“One of us will get you to and from school. You don’t need him to do that, and I don’t want him around César. I don’t know him and I sure as shit don’t trust him with my son.”
I rub my temples with my fingers, a headache already blooming as I tamp down my agitation. Jae says nothing, for which I’m grateful. His eyes narrow into slits, but he does the right thing and keeps his mouth shut, letting me deal with Jordy’s sudden hostility. César grabs for his cheeks, smooshing his face and attempting to blow raspberries against his skin. It's adorable, but only serves to piss off Jordy more.
“Can you buckle him in his car seat?” I ask Jae and he nods, turning to put César in the car. Before Jordy can argue I grab his hand and tug him closer to the building away from the growing crowd that is all too interested in what one of the school’s shifters is getting himself into. Sometimes I really hate high school.
“You don’t get to dictate who I spend my time with,” I remind him as soon as we’re a safe distance away. “And you do not get to dictate who I have in César’s life.”
“I’m his dad—”
“And I’m his mom. Jae giving me a ride and being in César’s life doesn’t change that any more than Desmond or Rafael being in his life.”
The muscles of his jaw flex. “It’s not the same. They’re Pack—”
“He’s my Pack!” I yell.
Jordy visibly recoils.
“He’s who I have in my corner. The person who’s been there for me when I’ve needed someone.”
“I’m your Pack. Not him. You have me, Rafael, Desmond, Isa—”
“That’s your Pack. We’re becoming friends, yeah, but…” I sigh. “Jae has been there for me. As a friend,” I rush to add when Jordy opens his mouth. “I’m not going to all of a sudden cut him out of our lives because you say so.”
Jordy’s stare burns through me as he takes a step forward until we’re little more than an inch away from one another. His hand comes up to wrap around the column of my throat, his hold possessive. He runs his thumb over my jaw and slowly over my bottom lip. I stay still the entire time, waiting to see what this beautiful boy will do when his anger rides him like this. When his wolf’s eyes illuminate his gaze.
“You and César are mine.”
I quirk a brow.
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, his canines seemingly larger than normal. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
His grip tightens just enough to be a warning. “You’re mine.”
“What happened to getting to know one another?” I ask. “Taking things slow.”
He backs me up against the wall and presses his body against mine. I can feel his cock dig into my stomach, already hard. “You said you wanted to take things slow. I never agreed.” He captures my lips in a drugging kiss. How does he undo me like this? His hand moves from my throat down to my chest where he squeezes one breast before trailing down my body to rest his hold on my hips.
“People are watching,” I gasp, tearing my mouth from his.
“You think I care?” he growls.
I push at his chest because while he might not, I certainly do. His mouth trails kisses down my neck and he presses his pelvis against me, letting me feel every glorious inch of him. My pussy clenches and I force myself to keep from melting into his touch.
“Jordy—”
“Joaninha—” There’s a warning in Jordy’s voice and he bites at the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I hiss and before I can do more than that, he steps back. I rub at the slight sting and turn an accusing glare his way.
“Was that really necessary?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Just marking what’s mine.”
“You don’t own me,” I remind him.
“Keep telling yourself whatever you need to hear.”
I shake my head and brush past him, Jae already seated in the driver’s seat of his car.
