“Well, yeah.”
“How do you think we get this food, hm? We put in the work. We’re out there hunting practically every day and night. We spend days ensuring we have enough food to serve us, and our allies. Just because you had nothing does not mean that we’ve had everything handed to us,” he says.
Great. Not only have I embarrassed him, I’ve hit a nerve. You would have thought I had called him a spoiled brat with the way he’s taking it. And heisspoiled.
I can’t help myself. “I’ve had to go days without food. They may have to go to one feast with only one steak instead of many. We are not the same.”
As quickly as I finish, I regret the words. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“I gave you three chances, and you’ve broken every. Single. One. I don’t want your sorrys. I want your obedience. I want your pain.”
“What’re you going to do to me?”
Chapter FIFTEEN
Jay
We’re standing in his bedroom when Caleb says the words my wolf has been fantasizing about: “Take off your clothes.”
He wants me here? Now? After he’s been threatening me with Casey’s wellbeing all day?
“What? No!”
“You stink. You need to shower.”
Oh, that’s what he meant. Heat rushes to my cheeks for thinking otherwise.
I discreetly bend my head to my underarms, trying to sniff.
Okay, I’ve smelled better. But what did they expect when the only thing they’ve given me is a soapy sponge?
“Excuse me if I haven’t had time to practice good hygiene. I’ve been a little busy being your prisoner.” Rolling my eyes, I grip the hem of my shirt. “Could you turn around?”
“No.” Caleb crosses his arms. “You’re going to strip for me. Right now.”
What is his angle?
Going with it, I bite my lip and try to remove my shirt, but my head gets caught in the process.
So much for grace and dignity.
Standing in my underwear, I cover myself as best as I can.
He frowns.
I know it’s because the clothes don’t fit the way they should. I imagine he doesn’t find protruding ribs all that sexy.
I want to disappear. This is humiliating. I’d much prefer that he’d whip me than watch me shower. And why does that thought turn me on?
Mentally, I slap myself out of it.Stop it. That’s not normal.
“Take off your panties.” I pause.
Well, what is normal anyhow?
It’s as if a two by four hits me on the back of my head at his request. I hesitate. As enticing as his request is, I don’t want him to see all of me.
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
