Bitten By Mistake by Annabelle Jacobs Page A

his body still lying rigid in Nathan’s arms. “ Now .”
    It took Nathan a couple of seconds to get his brain back online, but when he did, realisation dawned far too quickly.
    Shit.
    He snatched his hand away and wisely moved back to his side of the bed.
    Jared took the opportunity to turn over and glare at him. “What the hell was that?”
    “Um….” To be fair, it hadn’t been just him to start with. Maybe he should have realised what was going on, but he’d been half-asleep and horny—neither conducive to clear thinking. “You were rubbing back on my cock like your life depended on it. What the fuck did you expect?”
    “I was asleep!”
    “Well, so was I!”
    Jared raised his eyebrows and glanced down at the wet patch on the front of Nathan’s grey boxer briefs. “Pretty sure you were awake at the end there.”
    “What? No, I was dreaming, and I—” God, he’d not even woken up properly, and they were already arguing. “I was still waking up, and when you tensed up and said my name, I thought you’d just shot your load. I wasn’t exactly with it.”
    “After everything I said last night?”
    “Jesus Christ!” Nathan pushed back the covers and stood, putting some space between them. If he stayed within touching distance, he might strangle him. “Will you listen for one second? I already told you I was dreaming about you, and then the next thing I know my dick is wedged between your arse cheeks with you grinding back on me. Forgive me if I got confused.”
    Jared collapsed onto his back and covered his face with his hands. He muttered something, the words getting lost between his fingers, but Nathan thought he got the gist of it.
    “Sorry, what was that?”
    “I said —” Jared dropped his hands and met Nathan’s gaze, his cheeks flushed with colour. “—I was dreaming about you too. But don’t get any ideas,” he added quickly when Nathan started to smile. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
    “Of course not.” Apart from the fact it was going to be a long month if this was any indication. On the plus side, at least Nathan didn’t have blue balls anymore. He reached down and adjusted himself, noting the way Jared’s gaze followed his movements. “If you’ve finished blaming me for everything, then I’m going to go and take a shower.” He waited and was surprised when Jared managed a small smile.
    Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Jared sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It’s just… I had a few dreams last night, some of them not so pleasant, and when I woke up and realised what was happening, I may have freaked out a little. So I’m sorry, okay?”
    “Okay.” The need to ask what those other dreams were about was almost overwhelming, but he wouldn’t get answers with Jared still on edge. “Let’s forget about it.”
    “Thanks.”
     
     
    Under the hot, streaming water of the shower, Nathan’s mind attempted to put the pieces together.
    Jared hated all shifters. He’d been attracted to Nathan in the club but refused to entertain the idea of them together when he found out what Nathan was. Sometimes he got the feeling Jared was warming to him, and then other times Jared shut him out completely. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Jared had had a bad experience with a shifter in his past. Exactly how bad, Nathan didn’t know, and he didn’t fancy his chances of finding out either.
    After finishing his shower, Nathan was leaving the bathroom when a knock on the front door stopped him. Jared was still in the bedroom, but the door was open. Nathan quickly put a finger to his lips.
    Jared nodded in understanding, his expression a mixture of fear and confusion, which Nathan totally understood.
    Who would be knocking on his door at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning?
    After pulling the door to his bedroom closed, he secured the towel around his waist and went to answer the front door. His visitor became apparent as Nathan