Playing Cat and Mouse: A Zodiac Shifters Paranormal Romance: Leo by TL Reeve & Zodiac Shifters

Author:TL Reeve & Zodiac Shifters [Reeve, TL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: R2R Publishing
Published: 2017-08-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Wilhem woke to a raging headache and a hard-on so painful it ached worse than toothache. He groaned as he rolled over and adjusted himself. He hadn’t run into the woman again. Her scent had disappeared into a cloud of pheromones and horny women. He’d tracked her as far as he could—to the road outside of the vineyard castle.

When he’d asked Christoph if he’d seen her, his brother had been tight lipped and off. He barely looked at Wilhem and there was a hint of recrimination to his scent along with sorrow. Neither made sense to him. He pushed the sheet from his hips as he sat up. His time was up. Today he had to find his mate or else his brother took over as alpha-apparent. Could be why he’d been off last night.

But, they talked about everything and Christoph didn’t want the position. No, there was more there, what, he didn’t know. For now. Later, he would ask his brother. After a shower and coffee to dull the ache in his head. One problem at a time. He padded out to his kitchen, uncaring of his state undress.

Shifters had no issues with nudity, and if he could walk around without clothes all the time, he would. He stood in front of his coffee maker and simultaneously cursed the machine as he praised it for being automated. When it was finished, he grabbed a cup and poured some. He blew on the hot brew then took a sip. The caffeine hit his system pushing back some of the sleepiness. By the third swallow, he felt a little more human and less run over by a truck.

Wilhem scratched his chest as he leaned against the counter and stared out the balcony window, overlooking Cape Town. Today, he and Christoph turned thirty-five. Shit, they were getting old. He smirked. Not really, they could live a couple of hundred years and never show their age. Neither of them knew their father’s exact age other than he appeared to be seventy.

“Good genes,” he’d tell them.

Shit, thinking about the old man reminded him of his problems and allowed the dull pounding of his headache to return. How did he find his mate, when he didn’t even know her name? She’d been a vision in cream and gold. He dreamed of her. The way her dress flowed around her, giving him a glimpse of her mocha skin, and the full curves of her tear-drop shaped breasts… shit, he even dreamed about the chocolate depths of her eyes. The way her lips curved in a smile. He even dreamed of her naked, arching to him as he claimed her.

His balls throbbed. Shit, stop thinking about it. He couldn’t though. He wanted her with a single-minded determination. Wilhem growled. Thinking about her and finding her were two different things. Later he would reprimand her for walking away without at least telling him her name. After pouring the remains from his cup, he set about getting ready for work.

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