One of my hands slides over her hip to trail up her stomach until I’m cupping one of her breasts. A flash of possessiveness hits me.
“Rafael…?” Her voice is quiet, hesitant.
There’s a question there but I can’t answer her. I don’t have the words for it, because I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, and I sure as hell am not going to admit that.
She cranes her neck to look at me, and I see the same want and need inside of me reflected in her gaze. I’ve never cared what a girl is thinking about or what she might be feeling, but with Isa, I can’t help myself from wanting to figure her out. Does she miss her old Pack? Her old life? What is she planning to do once she graduates? Will she leave?
She’s become my obsession, and even as I tell myself she’s nothing, no one, I dip my head down and capture her lips with mine, desperate to taste her. She gasps and I take full advantage, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth and drinking down her soft moans.
My other hand moves up to cup the back of her neck, angling her head more so I can deepen the kiss while I squeeze her breast, and fuck, does she have nice ones. Full and round. Just enough to fill my hand. I grip the plump flesh, satisfaction flaring within me when she arches her back, pushing her breast further into my grasp before twisting in my arms.
She’s so responsive. So fucking hot. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck. Her breasts press against my chest and I’m two seconds away from stripping her out of her clothes and fucking her right here on the kitchen counter when voices outside grow nearer.
She tears her mouth from mine. “Rafe.” Her breathing is heavy. Her chest heaves up and down and I realize mine is, too. I want this girl, and I have no fucking idea why. I steel myself and mask the need to sink myself inside her, fitting a bored expression on my face as our eyes connect.
“I…” Her brows furrow as she takes in my expression. Confusion flashes over her features.
The voices grow louder, and she takes a step back, trying to put distance between us, but I’m not ready to let her go. I grip her hips with bruising force, refusing to let her back away. She’s not the one in control here. I am.
The door to the cabin opens and Jordy strides in, Des hot on his heels.
“I told him you’d be busy,” Desmond says by way of greeting. I lift a single brow as if to say the interruption is of little consequence.
Jordy’s still got two girls, one under either arm beside him. He’s got that junior chick from earlier on his right and Sabrina on his left. I can tell he’s sober, despite the glazed and stupid happy expression he’s feigning for the girl’s benefit. His way of putting them at ease with the big bad wolf. “Hey, vanilla. You going to bang my bro, Rafe, tonight?” It’s all I can do not to punch him in the face. Sabrina’s eyes shoot to Isa and she visibly stiffens. I step forward, blocking Isa from view and Desmond smacks Jordy upside the head, muttering, “stupid fucker,” under his breath.
“Hey!” Jordy cries out, rubbing his head as if Desmond actually hurt him. We both know it’s all an act. “Not cool, man. What the hell?”
Desmond points down the hallway. “Take your women to your room or send them on their way.” He takes a deep inhale before a grin spreads across his face, surprising me, because Des isn’t usually one for smiles. “Rafe’s cooking tonight.”
Jordy perks up like a five-year-old about to get an ice cream cone or some shit and his gaze snaps toward me. “You cooked?”
I nod.
“What’d you make?” He’s all but forgotten about the two girls with him. Sabrina and the other chick whose name I don’t know and have no interest in learning stand just behind him with worried expressions on their faces. Looks like things aren’t going as they’d hoped.
“Albóndigas,” I tell him.
His smile widens and he turns. “Ladies, it’s been real.” He ushers them back to the front door despite their protests. Sabrina is clearly digging her heels in, not liking that she’s being shown the door.
“But, Jordy. I thought we were gonna party,” she whines.
“Sorry, uhhh…” He pauses and gives her an apologetic look.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes narrow before she responds with a drawn out, “Sabrina.”
He snaps his fingers together. “Right. Sabrina. Sorry. Something came up. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Her cheeks heat and she pushes out her bottom lip. “You haven’t even asked for my number yet.”
He grins at her. “I’ll get it. I have my ways. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”
Before she can respond, he gives her and her friend one last little push and closes the door behind them. Then he turns back to me. “I just gave up some prime pussy, so you better feed me, fucker.”
We all laugh and a sense of pride washes over me. I’m not Alpha. Not yet anyway. But I get an immense feeling of satisfaction every time I take care of these fuckers. My pops says it’s normal. Part of growing into my dominance and embracing my wolf, but it’s equally annoying as fuck. “You’ve got ten more minutes. Go find something to watch and I’ll get tortillas going.”
He nods and moves toward Isa.
I growl.
