Page 24 of Claimed By Werewolf
I snapped the belt into place, my heart beating rapidly, my body radiating with adrenaline.
He slammed the door and started the engine.The cab filled with the roar of it, but the silence between us screamed louder.He shifted into drive and headed away from the warehouses.
The road blurred by, and his knuckles were white on the wheel.
“You could’ve been killed back there,” he said finally with a growl.
“You didn’t look like you were dying,” I muttered and folded my arms tight across my chest.
His head whipped toward me.“Don’t fucking joke about this.”
I bit down hard, and my anger sparked.“Then stop treating me like a child.I can handle the truth.”
He slammed his hand against the wheel, and the sound made me flinch.“No, Demi.You can’t.”
Silence stretched between us, and the truck rattled over a pothole.It jostled us closer together.
I glared at him and refused to shrink back.“You think scaring me is going to work?You think yelling and manhandling me will make me give up?”
His mouth curved into something dark.“Sweetheart, scaring people is what I do best.And you should be terrified.”
My pulse spiked.Not with fear.Not entirely.
Because the way he said it, and the way his eyes dragged over me made it feel less like a threat and more like a promise.
I hated the shiver that ran through me.Hated the way heat pooled low in my stomach.Hated that I wanted him to lean closer to make good on that dangerous promise.
I turned my face to the window.“You don’t scare me.”
The lie hung between us.
His low chuckle made my skin prickle.“Liar.”
I snapped my gaze back to him, ready to spit fire, but the words tangled when I caught the look in his eyes.
Heat.Raw and hungry, buried beneath the fury.
The truck slowed, and we pulled off into a deserted stretch by the river.He killed the engine.
We sat there locked in a stare that burned hot.
“You can’t keep doing this,” he said finally.“You follow me again, and I won’t just be pissed, I’ll end this.”
“End what?”My voice cracked.“Helping me?”
His jaw worked.
“Or whatever the hell this is between us?”
The confession slipped out before I could bite it back.The air thickened instantly and was charged with everything we’d been choking down since the first night we locked eyes.
His hand flexed on the wheel, then dropped.He dragged it slowly across his thigh like he was fighting himself.
“You don’t want this,” he said, low and rough.“You don’t want me.”
I leaned closer recklessly.“Then why do you keep saving me?”
His breath hitched.His gaze dropped to my mouth.
