Chapter 18: Sloan
Sloan
As I watched the door close behind the human, I had to turn away so I don’t do something crazy— like go after him and pull him back, then pin him against that door and do some wicked things to his tight body.
Which was a very unusual urge, because I was used to feeling nothing most of the time.
He said his name was lilac.
It fitted him, because it was the same color as his pretty eyes— eyes which hold so many emotions in them. It was a perfect mirror of whatever he was feeling.
Never in my human form have I felt a jolt of this clawing feeling to sink my teeth into something like I was feeling right now. It was the exact biting feeling I began experiencing the moment I laid eyes on him after opening the door.
My eyes darted to the bedsheet which I ordered him to rub his scent against, simply because his scent was something I never want to part with ever again. This particular scent is unlike anything I’ve ever smelt before. He smelt of flowers, of vanilla, of citrus. It was maddening, and right now, it filled up my entire room and was dripping off my sheets in waves.
I sat down in the bed and picked up the sheets, then I buried my face into it. A growl ripped past my throat as his scent swam through my lungs at once and instantly filled up my brain.
Fuck.
He smelt so heavenly, it’s unlike anything I’ve smelt before. For someone who hates everyone’s scents because it irritates me and makes me nauseous, this is beyond shocking to me, especially because after the first time I smelt this scent, I thought I’d never get to smell it again.