’s doing some sort of squats. Very correct squats from the way her thighs look as she goes down and down.

Holy shit!

She’s wearing these little panties that make my lungs seize. They’re fire engine red. Her ass is tight. All of my blood goes south as she turns, gasping loudly. Her hair is in a bun on the top of her head. Her tiny top rides above her red panties. It’s white. She’s not wearing a bra. I can see her nipples. Her tits are perfection. She’s a hot, sweaty, perfect mess.

I want to fuck her.

No! I don’t. I take that right back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shout.

She gives a little jump at the tone of my voice but doesn’t shy away from me, which is annoyingly impressive. I’m scary even to my own kind.

“What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?” She puts her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

“I thought we were going to wear clothing at all times. You gave me grief about being shirtless just last night. What is that?” I nod in her direction, trying hard to keep my eyes on hers instead of on her body where they want to be.

“You just bust into my room, asshole. My private space. Look at you…” Her eyes track down my bare chest, landing on my boxer-clad dick. Her mouth drops open and parts in shock. Holy shit, but she has some mouth on her. I immediately picture it wrapped around my dick, which twitches in response.

“You have an erection. What the hell!?” She points at my cock, not for a moment taking her eyes off of me. “Put that away. You’ll put an eye out with that thing.”

“I’m not aroused,” I growl at her far too quickly, with far too much venom. “It’s just your run-of-the-mill morning wood.” I cup myself. “I thought you were trying to escape. I heard…strange noises.” She was exercising. Of course she was. I’m an idiot.

I backpedal toward the door. I need to get the hell out of here.

The human laughs. It’s deep and throaty and so fucking sexy. I hate the sound of it.

“Are you serious? How do you propose I would escape? We’re on the sixth floor, genius. I can’t fly. I’m not a shifter. I can’t sprout wings; you know that, right?”

“Of course I know that.” I sound gruff. My voice is too damned deep. “I got it wrong.” I’m not apologizing for doing my job. “I heard noises and had to investigate. I will do it again, I’m sure.” It could have been someone rescuing her. I didn’t account for that. I need to…close that particular loophole.

“Noises.” She grins. “What? I was breathing heavily and straining and…” She smiles. “Ohhhhhh, I get it.” She nods a few times. “You were hoping to catch me in the act. You wanted to see me—”

“That’s bullshit.” She needs to shut it already.

“Is it? I think you were hoping to catch me naked. Maybe even touching myself; is that it? Are you a perv, Steel?”

“That’s not fucking true!” I practically yell.

She nods a whole lot more, her ponytail bobbing.

“It isn’t!” I add. “I heard strange noises and thought you were trying to…trying…” I don’t finish the sentence because she’s right. I’m an idiot. The human wasn’t trying to escape. There is just no way. Not from all the way up here. It would be suicide. It’s why I chose this floor. If someone had been breaking her out, she wouldn’t have made those particular noises.

“I can guess what you thought I was trying to do.” She winks at me, alluding to masturbation. Like I wanted to see her— I stop that train of thought because it isn’t helping my dick problem even one bit.

“Well, so sorry I’m overdressed.” She giggles.

Overdressed? Not hardly. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw her ass. I can’t get my dick to calm the fuck down.

“I’m leaving. Don’t try anything stupid,” I mutter as I leave the room.

She gives me another throaty laugh. “You’re welcome to barge in anytime,” she yells as I close the door. I hear her laugh some more. “Maybe I’ll be naked next time, and you’ll get your wish,” she shouts after me, clearly goading me. I’m not taking the bait.

I sigh and scrub a hand over my face. Then I look down at my dick, which is straining against my boxers, and I groan internally.

I move the bed in front of the door and pace the apartment for ten minutes. I walk up and down and up and down, but it doesn’t change my dick situation. If anything, I get harder. My balls hurt.

I’m clearly an A-grade creep because I keep picturing her ass in the air. I picture other things I really shouldn’t. They all involve peeling those red panties down her thighs. Or shoving them to the side. They involve my hands on her perfect tits and my dick deep inside her.

I groan and rush for the bathroom. I pull my boxers down, gripping my cock in one hand. I’m ashamed to admit that I come in under ten seconds, my back hunching and my hips jerking forward. I growl low and deep and come harder than I have in years.

What!? The!? Hell!?

For a moment, it feels like I’m a teenager again. That I have zero control. Then I shake my head. I need to grow up. I need to get my head out of my ass. The female is trouble. She’s playing me.

I refuse to be attracted to this female. What’s wrong with me? Am I destined to want a certain type? A type like my ex? Like her ? I refuse. Rage fills me. I grind my teeth together, almost cracking a molar.

I won’t be duped again.

I won’t!