“You know nothing about what I want.”
“Moon Goddess, Isabella! If I was in your shoes, I would shut the fuck up about all of this. You have an education. Use it and be thankful.” He pressed his lips together, holding back from saying something worse.
“I’m thankful for my education,” I said, knowing that he didn’t get to finish his because the pack needed him to become alpha when he was only fifteen. But that wasn’t what this was about. I stepped closer to him, staring him right in his green eyes, my heart racing. “But I want to be a warrior.”
“Well, you’re not!” he said, eyes becoming a dark mess of gold. He stepped closer to me, glaring down at me with so much fury. “And why are you wearing this jacket?” He grabbed the collar of my jacket, curling it in his fingers. “I didn’t assign you to work under Jakkobs, did I?”
I ripped myself out of his grip and turned around, trying to get away from his intoxicating minty scent. I couldn’t handle the way it was making my heart race. “Well, Roman, if you don’t want to see me in it, then take it off.”
He let out a low growl that made me shiver in… delight… and pushed me against the door. His stubble rubbing against the nape of my neck. His warm breath on my ear. His fingers gliding around my throat. Fuck whatever I said about not needing him last night.
“Fuck, Isabella,” he breathed, nose training up the side of my neck. “Don’t tempt me because I will bend you over your mother’s desk and rip off every single piece of your clothing. I can’t handle this anymore.”
“You’re all talk.”
No, whatever it was between us would never be the same… but having him touch me—even like this—made my wolf happy. She wanted him even though it was wrong, and I wanted my old friend Roman back. If him touching me like this was the only way I could smell his scent or be comfortable in his arms… then so be it.
He growled and roughly pulled me closer to him with a fistful of my hair, then curled his fingers into my neck. “All talk?” He scoffed.
In one moment, he pulled up the back of my jacket, pushed down my pants, and pressed himself into me from behind, making me feel his cock through his jeans on my ass. “I would take you right here, Isabella. Would make you beg me to stop. Would leave you stumbling out of this fucking room.” He smirked, and I clenched. “But you said you didn’t need me.”
I dug my fingernails into the door, cursing under my breath.
He plunged a finger into my pussy. “You don’t need this?” he asked. I clenched around his finger, and he added another one. “Huh?”
“Roman,” I said, grasping his wrist in my hand but not stopping him. He curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot. “Holy…” I breathed out, a wave of heat warming my core, and pressed my knees together.
He growled lowly, his teeth on my neck, and stepped between my feet to push them apart. “Roman.” I moaned. My pussy tightened, the pressure almost becoming unbearable. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh, my Moon Goddess.”
“Tell me what I want to hear, Isabella.”
“N-no.” I reached behind me to grasp his cock through his pants and stroked it at the same pace. “Fuck, I want you inside me.”
He swore under his breath, lips grazing against my jaw. His fingers moved quicker. I clenched, the pressure rising in my core. “I bet you taste so fucking good.”
I parted my lips, my legs collapsing. My fingers dug into the door, trying to find anything I could to hold myself up. My core pulsed over and over and over on him until I had released all of my juices.
When I finished, he pulled his fingers out of me and released my neck. Someone wiggled the doorknob, and my eyes widened. I pulled up my pants and watched Roman suck his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head—as if I was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
The door was suddenly pulled open, and Mom stood there. Her dark brows were furrowed as she looked between us. Then she bowed her head toward Roman, smiling tensely. “Alpha, I hope my daughter isn’t being a nuisance...”
I gazed over at him. He was fighting to keep his wolf contained, his golden eyes shining through Roman’s green irises. He clenched his jaw. “Of course, not.” Then he walked right out of the room, leaving me standing in front of Mom, trying not to tremble. “I’ll see you at the assignment party tonight, Isabella.”
Chapter 17
Isabella
Roman held a party for the graduates every year since his parents died, celebrating not only the assignments but graduating from their education. The parties were always bigger and better than the previous year, and today was no different.
Moonflowers were scattered around the backyard of the packhouse and throughout the forest leading to the pack lake, where Vanessa was probably half-naked and flirting with some warriors already.
“I’m gonna find Derek,” I said to Mom and Dad after we arrived. When I had disappeared into the crowd, I tugged my hair up into a high bun, showing off the pink mark that Roman left on my neck earlier.
Derek stood by the grill, stacking three hamburgers on top of each other on his plate. I grabbed a plate from one of the tables that housed food that pack members had cooked for this special occasion. Mel’s hotdogs. Toni’s chicken wrapped in bacon. Bob’s casserole. At least Dad didn’t bring his meatloaf.
Roman walked up next to me, gazing around the table. He glanced in my direction, his scent so sweet.
“What?” I asked, grabbing a heaping portion of the casserole.
