Can I Touch You?

Julian

“Fuck!” I yell and throw the closest thing I can reach across the room.

‘You are stupid.’ My wolf says with a huff.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ I snap at him.

‘Why did you hesitate? She wanted to be with us.’

‘You would have done something stupid. I could feel it, and I won’t force the bond on her until I know without a doubt she’s ready.’ I tell him firmly.

‘She is our mate!’ He tries to push his way out, but I push back as hard as I can.

‘That isn’t enough. I need her to trust me. To see that I’m not like other people in her life. Besides, Isabella, no one has ever shared about her.’ I point out.

As much as he tries to fight his way out, I know he will eventually understand. I wipe a hand down my face and head downstairs. I set Mila up in my room, so I’ll have to find another place to sleep tonight. I’ll most likely take the couch. I want to be ready if someone tries to break in and take her. If I can’t lay beside her and protect her, then I will guard the door.

‘We are not a guard dog. We should punish him.’ My wolf purrs at the idea of spilling Roman’s blood.

It might help get some of this frustration out. I pull up Steven’s number and he answers on the first ring.

“Get to my place. Mila’s here. It’s a long story, but it involves Roman and I need to go take care of him. Bring Isabella.” I hang up without waiting for his response.

He’ll come and since I told him to bring Isabella, there is nothing to make him refuse. I wouldn’t be surprised if he claims that woman soon with how baffling he’s been over her. When I reach the front door, I stop and turn to look at the stairs leading to the second floor as if Mila might be there. She isn’t and the image of her curling into herself in my bed makes me feel sick to my stomach. She thinks I don’t want her when she couldn’t be more wrong. I want her too badly, which is why I need to put some space between us until I can get myself under control.

So I walk out of the house and send a text to my guys.

Me: Get him ready

I lock my phone and head down to the garage.

Steven

“I told you I want to go home. I don’t give a crap who your boss is! I will not let you push me around like some child.” Isabella says with a pout and crosses her arms across her chest.

I smirk. God, I love her spark and sassy mouth.

“My boss says to bring you to the house. Mila needs you.”

That has her perking up. “What? Is she okay? What the heck did he do to her? I swear I will kill him if he hurt her!”

She pulls her phone out of the weird tiny bag she’s been carrying and types away on it.

“Chill baby, we’re on our way there.” I grab her phone and slide it into my coat pocket.

She reaches over to grab it, but I catch her hand and hold it in mine. She tries to pull away but I turn her hand over a bite the soft skin of her wrist. A sweet gasp escapes her lips and I swear I’m hard instantly. I’ve been hard since I say her and it’s only gotten worse. Of course, she acts like I’m a pain in her ass, but I know the truth. She’s attracted to me just as much. How do I know? Because her sweet smell has been wrapping around me since she climbed into my car. God, I can’t wait to sink into her tight little cunt and make her scream my name, but my time will come.

“Let me go.” She hisses, but I move our hands to my thigh.

“Steven.” she warns, which makes me smirk more.

“YI love the way you say my name, baby, but I’ll like it better when you moan it in my ear.” I throw a wink her way and she scowls.

“Like hell am I letting your little snake near me.” She says with a laugh.

“Little. Baby, you do not know how wrong you are.” I slide her hand over to my rock hard dick.

That small contact alone makes me nearly burst. God, I want her bent over so I can pound that attitude right out of her.

“Umm…” She clears her throat and tries her best not to move her hand more than I am.

I want to test her a little, so I let go of her hand and place both of mine on the wheel. She doesn’t pull her hand away, just as I suspect she wouldn’t. Instead, she moves her hand over me again, making me groan.

“Shit, you better stop, baby, or I’ll pull over and fuck you.” I warn her.

I glance her way and see her smirk. Her eyes are fixed on where she’s touching me and fuck, it makes me even harder seeing her eyes blown and the light flush on her cheeks. I wonder if she’s ever touched a man like this before, but that also makes me furious. The idea of her touching another guy or another guy touching her makes me furious.

“Fuck it.” I pull off the highway, ignoring the chorus of horses behind me.

“What are you doing?” Isabella yells.

She’s holding onto the door for dear life until I slam on the brakes near an abandoned building far enough from the highway that no one can see us.

“What are you doing? Have you lost your min? You could have killed us!” she screams before throwing her door open and slamming it.

I follow her and see her walk toward the road. She isn’t going anywhere. I jog after her, grab her, and throw her over my shoulder.

“Let me go!” She yells, slamming a fist on my back.

It’s like being hit by a kitten, so I laugh. “Sheathe your claws, little cat. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Kidnapping and murder are considered hurting someone last time I checked.” She says, still going at her fist slamming.

“I didn’t kidnap you and I won’t be murdering you. If I wanted to, I had many opportunities and it would be such a waste of a fine ass lie yours.” I say, smacking said ass, making her yelp.

“Uh, you're a brute.” She says, sounding defeated.

She’s given up on the punching and her body has gone slack, so I’m guessing she is. When we each my car, I lower her to her feet and she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.

“You know, you look cute when you’re mad.” I tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“What do you want with me, Steven?” She asks, sounding exhausted with me.

“I want everything.” I say, crowding her against the car and dropping my head so that I can run my nose along her neck and breath her in.

My wolf growls possessively, and I know then that I’m drawn to her for more reasons than the way she makes me hard. All I have to do is confirm it.

“I want you so much that you’re all I think about.” I admit as I leave a kiss on her neck that makes her shiver against me.

“Steven.” My name is like a prayer and I would gladly drop to my knees and worship at her alter if she would let me.

In fact, that’s a pretty good idea. “Can I touch you?” I ask because consent is everything if what’s between us is what I suspect it is.

I pull back enough to look down at her face and I’m met with her dilated eyes and her lip between her teeth. I raise a brow at her in question, and there is only a second of hesitation before she nods. Heat shoots down to my throbbing cock, but I ignore and rest my hands on her waist. She stands perfectly still, waiting for me to move.

Good girl. Let me worship you and then I’ll fuck you and then I’ll claim you as my mate.

I lower to my knees, keeping my hands on her hips and slowly slide them under her shirt. Fuck, her skin is so soft. She shivers the second our skin touches and rubs her thighs together like she can’t wait a second longer. Her scent grows sweet and thick, like honey driving me insane. I can’t wait another second to taste her, so I grab the edges of her tights and pull them down so hard she almost falls over. I don’t wait for her to regain her balance before I am on her. Fuck!