“Fuck you…” I whisper. I hate that he can do this to me. I hate that all it takes for him to get into my head is his touch.
“You will.” His grin is salacious, and my need for him only increases. I want to wrap my legs around his hips and grind my body against his. But I don’t. I turn my face away from him, and he takes the opportunity to fucking bite me.
His teeth scrape the delicate skin on my neck, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, and I moan. It’s so fucking sexual. The feeling of his teeth on my neck makes shivers run across my skin. I crave this. He sucks the skin between his lips harshly, and my hips move against my will as I try to grind against him.
I slam the palms of my hands against the rough wall behind me, refusing to touch him. I’ll let him take what he wants from me, but I won't give him my touch.
“You can’t have me…” I protest weakly, but all it does is make him laugh.
“I have you already, Delilah. You’ve always been mine, and you will always be mine.”
“I belong to Dean.” Coal is a jealous Wolf, the idea of me wanting another male will only set him off. Provoking him now is not smart, but I’m lashing out. I don’t want to give in, not this easily.
The growl in his chest is loud and menacing. A spike of fear causes my heart to beat faster. He bites down on my neck so hard that I yell out in pain, but all that does is fuel the fire burning between us. The bruise that he’s leaving will be obvious. I panic, thinking he’s going to break the skin. That would be so fucking bad.
Wolves claim their mates by biting their necks and tasting their mate’s blood. If Coal does this, I’ll be tied to him forever. He’ll hear my thoughts, feel my pain, and if I die he’ll be weakened. The bond the bite creates can’t be broken. And it’s something most Humans can’t survive.
“Stop!” I yell, pushing against his chest, panic making my breathing erratic.
“Say you’re mine, or I’ll rip your fucking throat out. Say it.” His eyes are glowing blue, and I know his Wolf is just below the surface.
“You can’t bite me, you fucking psycho.” I shove his chest hard, trying to snap him out of it. “Do you want a Human mate, Coal? Do you want me dead?” Coal’s the next Alpha, if he bites me, his father will probably rape and torture me before locking me up until the day Coal dies. To teach the other Humans a lesson as well as Coal. Alpha Michael is fucking insane. That’s assuming I even survive the bite.
“Say it, Delilah,” he growls once more.
“Why? You’ve already made me your Avowed, why the fuck do I have to say it!” I yell, getting more frustrated with him.
He shifts his weight, and I expect a hit, or for him to choke me again. What I don’t expect is for his lips to slam into mine.
He claims my mouth in a bruising, punishing kiss, and I gasp. He slips his tongue into my mouth, tasting me and moaning against my lips. He moves a hand into my scarlet hair, tugging the locks harshly, and I bite down on his bottom lip, raking it between my teeth, repaying him some of the pain he always causes me.
He hisses and grinds his jean-clad cock against me. He’s as hard as granite, and the feel of him against me makes me moan. I should be fighting him. I should be trying to stop him, not kissing him back, but I don’t want to. I don’t want him to stop.
“Say you’re mine, Delilah,” Coal growls, as he pulls away from my lips, and I take a deep breath. He moves his hand back up my skirt, this time rubbing against my wet panties, moving his fingers against my clit in slow circles. My body shudders, as pleasure spikes through me, hard and intense.
“Fuck…” I hiss, as Coal watches my face for every little reaction. No one has ever touched me like this, not even Coal. Not even that day in the woods. “You’re insane, I don’t have a choice. If you say I’m yours, then I’m yours.”
He yanks his hand away from me and slams his knuckles into the rough red brick wall beside my head, making them bleed.
He stares at me for only a second before he seals his lips to mine once again. This kiss is desperate and heated. He’s dominating me, but it’s more than that. It’s like he needs this. Needs to feel me.
My body responds to his touch so easily, and I don’t bother pushing him away. I can’t. He kisses a trail down my neck, running his tongue gently over the bruise he made, causing the skin to tingle. It’s such a soft touch, and I want more.
“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” he asks against my skin, and I shake.
“Are you mine, Coal? Are we equal, or do you own me the same way a pet is owned? Do I get to choose you too, or do I simply do as I’m told?” I demand, my voice husky with lust and anger. He stills against me and looks into my eyes. For just a moment, his features soften.
He says nothing, just shoves away from me and storms off around the building. My legs shake from pent-up desire, and when I exhale, it’s ragged.
I take a moment to gather myself. I’m about to head back inside, but I'm stopped after just a few steps as someone grabs my neck and pulls my back against their chest. I can’t breathe, and I thrash as I start to panic, not knowing who’s just grabbed me so aggressively.
“Why do you test him and challenge him so?” Quil growls low and deep. The hard press of his cock against my ass makes me struggle harder. He loosens his grip over mythroat, and I gasp for air. “I don’t understand his obsession with you…” he snarls, pissing me off.
“No? Your hard cock says you understand well enough,” I snap, probably unwisely, but Quil has a special effect on me that makes me lash out. I want to fight him, even more than I want to fight Coal. I want to see him on his knees. “Or are you jealous? Do you wish he was pinning you to that wall, Quil?” I taunt in a quiet whisper. His answering growl makes me smirk.
“Careful, or I’ll bend you over right here and fuck your virgin cunt until you scream,” he hisses, and goddess help me, I whimper, pressing against him. My treacherous body wants Quil to follow through.
“Do it then. Fuck me until I scream, Quil. What’s stopping you? Coal? Is it because you don’t really want my cunt, you want his dic-” I’m cut off when he grips my throat tight again. I challenged his bluff, and the sharp breath he takes tells me I’m affecting him with my words just as much as he’s affecting me with his cruel threats.
