His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and a dark piece of his hair bounced against the middle of his forehead. Brows furrowed together, eyes on me and me only, canines emerging from his lips, he grasped my chin and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hard.
“Fuck,” he mumbled on my lips. He pulled out of me, hopped off of the bed, and pulled me toward him by the ankle. “Come here.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up and thrust me against the wall. He pressed his lips to mine, sliding his cock back into me. I pulled him closer to me, as close as I could get him, and kissed him hard. I never wanted to stop this, I never wanted to stop kissing him, to stop loving him.
Roman was mine.
He kissed down my neck, still pumping in and out of me. His lengthened canines brushed against my soft spot, and my core tightened. “Please, Roman.” I needed his mark.
When his teeth brushed against my skin, everything slowed down. Every breath he took warmed my neck, making me hot and needy for him. It was like my heat, but it actually feltgood. He slowed his thrusts and gripped my ass tighter.
My toes curled as I waited and waited and waited for him to finally sink his teeth into my neck. And, yet, he still seemed to resist me.
Instead of biting me, he pressed his lips hard to my skin. And, though pleasure was pulsing through my body, I couldn’t help feeling bad. Even after everything I went through, he still didn’t want to mark me. After all the pain and all the heartbreak and all the heat, he rather I was not marked by him.
He thrust one last time up into my tight pussy, grasped onto my shoulders, and held me to him. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, and I couldn’t help releasing myself at just the feel. “Oh, Goddess,” I said.
After sighing into my neck, he pulled out of me and rested me onto his grey bed sheets. He stared at me, his brows drawn together. “Isabella, you’re so beautiful.”
My chest felt tight, and I didn’t know what to say.
He laid next to me, his head on my shoulder, and wrapped an arm around my waist. Though his mint scent always calmed me, my heart was beating rapidly in my chest. I was overwhelmed.
Everything that happened this past week—these past two days—was too much for me. From the heat to the necklace to not going right to the Lycan’s property when I was going through heat like Ryker told me to… After all that, I ended up here in my mate’s arms. And that was when the first tear fell.
Chapter 43
Isabella
I cried out every single emotion I had felt this past month.
Hurt. Betrayal. Sorrow. Rage. Passion.
My fingers grazed against my necklace, sending a wave of heat through my body. It felt different around my neck. It meant something now.
Roman pulled me to his chest, placed a kiss on my forehead, and massaged my scalp. “Why are you crying, my dear Isabella?”
I threw my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. Roman wanted me. He really did. He might’ve still been angry at me—I didn’t know—but this necklace and lying in his bed with his strong arms wrapped around me proved that he still wanted me.
“I thought you were going to reject me,” I whispered through me tears.
“Reject you?” He pulled away enough for me to see him, but I pulled him closer. “What made you think I’d reject you?”
My lip trembled. “Because you let Vanessa into your home, you told me to leave without even placing the necklace on me, you refused to mark me… I-I didn’t hear from you for a whole month.”
He pulled me closer to his chest, lips against my ear. “I waited three years for you. I would never reject you, especially since this is all my fault.”
When I stopped sobbing and my body stopped shaking, I pulled away from him and stared into his golden eyes. I needed to tell him everything. I didn’t care if it hurt him; I didn’t care if he didn’t tell me what happened here. I wanted the air to be clear between us.
“I was going to let Raj mark me.”
“I know,” he said, tensely. “I could smell him on you.”
I swallowed hard, on the verge of tears again. “And that rogue… I was only doing it for work. I didn’t mean to kiss him; I didn’t want to kiss him.”
“You kissed one of them?”
I pressed my lips together. There was no hidinganythingnow. I wanted to start clean. “Yes, I kissed one of them, then I killed him even though my mission didn’t call for it.” I swallowed hard. My mission was supposed to be to get information out of the rogues, not to kiss them, not to kill them, not to run to Roman’s house afterwards. I fucked up my one solo mission by getting my heat and killing the rogue. “I killed him,” I whispered. What would Ryker say about that?
