Page 10 of Unwilling Mate

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Were. Doing?” Rage boils off him in waves. His hands are clenched as he stalks up the steps slowly, taking one at a time.

He’s angry with me for the random naked guy?

“Why in the fuck did you take one step out that door?” I wave at him, and his forehead crinkles through the anger while he tries to figure out my meaning. “You were looking for me?”

I nod and point at the coffee cup and then wave around the forest.

“How could you be so stupid? Anything could have happened while I was gone? What if there was a wolf out here, a wolf who isn’t a shifter? He’d have clawed open your tight little stomach and ate your innards before I would have even known.”

I swallow hard, and it’s loud enough for me to hear.

“Get the fuck inside, and don’t come back out here unless you’re with me.” His tone is low and nasty, almost inhuman.

I shuffle backward into the door, keeping him in front of me until I stumble over the frame and into the house. He continues his advance, his eyes dark as he stares me down. “You don’t know the first thing about surviving out here, and the idea that I could lose you to something so idiotic makes me want to rip things apart with my bare hands.”

He clenches his fists, and I race to the table to grab a paper, but he’s on me before I make it. His hips press into mine, and I feel the hard bar of his cock against my ass. This time, I whimper, and it’s not in fear. He presses me into the leather couch, and I hold on to the edge. “Stay still, mate, or I might do something that will hurt you.”

I nod and gulp, both fearing and wanting to find out what he means. He might think he’d hurt me, but I know he won’t. He promised to keep me safe.

One more time, he presses his hips into me as if grinding himself against my T-shirt-covered ass. I stay still, my body waking to his touch so easily.

Then he jerks away, and my thighs are cold from the chill in the air I hadn’t noticed. I turn to look at him, and he’s stalking around the living room.

I watch him pace, not sure what to do or how to comfort him. Each step is like a wall between us, one he uses to keep me at a distance. The fear comes back threefold. What if this is all about sex, and when he’s tired of me, he leaves me out in the woods? These woods he so tactfully told me I’d never be able to survive alone in?

How will I make it without him? The answer is easy. I can’t. And that scares me in a different way. I need him, my body needs him, even my traitorous heart thinks it needs him even though we’ve known each other a few days. But a tiny, tiny part of me wishes I didn’t. Right now, at this moment, with him trying to put distance between us, I wish I could let him do it and be okay with it.

Being with him has given me something I never thought I’d have. The feelings he builds in me are worth protecting, but again, why would he want me? I’m a nobody. A maid, a servant, someone he dragged out of a dirty attic. He could have anyone he wants. My stepsister’s beautiful red hair flashes in my mind. They’d make beautiful babies. The very idea makes me want to throw up and then cut her in a way I’ve never wanted to before. She can’t have what’s mine, and if he doesn’t know it yet, then I’ll just have to prove it to him.

I’m his, and he’s mine, and he’s not going to get rid of me that easily.

6

THORN

“Takeyour clothes off and put this on,” I growl louder than necessary and hand her the shirt I wore yesterday. I need my smell all over her. Maybe that will calm down the raging inferno inside me.

She quickly strips out of what she’s wearing and pulls my shirt over her head. I don’t miss how her hands are shaking and fear has engulfed her. I hate that she is scared of me, and though I know I should be gentle with her right now, I can’t calm myself. Seeing her outside, unprotected, in front of another naked man has me on an edge I didn’t even know existed.

“Sit in front of the fireplace. I’ll get a fire started to warm you up,” I order, and she obliges, scurrying past me and into the chair closest to the fireplace.

I make quick work of stacking the wood and lighting the flame until a nice fire is burning continuously.

My rage has somewhat simmered down, but I’m still not ready to sit beside her. My wolf scratches at the surface, and I don’t know if I can control my strength right now. Abigail is human, fragileand breakable. I could hurt her. The mating bond makes her heal quicker, but she is still much more vulnerable than a shifter.

I don’t bother putting my own clothes back on. I don’t get cold, and my cock is so hard it would just be uncomfortable anyway. Sitting down across from her, I try to think about anything besides claiming her all over again and marking every inch of her body. Still, she is making it hard… actually and figuratively.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my little mate is trying to seduce me. Not that it would take a lot to get me going when I’m around her, but with her wiggling around the chair, making her shirt ride up her bare legs, I’m even stiffer than normal.

“I’m going to need you to sit still, or at least throw the blanket over your legs.”

She draws her eyebrows together in confusion and slightly shrugs her shoulders, mouthing, “Why?”

“Because if I get one glimpse of your pussy, I won't be able to stop myself from rutting you like a wild animal.”

Her eyes go wide, and her breathing speeds up, making her perky tits rise and fall rapidly. I can see her nipples hardening through the thin material, and I have to bite back a growl. Instead of following my direction, she takes me by surprise when she spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.

“You are playing a dangerous game, little mate. I won’t be gentle with you right now. Close your legs before you regret it.”

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