“Nonsense?” she asked slowly. “You think how I feel about something is nonsense?”
“That’s not what I said, Bethany. Don’t twist my words.”
Bethany clenched her hands into fists at her sides and snarled as she stomped her right foot. “It is not nonsense, Drake. You hurt me. You refused to listen to me. You yelled at me and threw a lamp.”
“I didn’t throw it at you,” he grumbled.
“I didn’t say you did. But throwing objects is not something that will be a part of our fights.”
“Well if that’s the case, then our Alpha female didn’t rub off on you too much,” he said as he raised his head and looked up at her.
“Jen didn’t live in violence for eleven years,” she answered coolly. “She hasn’t been bitten almost daily, struck repeatedly, and thrown about like an old ragdoll. If you feel like you are getting angry enough to throw things, then I need you to walk away for a while.”
“Bethany, you threatened to seek out another male.” Drake surged to his feet, energy suddenly infusing him.
She nodded. “You’re right, I did, and I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the effect those words would have.”
He stared at her open mouthed. He hadn’t been expecting the apology.
“It seems we have some things we need to talk about.” Bethany walked past him, and from the corner of her eye she saw his face cringe as though he was in pain. She must have gotten too close. She went straight for the kitchen, her stomach growling. She’d had nothing but hot chocolate the night before. Drake’s eyes were on her the entire length of the suite and he stalked her like the predator he was.
“Are you hungry?” she asked him over her shoulder as she reached for two glasses from the cabinet. She heard a grunt and took that as an affirmative. Bethany didn’t know how to cook. Her meals, if you could call them that, had been provided by the monsters. She could only recall being able to make one thing before she’d been captured—peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. So she went to work searching out a butter knife and bread before hunting the peanut butter (crunchy) and the jelly.
Thankful she’d found everything she needed, Bethany made them both a sandwich and poured them each a glass of milk. When she turned to take Drake his plate, she had to take a step backward to keep from bumping into him.
“Here,” she said, thrusting the plate at him and the glass. He’d rattled her, though she didn’t think that was his intention. As Drake took the offered breakfast, Bethany paused long enough to look at Drake’s face. She saw then that Drake, the man, was not the one in control. His wolf had taken over.
Calmly, she turned and grabbed her own plate and drink from the counter. She walked over to the breakfast table and eased into a chair. Instead of sitting across from her, Drake took the seat right beside her. He was careful not to touch her, but he got as close to her as the magic would allow.
“So do you talk when your wolf is in control?” she asked before taking a bite of the sandwich.
“Mine,” Drake growled as he continued to stare at her.
“Okay,” Bethany said as she watched Drake sniff his sandwich. “One syllable words will have to do.”
“Touch,” Drake huffed as he reached his hand out to her but quickly pulled it back before reaching her arm. He snarled but she knew it wasn’t at her. He was snarling at the magic that kept him from her.
When his glowing eyes rose to hers once more, Bethany’s heart nearly stopped at the emotion that poured out of those eyes.
“Hurt,” he grumbled at her.
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” she practically whispered. “I need your touch too. I need—” she breathed out as she attempted to get control of her emotions. “I need you to believe me when I say that I know what I want and what I need. I may have gone into that coven as a little girl but I emerged as a grown woman.”
“Touch,” his wolf growled again.
Bethany looked away as the tears filled her eyes. She hated that she was so emotional over this. She didn’t even understand it; she just knew that she needed Drake’s touch like she needed water to quench her thirst.
“Mine! Touch!” The wolf nearly howled making Bethany jump in her seat.
Her eyes snapped back to him and she watched as his breathing increased and his nostrils flared. He was holding on by a thread. And so was she.
Bethany nodded. “Okay, okay.” Her voice was weary, as if the previous night’s sleep had done nothing to restore her energy. “You can touch me,” she said quietly.
Drake’s wolf rumbled his approval but he didn’t move. Bethany looked at him, her brow raised, but he just stared back. She opened up the bond and immediately felt him flood her mind. She couldn’t just tell him he was allowed to touch her, she had to want the touch as well. Pack magic was apparently very specific.
“I want you to touch me, Drake,” she said clearly as she held his gaze. A single tear fell as she added, “Please.”
Between that breath and the next she was in his arms. Drake had picked her up faster than she could have believed possible and was cradling her to his chest. His face was buried in her neck and she felt his tongue ghost across the bite mark he’d left on her neck that first night she’d ‘met’ him. She trembled in his arms as the act caused all sorts of reactions inside of her.
