Way Out of Control by Tatiana Caldwell

didn’t want to be someone different, which is why I wasn’t happy. Ever since I got shot, I’ve been someone different. I just wanted to be who I was before the accident, before I became damn near handicapped. There’s a world of trouble out there and a lot of good people caught in it, and I wanted to be back out there helping them, protecting them, chasing down scum. And for the chance to make it so I never suffered another debilitating injury again while doing my job, I jumped.”
    “You wanted to get better.”
    “Yes, damn it, I wanted to get better, be better. Who the hell doesn’t? But if having flawless physical health has to cost me my mental health, then, well, then maybe I don’t want it.”
    “It’s not as if the formula gave you new emotions, Jaxon. You already had them. They’re yours. It sounds as if they are just amplified to the point that you can no longer hide them.”
    “I want to just be the way I was before. I couldn’t run worth shit, but at least I could control my temper.” And libido, he thought. “Had I been fully informed ahead of time of this kind of side effect, I might have made a different choice.”
    “Well, the formula wasn’t supposed to affect you mentally or emotionally. Something did go wrong with that, and we do need to figure out what in order to prevent it from happening again. All we need to do for you is figure out how to get your head back on straight. We’ll figure it out, though, give it time. Trust in the science.”
    “I heard you arguing with Sri and Victor when they suggested testing me further. If you believe in the science so much, why didn't you want them to test me further?”
    Her eyes grew round and wide. “You heard us talking in the lab from your cell? Wow. Well, I just don’t think it’s worth the risk to your well-being to mess further with the unknown. There are other ways to handle the testing. Safer ways.”
    “But how long will it take to investigate these ‘other ways?’”
    “I don’t know. It would take some time. A couple of months perhaps.”
    He huffed and swung at a wall. “I don’t know if I can wait that long. I’m a constant mess. Right now I seriously feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t punch somebody.” Or screw somebody, he thought. The somebody in particular being Celise. He cursed under his breath for the strong, urgent desire to snatch up her dress and penetrate her, even though she was doing nothing to entice him but stand there and talk. “Argh, maybe you should sedate me now.”
    She smirked at him. “The fact that you’re standing here right now, telling me how you’re feeling without being violent or dangerous to me or yourself, shows that you don’t need to be sedated. You’re not that out of control. You just need an outlet.”
    “Maybe.” Maybe if she knew how hard his cock was, and that the only thing keeping him from lashing out at those two scientists was the fact that his anger was tempered only by his desire for her, she would know just how close he was to losing control. The fragrance of her skin and her pheromones surrounded him, nearly suffocated him even. Her voice scraped his skin. “What kind of outlet?”
    She grinned and grabbed his arm. “Come with me, I’ll show you.”
    The feeling of her small fingers on his skin was electrifying. Instantly, his brain conjured up images of those fingers gripping other parts of his body, and he tightened all over in response, holding his breath as he followed her through what felt like his own personal hell.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Celise lead Jaxon to the facility’s gym on the first floor. She put forth her best effort not to keep looking at him, despite how painfully aware she was of his presence. Of the heat that seemed to radiate from him, or how his eyes seared her body wherever they rested. She was uncertain whether he was angry with her or aroused at that moment, but either way she could sense the ferocity he was struggling to contain.