She was mine. Only mine. All mine.
“Isabella,” I warned.
“Roman,” she whispered. “Don’t make memake youmark me.” She brushed her hand across the front of my pants, and I hardened at her touch. “You know I have ways of making you do things.”
She had gushed about her parents'momentwhen we were kids, hanging out in my parents’ backyard. She always told me how she imagined her moment: finding her mate, kissing him under the moon inside a garden of Moonflowers. I wanted to give her that; she deserved it after what I put her through.
But now… it was all about to be ruined.
I growled one last time, and she tilted my head away from me, giving me a clear view of her neck—right where she wanted me to mark her. “Roman,” she whispered again. “Imagine your mark right here.” She gazed up at me with those big blue eyes and drew my fingers across her neck. “Your teeth sinking into my neck, claiming me.” She blushed and sucked in a breath. “How good it would look on me.”
I cursed under my breath. She would break me. Right here. Right now.
She slipped her hand into my pants and grasped my hard cock. “Don’t you think it would, Roman?”
Control, Roman, control.
She stepped around me, hopped up onto my desk, and pulled me closer to her until I was pressing against her wet… fucking… pussy. “Mark me, Roman.”
Mark mate.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pulled her closer to me, my teeth against her neck. I brushed my thumb against her jaw and growled. She was mine.
“Let me show everyone—Cayden, Raj, Ryker—that I’m yours and yours only.”
“Mine,” I growled. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she said breathlessly. My canines brushed against her skin. She was mine, and I was going to claim her.
Chapter 45
Isabella
Someone knocked at the door, and Roman pulled away from me—but didn’t stop staring. The sunlight bounced off his eyes, making them a golden sea. All I wanted was for him to drop this tough-guy act and sink his teeth into my neck. Claiming me.
Roman readjusted himself and opened the door. Cayden stood outside, running a hand through his thick locks and pacing back and forth. “Where have you been? We have a—”
Ryker appeared down the hall, storming toward Roman’s office with a tight jaw and even tighter fists. “Isabella, I need to talk to you. Now,” he said. My eyes widened. Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew I should’ve called him or went back to the Lycans or something.
Without giving me a chance to speak, Roman growled and pulled me behind him. Ryker stepped forward, but Roman didn’t back down. He growled again, his nails lengthening into claws.
Vanessa opened her door. “What’s going on out here?” she asked. She actually had the decency to put on clothes this time. “Oooh, a love triangle.” She leaned against the door frame and looked between us three. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Isabella.”
Roman and Ryker both growled, causing her to snap her lips closed. Thankfully, because if they didn’t, I would have done it myself.
“Get out of my house,” Roman said through his teeth to Ryker.
“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Isabella, one ofmyLycans.”
Oh, no. This was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
They stepped closer to each other, and I stepped between the two of them, placing my hands on each other their chests, before they could kill each other. What was wrong with these two? Hell, what was wrong with all these big-headed, testosterone-filled men?
Roman pulled my wrist away from Ryker’s chest, but I stopped him. “Stop it.”
“This is your fault, Roman,” Ryker seethed, eyes flickering to a vicious black.
“My fault?” Roman growled. “What the fuck is my fault?”
