“You kissed one of them,” Roman repeated, hurt sewn into his eyes.
I ran a hand through my hair. I should be back at the Lycans now, reporting to Ryker that I failed the mission… but I wanted to be here with my mate who was now seething because I told him I kissed that rogue. “Roman, stop,” I pleaded. “It was for my job.”
He stood abruptly, tugging on his sweatpants. His teeth lengthened into canines, and he eyed my neck. My body shuttered just thinking about him plunging them into my flesh and claiming me. But, instead, he stormed right out of the room and slammed the door.
I grabbed his shirt and followed him down the hallway. “Roman, where are you going? I don’t want to continue playing this game. Come on.” This was ridiculous. I didn’t even want to kiss him, but I had to forwork. “Roman, please.”
The muscles in his back were tense. “Isabella, don’t follow me. Please.” He shut and locked his office door.
And, just as it did, the bitch herself walked out of her bedroom, dressed in only a t-shirt—Roman’s t-shirt—the same one from the day at the café. She smirked at me, her red-painted lips curling into a smirk. “Isabella?” She furrowed her brows together. “What’re you doing here?”
I glared at her. “You need to pack your bags and leave.”
“Leave?” She grabbed my chin, inhaled deeply, and smirked. “You don’t make the rules around here,Izzy. Roman does, and Roman wants me around.”
I snatched her elbow and twisted it, making her yelp. “One, I’m not in the mood for you. Two, I’m not going to take your shit anymore like I used to. Three, if you touch me like that again, I’ll pull your shoulder out of its socket so fast that you won’t even know I did.” I released her elbow and she pulled it back, then knocked on Roman’s office door.
“Roman!” Her voice was so high-pitched and squeaky I thought I was going to lose my mind. “Roman!”
He growled from inside of his office. “Leave, Vanessa.”
She pouted her lips. “Please, Roman.”
“I’m not going to tell you again.”
She marched straight out of the hallway and slammed her door shut. What was the goddamn point of that? To get on my nerves?
I pounded my fist onto the office door. “Roman, let me in.”
He growled again, and my wolf purred for him.
“Stop acting like a child.”
The door suddenly opened, and Roman’s wolf stared down at me, eyeing the one spot on my neck where my wolf had been begging him to bite me.
Chapter 44
Roman
I walked out of the room so I didn’t mark her out of anger. Just listening to her tell me she willingly kissed one of those rogues made me furious. All I wanted was to thrust her against the bed and sink my teeth into her.
But I waited three years—three fucking years. I wanted our moment to be special. Not rash.
I wasn’t a Ryker. I wasn’t going to mark a woman out of pure rage, even if she was my woman.
She glared up at me. “You can’t be angry at me, Roman. It was work. It wasn’t like I willingly let someone that I knew liked me live in the packhouse and walk around in my own fucking clothes while my mate was chasing her dreams.”
I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back my wolf who could never relax when he was with her. He was always there, always vying for her attention, always wanting her to submit to him.
In the heat of the moment, I pulled her into my office, slammed the door shut, and pressed her against it. She smelled so fucking sweet, I couldn’t help stuffing my face into the crook of her neck and inhaling. My teeth brushed against her soft spot. “I’m not angry at you,” I said tensely, fighting with my wolf to stay in control. I pulled away momentarily. “I just want you too fucking bad.”
I needed to put space between us or I would be one more moment away from taking her out of rage and pure innate need. I stepped back but grasped her hands. “All I want is to mark what is mine.” I eyed that lovely little neck of hers again and resisted my wolf. “To show everyone that you aremine.”
Her cheeks flushed. “What’s stopping you?”
She always knew exactly what to say to bring my wolf to the surface. I stepped back, bumping into my desk so I wouldn’t jump at her. “I don’t want to mark you out of anger,” I said slowly.
She frowned, thinking for a few moments, then took my hand and placed it on her fragile neck. When my fingers brushed over her soft spot, she shook with utter bliss and I growled.
