Almost immediately, he hopped back up and smirked, turning his attention back to me. We continued to fight for the next fifteen minutes, and he didn’t let up once, pushing me harder than anyone had.
But it seemed like everyone else was getting a special treatment. Derek. Melissa from geometry. Even Vanessa who was trying hard to fight Roman. He actually let her work her moves—whether those moves were rubbing herself on him or actually doing some type of takedown.
When I was too preoccupied with her, Cayden slammed me down. I laid against the ground for a moment, taking a deep breath and envying how easily everyone else had it.
Roman jumped up from Vanessa’s takedown, helped her up, and looked over at me. My heart raced with anger, jealousy, a need to prove my worthiness as a warrior to him. I slammed my palms onto the ground and jumped up.
“Come on, Isabella. You’re stronger andsmarterthan that,” Cayden said to me.
I growled under my breath and stormed at him. After finding an opening, I came at him with everything I had, lifted him off of the ground, and drove him into the dirt. Hard.
When his body collided with the ground, he grunted. “Damn.” He took a deep breath, as if he had the wind knocked out of him. “I didn’t know you hadthatin you.”
After practice, I growled and hurled my sweaty t-shirt at my gym bag. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Nobody went easy on me—not that I wanted them to. I just didn’t want to look like I didn’t know what I was doing. Because I did know. I had studied and trained for longer than anyone. Yet they had gone harder on me—purposefully.
“Growling will get you nowhere,” Roman said, standing a few feet to my left. Most of the warriors and recruits had disappeared into the forest to return home for the night.
I pressed my lips together, wanting to do nothing more than to sink into my sheets and release all the tension from today. I tossed my bag over my shoulder and clenched my fist around the strap, turning to him.
Covered in a layer of sweat that made his whole body glisten, arms crossed over his chest, biceps swelling from the sheer amount of pressure put on them from training today, he stared at me with his head tilted to the side and a smirk on those damn plump lips.
“You seemed to be struggling today. Maybe being a warrior isn’t for you.” His golden eyes shimmered under the setting sun.
My nostrils flared. All that talk about being a good girl because good girls get rewarded. I growled lowly. Fuck being a good girl for him. I wanted to be bad.
Vanessa, the only other pack member still here, walked to her car. “Bye, Roman! Bye, Izzy!” She wiped a towel across her breasts, wiping off sweat, and I scrunched my nose. “See you tomorrow.”
Roman nodded, offering her a smile and a small wave. I narrowed my eyes at him. Who did this man think he was? Why the hell was he going easy onher?
When she pulled out of the driveway, I brushed past him. He snatched my wrist and pulled me back. “I didn’t dismiss you.”
“I don’t need you to dismiss m—”
He snaked a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly, and pressed me against the side of the house. “What did I tell you about disrespecting me?”
I grasped his hand, my fingers tingling. “I don’t need any reward from you,” I said between clenched teeth.
He pushed me harder against the siding, pressing his hardness into my thigh. Warmth pooled between my legs, and I cursed myself for reacting like this. He moved his hardness farther up my leg until it was pressing into the front of my leggings. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, my core pulsing.
His lips brushed against my ear. “You don’t seem too sure about that.” He rubbed two fingers into the front of my pants, massaging my clit.
I parted my lips, my head falling back slightly. Don’t give into him so easily, Isabella.
“You’re not even… fucking… good at this.” I pushed his hand away.
He stared at me, eyes darker than ever, canines emerging under his lips. He gripped my chin and shoved it to the side. His fingers slipped into my panties and thrusted into my wet pussy. “Not good at this, huh?”
“Cayden could probably please me better than you could.”
His fingers roughly pounded into my pussy, sending me further and further against the side of the house with each thrust.
“His hand around my throat,” I said. Roman tightened his grip on my neck. “His fingers—those long, rough fingers—destroying my tight little pussy.” Roman entered a third finger into me, and I clenched. His hand travelled down my neck, and he roughly grasped my breast. Holy…
I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped onto his wrist. “His fingers… Moon Goddess, his fingers tugging on my nipples.”
Roman pinched my nipple between two fingers and tugged on it. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, whimpering, as my whole body trembled. And when Roman’s canines brushed against the sensitive part of my neck, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me. I had never felt so good.
After a few moments, he shoved me back—harshly—and stepped away from me, trying to gather himself. Though he was furious, his eyes were tinted the lightest shade of gold, just like the early morning sunrays.
