Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) by Veronica Del Rosa

Author:Veronica Del Rosa
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-02-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

I LIKE AND respect Zmitro. I will not rip his head off. The reminder helped contain his need for violence. So damn close to sampling every delectable inch of Sylvia’s body and Zmitro took that away from him.

Speak your mind before I kill you, he sent to his Beta.

Again Zmitro laughed. A death wish. His right-hand man had a death wish. Why hadn’t he noticed before how suicidal his friend had become? Why else would he dare poke the angry werewolf?

“I hate to tear you away from your important Alpha duties, but it’s time for Sylvia’s appointment.” At Derek’s blank stare, Zmitro elaborated, “With her therapist, remember? She should’ve met me downstairs five minutes ago. I thought she’d overslept. I can see now she was otherwise occupied.” Zmitro winked at him.

Actually winked at him. He was suicidal.

“Are you crazy?” The words tumbled from his mouth, shock destroying his filter.

Leaning closer, his friend confided, “I’m happy for you. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Has anyone else...?” he asked.

“Not that I’m aware of. No one’s ever mentioned it to me.”

“Okay, good,” Derek said. Gossip occurred within the pack, hard not to have any when they all spent so much time together. He’d be stupid to think none had ever talked about his sex life or lack thereof. Sylvia, though, wasn’t a plaything for his bed and wasn’t up for discussion.

In a more normal tone, Zmitro said, “Now please, for the sake of everyone’s eyesight and sanity, put some clothes on. No one wants to see that.”

He walked away chuckling.

Derek shut the door and leaned against it. Water hitting tile spurred him into action. He couldn’t join Sylvia, not now. Or she wouldn’t make it to her appointment. He grabbed clothes from the dresser and closet – Sylvia’s, not his. If he saw her in just a towel, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. He had lost his erection talking to Zmitro, but a wet and nearly naked Sylvia would have him hard and aching again.

The shower turned off. He cracked open the door and thrust his arm into the bathroom, dangling the clothes at her. Once she grabbed them, he withdrew. It took all of his willpower, every single ounce, to walk away.

He rushed to the dresser and grabbed clothes for himself. As soon as the bathroom door opened and Sylvia left the room, he darted inside.

“I’ll be right out. Wait for me,” he said, not bothering to raise his voice. Her hearing would pick up his words. Oh shit, had she heard his conversation with Zmitro? Did he say anything that would’ve made her uncomfortable? No, it had been tame, lacking anything that would’ve embarrassed her.

He jumped into the shower. Soap soon coated his body, and he stood under the spray to wash it off. Some of Sylvia’s scent went with it. Not all of it rinsed away, though. Enough lingered to tease his nose and remind him of who owned his heart.

Turning off the shower, he left the stall and dried himself off.

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