Page 48 of Ronen
“We ended up arguing,” I told him quietly.
“Shocker,” Matty interrupted, his tone dry as dirt.
Scowling at him, I asked, “Could you refrain from commenting until I’m done, please?”
“I can’t agree to those terms.”
At my glare, he conceded, “Fine, I’ll try. But I think I’m going to have questions when you’re done.”
“He’s been stealing books!”
“Has he? Interesting.” Another glare from me, and Matty made a sign over his lips like he was zipping them closed.
“He’s been saying they were lost, paying for them, so I guess, technically he hasn’t actually stolen them. But he did lie about them! What kind of maniac does that?”
Matty raised one brow, but instead of answering my question, he poured more alcohol in both our glasses. When I raised my own brow at him, he just shrugged. “You can stay in the guest room. But it feels like this is going to call for a fair amount of booze.”
“So, we were arguing over the books–”
“As you normally do.”
“And I was leaving, because he made me so mad I was going to throw something at his head, and then I don’t know what happened. We were suddenly kissing, and other things.”
“Other things,” Matty gave me a smirk. “I can tell what those other things were.”
His eyes narrowed, and he pushed from his chair. Leaning over the table, he grasped my chin in his hand, tilting my head up to the light. Growling, he demanded, “Did he put those bruises on your neck?”
Oh, shit. That. Hmmm, I’d need to explain that to my brother before he wolfed out and confronted Mason. My skin was pale, and bruises tended to show on it fairly quickly and easily.
“He didn’t do anything I didn’t askhim to do.”
Matty’s eyes widened a fraction, before understanding shown in their blue depths. Sinking back into his seat, he gave an exaggerated shudder. “I didn’t need to know that.”
“Stop asking me questions and getting all growly then. You know I can take care of myself.” I reminded him. “And, I like what I like.”
He gave me a steady look across the table. “There’s always someone better, Ronen. You need to remember that. Someone stronger, faster. What is Mason anyway? A wolf? Something bigger like Uncle Gabe?”
“I’m not sure what he is,” I told him honestly. “He heals super-fast, I know that. His ankle is broken, but he wouldn’t let them cast it. It’s in a boot. He said it would be fine in a week. But he wouldn’t tell me what he is. He said he can only share it with his mate and we,” my voice took on an annoyed tone, “haven’t talked about what we are yet.”
“Huh?” Matty grunted. “That’s very interesting.”
I knew that gleam of interest in my brother’s eyes, and I wasn’t going to stop him from digging up any information he could about what Mason might be.
“But Mason wouldn’t hurt me.” My fingers unconsciously touched my throat, then skimmed over the purple bruise resting just over my mate gland.
I didn’t know why I was so sure of Mason, but I was. Every cell in my body just knew that he would never hurt me. Not physically anyway.
He had done what I had asked, pressing his fingers into my flesh when I had downright demanded it. But his other touches had been gentle, his eyes soft. Always checking in with me, sometimes without words, to make sure I was still enjoyingmyself, still wanted him. Had I said stop, I knew Mason would have instantly stopped whatever we were doing.
“So, what stupid thing did you do?” Matty asked, refilling my drink. Fuck, I was going to need to crash in his spare bedroom.
“I didn’t make him use protection,” I muttered, mad at myself.
Matty had told me earlier about his research, and I had completely ignored it. I couldn’t even explain why. Even being on birth control, I always made any alpha I was with glove up.
But with Mason, I hadn’t wanted that. It was like someone had taken over my body, some lust crazed demon, who wanted to feel his cum inside me. Wanted to feel his skin against mine. Who didn’t care about the consequences of pregnancy. My body had been burning up, and nothing else had mattered but getting Mason's cock and knot inside of me. Knowing nothing else could quench the fire that had been blazing inside me.
Fucking hell. Heat. Mini-heat. Matty’s information and facts from earlier were coming back to haunt me.
