"I don't know."
"Try."
"I… feel good when you touch me. You deserve to feel that way when I touch you too."
He was so fucking full of it.
Maybe that was part of it, but that wasn't everything. He wouldn't have called himself insatiable if that was the whole story.
He was still playing games, and he had no idea that I was even on the board.
I would win.
Eventually.
I just had to continue onward with my bitchy plan.
"It's only about reciprocation, for you," I said. "Not because you have any type of feelings for me."
He hesitated a beat before he answered. "Yes. Your turn."
"I care about getting you off because you have all of the power over me in this situation. I have no power over you. If you get to call all of the shots, and you're always in complete control, we don't have a relationship or a mate bond.Youhave a pretty little wolf on a leash. At least I have my cafés to keep me company, though you could take those down too if you wanted."
His fury blazed through the bond, though his expression barely changed.
He was on his feet and carrying me to our bed a moment later. Icy water dripped down our bodies, blissfully cold against my skin as he unintentionally froze it.
He set me down on the edge of the bed and flung his hands out at the sides of his chiseled body. "Do your worst, Kitten. Call your shots. Take your power."
I scoffed. "I'm not going fuck you when you've just told me you're only interested in touching me because I take your pain away. You're still trying to manipulate me."
I was also trying to manipulate him, but he didn't need to know that.
"This is what you wanted." He gestured violently to himself. "I'm offering myself up on a silver platter. This is as good as it's going to get. As good asIam going to get."
"Fuck you." I stood up, putting my hands on his chest and shoving him backward. We were both dripping wet, and hedidn't flinch under my touch. I couldn't hurt him that way. Not after what he'd been through.
"I'm sorry I made the mistake of having emotions about our situation for five seconds, Your Highness. It won't happen again." I strode back into the bathroom long enough to unplug the drain and grab a towel.
"A run would be good,"Sable said."He needs to stew. I'll make it long."
"Why am I even trying?"I stalked toward the back door."Is this ever going to work? He's still determined just to use me."
"He'll get there,"Sable promised.
She couldn't guarantee it.
Callum was behind me, his steps much slower than mine as he followed me down the hall. The sudden pain setting in right after the pleasure of my touch was probably a lot for him. "What are you doing, Kat?"
He used my real name, so he obviously realized the precariousness of the situation. This was my plan, but I was still pissed.
"Leaving." I dropped my towel at the door and yanked it open, stepping out onto the porch and shifting.
"You have one hour,"Callum growled into my mind as Sable launched into the trees.
"I have as long as I fucking want. Maybe I'll see you in the morning. Maybe I won't. You do not control me, and I don't owe you my loyalty."
His snarl in my mind rivaled a wolf's.
