Capítulo 39: Chapter 39

He’d believed coming home to Arlo would calm his beast, but it only made it worse. Had it not been for the jolt of fear from Arlo, he would’ve fucked him right there by the stove in a half-feral state. How long before he stopped caring about fear? What if Gil was right? What if he was turning rabid?

He stood by the bedroom window, looking out at the old garage where he’d sat recovering the first time he’d lost control.

The fever inside was an agonizing burn, the ache in his heart as painful as any wound. He couldn’t do this.

“Nash?” Arlo stood in the doorway, studying him.

“Hm?” He tried to hide the way he trembled, tried to appear relaxed. Arlo looked uncertain, his teeth grazing his lower lip in a way that had Nash fighting a groan. How long could he give him? He wanted to give him all the time in the world, wanted him to come to Nash, to develop a real attraction. And having the whole werewolf thing shoved in his face wouldn’t make it easy.

“What’s going on?”