Page 18 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Eighteen

BLAIR

Calix told me to get dressed in warm clothes since we’re going on a trip, so I’ve doubled up my layers, knowing the mountains are even colder than the town.

I’m in a black sweater and black padded parka, black leggings beneath my jeans, and thick boots.

I also found a hat, gloves, and a scarf, so I’m assured I will be warm enough.

I meet him by the front door, and he’s staring at the lake, his brows furrowed and his jaw tensed.

He’s wearing a thick jacket lined with sheepskin-like material, open to reveal a thin black t-shirt.

His eyes are stormy, the amber glow within them darker than usual.

Something is wrong.

“Hey,” I say, tilting my head to the side as he examines me. His gaze drags down my body slowly before he nods.

“Are you warm enough?”

I nod and glance around us, finding the packhouse empty. “Is anyone coming with us?”

“No.”

He opens the door and beckons for me to walk past him, and as I do, he inhales deeply, putting his hand on my arm. Startled, I look at him, and he exhales.

“I needed that.”

I frown. “Needed what?”

He steps closer, crowding me in the doorway as he strokes my face. “You.”

My core tightens, and my stomach dances, but I force myself out the door. “So where are we going?”

Calix stares after me before moving, glancing around us. Cox and another man watch us from another house, and Cox nods silently at Calix.

I lift my hand to wave, and Cox lifts his back, jabbing the young man beside him in the ribs to do the same. I hear laughter from across the lake, and I see bonfires and people dancing by the shore, not a care in the world.

“Who are they?” I ask, and Calix rolls his shoulders.

“What you humans call teenagers.”

“So you do answer questions,” I mutter as he shoots me a dark look.

“We’re going on a trip. I told you.” Calix yanks open the door of the truck before waving me in.

I hop in and wince when he slams the door.

Nighttime has fallen, and as Calix maneuvers the truck down the dirt path back to the road, I marvel at how many people live here, none of whom I’ve ever seen. We live in a small town, so how do I not know anyone?

“Because they’re wolves,” Calix says without looking at me. “They don’t go into town unless we desperately need something or there’s a solid reason.”

I huff, and he looks at me expectantly.

“Why do you read my mind?” I demand, desperate for him to stop doing it.

But would I if I could read minds?

Probably not.

“I don’t know,” Calix replies with a sigh. “Wolves use it to communicate, but I don’t know if it’s because you’re my mate or if there’s some other reason.”

“Oh.” I stare out the window but soon get bored and turn my attention back to Calix. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the door frame. Even in this truck, he’s huge, and he looks uncomfortable.

“You look like you’re squashed,” I tell him as he cracks a smile. “Can’t you get a bigger truck?”

Calix turns to me with a devilish smile, and I shiver.

“They don’t make them any bigger, Blair.”

His words have a seriously delicious effect on me, and I can’t help but remember how big his dick was when he shoved it down my throat. My pussy warms at the thought, and I bite my lip. I hate how horny he makes me.

“Stop it,” Calix growls, slamming his hand on the wheel. “Fuck, stop it.”

I freeze and stare at him, my cheeks throbbing with heat. “What? Stop what? I didn’t say anything.”

“Everything you feel…” Calix groans, and I blink rapidly, waiting for him to finish the sentence. “I feel.”

No way.

“I don’t understand…” I whisper as he turns to glare at me, his eyes smoldering with a need so intense I almost gasp.

I’m aware I’m dealing with an animal, but never has it been clearer. Even in wolf form, he doesn’t look like he does now.

“The need to mark you is strong,” Calix explains, his voice cracking. “The need to bury myself in your cunt is all I can think about.”

My heart leaps in my chest, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to do it, to take me right here in the truck. But I don’t.

What’s with the word cunt, anyway? What about calling it my delicate flower?

Ew.

He thinks I’m his mate, and I’m not even sure what planet I’m on.

“Okay, Mr Romance,” I respond hoarsely, suppressing the need to beg for him to fuck me. “Maybe we can have a date first?”

This takes him by surprise, and he laughs, a deep booming noise that rocks the truck. He shakes his head and looks at me, his eyes duller now.

“You’re funny.”

I gasp and swat his leg. “I’m serious. All this talk of burying yourself in my ‘cunt’ is concerning. I don’t even know your favorite color.”

Calix’s shoulders shake with more laughter, but he grins at me and says, “Black.”

I wrinkle my nose in disappointment, and he raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t like black?”

“It’s the absence of color.”

“Let me guess; yours is pink.”

“Like my ‘cunt’ before you ruin it,” I tease, and he laughs again.

I don’t think I’ve ever liked a sound as much as I like this one, and I smile to myself, pride blossoming in my chest that I’ve made him laugh. I made the Big Bad Wolf laugh.

We sit in silence until he turns off the main road, headlights showing another dirt road.

My chest tightens but then releases, and I hold a hand to it, unsure what that feeling was.

“Are you okay?” Calix asks, not missing a beat.

“Yeah, my chest just went tight, but it’s okay now.”

Calix nods. “We’re going to a meeting. The pack that attacked our pack has struck again. We’re here to make a plan.”

Our pack?

“Okay,” I say, remembering what he told me about his mother being taken. “How bad is it? The other pack?”

Calix sighs and looks at me. “Bad.”

And the tightness reappears in my chest.