Okay, so that just went all over her. How dare he try to intimidate her. Jacque turned the knob and practically threw the door open. She sort of hoped he’d be right on the other side so it would smack him in the face.
“Such harsh thoughts, love,” Fane said as he stood from the couch and walked toward her.
“What the crap, Fane? Why should I be nervous?” she barked.
“Because I’m not happy with you. In fact, I’m quite angry.”
“HA! You’re quite angry? Is that right? Well, guess what, wolf-boy, I’m beyond quite angry. I have crossed into the city limits of pissed the hell off.”
Fane clucked his tongue at her. “Language, Jacquelyn.”
She was going to kill him. She was seriously going to murder the father of her child. Jacque turned to head to the bedroom but only made it four steps before an arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against a muscular chest.
“We aren’t done talking,” he whispered in her ear.
Jacque was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to her. Unfortunately, what he did, he did really, really well.
His teeth scraped across his mark on her neck and she bit her bottom lip to keep from making a sound.
“I say we are done talking,” she finally bit out and pulled out of his hold. Jacque was just about to be home free as she started to close the bathroom door and lock it when Fane pushed his foot into the doorway.
“Jacquelyn,” he growled. “We need to talk.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you if you’ll let me close the door.”
He was taken off guard by her comment and nearly pulled his foot back. “You don’t want to look at me while we talk?”
“Nope.”
“You don’t want me to touch you while we talk?” he asked.
Jacque rolled her eyes. “When you say it like that it sounds so freaky.”
Fane grinned. “We could make it freaky. I still want you even when we’re fighting.”
Jacque shrugged. “Good to know. Now move your foot.”
“Nope,” he mimicked her early word.
Jacque decided she was going to have to fight dirty. She leaned forward a little and motioned with her finger for him to come closer. When he leaned close enough for her to whisper in his ear, she bit down, hard. Fane yelped and instinctively backed away which gave her the time she needed to get the door closed and locked.
Jacque began getting ready for a much-needed shower and was just about to step under the spray when the door was suddenly kicked open. Wood splintered from the door frame and the walls shook. Fane stepped in looking like a bull who’d been kicked in his boy parts. He turned to look at her and his eye were bright blue.
“Oops,” she whispered. Apparently Fane wasn’t the only one ticked off, his wolf looked pretty ticked too.
“It has been two months since I have held you, kissed you, spent time with you, listened to your voice, or held you while you slept, and you dare keep a door between us?” His voice was cool and stiff.
“I dare?” Jacque growled. “I am a grown woman. If I want a damn continent between us then that is what will happen.”
“You aremywoman,” he snapped back.
Jacque pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a breath. “Sally needed me, Fa—”
“I NEEDED YOU. YOUR SON NEEDED YOU.” he roared.
Oh, he did not just pull the mommy card. Jacque growled as her wolf perked up at the insinuation that she hadn’t cared for their pup properly. “It would be wise of you, mate, to go until we are ready to speak.” It wasn’t Jacque’s voice that came out of her. It was her wolf and she was pissed.
Fane’s head turned as his eyes glowed brighter. “You are mine.”
