MALCOLM
The rest of the ride is done in stiff silence. By the time we're cutting through the edge of North Carolina, I'm brimming with something akin to shame. Gwen's gasp at the sight of my back replays in my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. I know it isn't the greatest sight to behold, but my own mate being disgusted with me... The steering wheel bends under my hands.
Inhaling slowly, I retract my claws and push down my wolf.
I feel Gwen's gaze on me but I don't meet it, determined to push her to the back of my mind just as I'd done my wolf. It would be easy. Nothing could stand in the way of my control.
Gwen stayed on my mind till we checked into our first hotel.
I could feel her pleasure at the state of our accommodation, but before she could turn those glittering green eyes brimming with gratitude my way, I stride out of the room.
I go to the diner across the street.
The girl behind the counter scrawls my order down. "Alright, four sandwiches, one--" she lifts her gaze and pauses. I see her pupils instantly dilate with pleasure. Apparently, the females in Virginia are like the rest around the world. They reacted the same, the instant lust, the clamoring. I am sick of it.