My Wild Beast
Chapter 48: What a Man. (2)

Chapter 48: What a Man. (2)

Nova’s heart skyrocketed at the simplest touch of Yoa’s hand enveloping hers. He walked her around the other side of the tree trunk, where he folded out a camouflaged door. Nova’s mouth gaped as she saw a hidden entrance, dark and warm, energy thrumming inside the colossal trunk. The light from outside the trunk revealed a spiral staircase, the slabs smoothly carved.

"You made this?" Nova asked again in a whisper. She couldn’t stop asking. It was just another reason he was absurdly attractive, even without the ridiculous good looks and the stone-carved muscles, which usually only existed with the help of steroids... or in the fantasies written by every woman’s favourite author.

Yoa slouched slightly so the top of his nose pressed into the crown of her head, inhaling her scent deeply. He couldn’t stay far from her, especially when she was at his home, her scent now mixing into his here. It was such a heady mix that he had to refrain from pinning her against the tree and taking her then and there like a savage.

Nova was so delicate, though. He couldn’t dare mark up that beautiful, smooth skin. No, not mark up, but a little mark near her collarbone was very tempting.

"Yoa?" Nova’s head tilted up slightly, gaining his attention. There was amusement in her voice, like she knew exactly what he’d been thinking—most likely from how his arms had encircled her tiny waist and his nose wouldn’t leave her hair.

"Mmm, yes," he purred into her skin, mouth lowering down the back of her neck. Her smell was stronger here, and he couldn’t stop the beast inside him from licking her skin and closing his eyes.

Nova gasped softly, her breath shuddering, body melting further into him. "S-show me the next floor?" She managed to say through the fog of her consuming lust for this man.

"Mmm." His hot breath against her skin sparked a heat deep in her core. The low, rumbling purr of his voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up— not from fear but from how acutely aware she was of his body pressed against hers. It charged her like electricity, like lightning flashing through her veins.

Nova’s eyes closed to one of his hands slipping down her thigh. She bit her lip, waiting for him to hitch her skirt up and continue what they started earlier. They were alone now. There was no one to disturb them.

Too quickly and to Nova’s dismay, Yoa’s hand left her thigh and gripped so tightly onto the inside of the tree where the stairs was that his knuckles bled of colour. She was sure there was a slight crack in the wood as well, causing a low whine to rumble up the tree. The sound snapped Yoa out the desire controlling his actions like the heady mix of smells that were clouding his thoughts and he released his hold on the tree.

Nova sensing the subtle shift, aware that he won’t do anything about this crackling tension between them right now, cleared her throat and pointed at the stairs. "Should I go up?" She asked, her voice far too breathless even now.

"Yes, you will find it much more comfortable on that level." Yoa’s voice was low and deep, still close to her ear, the warmth of his breath fanning the side of her face.

Like a magnet, Nova’s face slowly turned, feeling the skim of his lips now against her cheek. Yoa’s breath halted, followed by a low growl, but he ripped his head back before his control would slip, and he’d mate with Nova on the stairs. Nova’s breath whooshed out, body sagging a little like a string that had been keeping them both taut pinged out of place. Clearing her throat and ignoring the ache building in her body, in the desire to be touched and taken roughly by this wild man, she took her first step.

It was like she was a newborn gazelle trying to move. Her legs were a little wobbly as she ascended the stairs, and she blushed when she heard Yoa’s low chuckle. It was embarrassing, yet not at all. Who wouldn’t act like a complete mess being so close to this man who just seemed to constantly tease her?! With just his presence alone, he was like a tease!

Yoa’s hands slid to her waist, offering gentle support as she climbed the spiralling stairs. There was strength in his arms, and though her body pulsed with this undeniable hunger—this raw craving to be with him—another part of her held steady. She sensed there was more between them than just lust, something deeper unfolding beneath the surface. She wasn’t the type of girl to throw away her plans, the idea of returning home for one reckless night of passion with a wild, untamed man—no matter how much her body ached for him.

It was in every little thing she was starting to note about him. The strength in his arms, the smooth curves carved into the heart of the tree, his protectiveness, kindness, and raw honesty—each pulled at the strings of her heart. But that was something she couldn’t quite look into just yet.

Nova stepped out from the tree trunk, her thoughts plagued with Yoa and flicked a little to Chad. She couldn’t quite accept how quickly her heart was already mending from what happened with Chad or how fiercely it now beat for only one other man, one wild beast. Her gaze settled on Yoa, admiring his powerful form and that intense stare that had captivated her from the very beginning.

Yoa’s thumb grazed the spot between her brows and kissed the top of her forehead. He stood so close to her, his scent wrapping around her like a cocoon, offering such unyielding support. "You think too much," he murmured against her skin, and his voice dropped even lower, acting like the softest caress against her hair. "Just let yourself feel."

Nova lifted her gaze to see his. He stepped forward, hands cupping her cheeks, pushing her against the tree trunk. They were on the second level of the treehouse, and she could tell it was extraordinary, but none of it mattered. All that mattered right now was here standing before her, making her feel... more alive than ever before.