“No, you cannot see them,” she growled.
“Why’d you get to see them?”
“It was for educational purposes.”
Decebel moved with inhuman speed and flipped his mate onto her back, hovering over her. “Well, then by all means, educate me Mrs. Anghelescu,” he purred.
Jennifer shoved at his shoulders, attempting to push him off of her. It was cute, really. He just stared at her, the heat in his gaze making her squirm.
“Not now, we need to talk.”
He did not like that answer at all.We need to talkis code forsit, stay, and get your ass chewed out.
“I think I like my idea better,” he said using the bond to persuade her.
She growled at him and slammed her end of the bond shut. He hated when she did that. It was painful to be cut off from her.
“Jennifer,” he snarled.
His mate snarled right back and seven hells if it didn’t just make him want her more. Why was she being difficult? She never turned him away. Never. Yes, he was a blessed son-of-a-wolf.
“We. Need. To Talk,” she said again slowly, putting the emphasis on each word as if he wasn’t capable of understanding her.
Decebel knew that look. That was the look that saidthere is nothing on this earth or in any other realm that will change my mind, so change yours or die. He groaned and rolled off of her. He really didn’t want to.
“I didn’t say you had to move,” she grumbled. “I just said we needed to talk.”
“I can’t lay on top of you and just talk. No male could lay on top of his woman’s body andjusttalk. It’s an unspoken rule. If she’s underneath you, then it’s go time.”
She snorted at him. “It’s go time?” The words came out in a laugh.
“Yousay stuff like that all the time.”
“Yeah, but coming from me it’s awesome. Coming from you it’s like a medieval Romanian warrior attempting to use twenty-first century military lingo. Sort of like a bear attempting to poop in a toilet and not in the woods.”
Decebel shook his head as he chuckled. “Only you would say something like ‘a bear attempting to poop in a toilet’ and not think that it was a strange thing to say.”
“It’s why you lurv me, babe.” She winked at him. “Now, quit distracting me. We need to talk.”
He let out a sigh. “What’d I do this time?”
Her brow drew together and her lips pursed. “What?” Realizing what he was thinking, she shook her head and waved him off. “No, no. You aren’t in trouble this time—at least not yet. But the day is still young, so there’s hope for you yet. No, we need to talk about Drake and Bethany.”
Decebel almost face palmed. If he had to deal with one more territorial, out of control wolf, he just might kill them all and be done with it. “What’dhedo this time?”
“Well…” Jennifer began.
Decebel settled back against his pillow. Whenever she started a sentence with ‘well,’ it meant that whatever she was going to say wasn’t going to be quick.
“Bethany and Drake got into an argument because he won’t touch her and she wants him to touch her. But he’s being this chivalrous butthead about it and making decisions for her.”
“He’s protecting her, as is his right,” Decebel interrupted.
She snapped her fingers at him. “Uh-uh, buddy. You keep those beautiful lips shut. You can say your peace after I’ve told you everything.”
“Fine,” he huffed.
“Bethany is eighteen. No, she isn’t a normal eighteen-year-old, but she’s still an adult. She’s in her right mind and has every right to make decisions for herself.”
