“Stay there. This could get dangerous and I do not want you getting hurt because of this big headed asswipe,” the nameless man ordered.
Ryan bared his teeth once more, his nails digging into the wooden floor as he got leverage and lunged at the man.
In the next second, there were two wolves in the living room. The sound of teeth snapping and bones crunching filled the air and I sunk down to the floor on the other side of the island. Fear filled my belly in an instant. What if Ryan gets hurt?
Wood splinters, and bodies slammed into the floor. I squeezed my lids shut—the defiance I felt moments ago evaporated.
The noise seemed to subside a second later and then I heard his voice, my wolf’s voice, my man’s voice.
“Leave. Get out.” His voice vibrated with rage.
“I was simply checking on you. Then I saw her and thought maybe something had happened,” the other man admitted.
I peeked around a corner of the island and noticed both men were stark ass naked.
“I said to leave Romeo…” Ryan snarled, his body shaking with pure rage.
I could see the darkness in his eyes and felt his emotions through our connection. He would kill this man to protect me if he had to.
Romeo lifted his hands slowly and started backing away. There was a slight limp to his walk and I wondered how badly hurt he is.
When the door closed behind him, Ryan clenched his fists and bounced on the heels of his feet as if he was ready for a battle royal. “Are you okay?” he asked his voice sounding gruff.
I stood slowly, and nodded my head yes. Arousal sparked inside of me at the mere image before me. I could barely resist the dirty idea of dropping down to my knees and taking his angry looking cock into my mouth. “What was that about?”
Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his eyes still as black as the night sky, but he seemed a little calmer. “I don’t really know. He most likely caught your scent and didn’t realize we had mated. Or he was worried that I might have hurt you?” Torment contorted in his features.
His statement confused me. “What do you mean hurt me? You haven’t done anything I didn’t want you to do since I got here.” I couldn’t let him think that I was afraid of him, when I wasn’t.
He crossed the space that separated us in a second, his eyes roaming over my delicate features before lifting my chin with nothing more than a single finger.
I stared into his eyes seeing a barrage of emotions forming there. Sadness. Arousal. Anger. Rage.
“There is a reason I live out here all alone, away from the rest of the pack.”
I didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. I wanted him to trust me, to know I wasn’t going to leave, or run and hide from him. I wanted him to stay with the belief that he was mine, and I was his.
“I…” Apprehension filled his voice as he paused as if he didn’t want to finish his sentence.
“Tell me,” I urged, cupping his stubble, covered cheek forcing him to remain looking at me. I could feel that whatever he was about to tell me was something he wasn’t very proud of as guilt, and anger slammed into me at full force.
“I do not like humans.” He cringed shamefully. “That’s not to say I do not like you because I more than like you. I love you. I do not like humans though and have been known a time or two to attack them.”
I blinked, not understanding why that was so bad? “Did they try to hurt you?”
Ryan shook his head. “No but they’ve tried their hardest to cut my woods down. They send developers out here all the time. They want to build some resort and I’m not letting that happen.” He bared his teeth that instant proving how much rage even talking about it brought him.
“While the way it sounds to me is that they came out here and attacked you so you attacking them back is perfectly fine.” I smiled all matter-of-factly. It was the truth. At the end of the day, Ryan was still part wolf and that meant he had this deep-rooted need to protect himself.
Ryan’s eyes slipped down over my still naked body.
Oh shit, I forgot I was naked, and so was he…
“You don’t think I’m a monster for attacking them?” he questioned leaning into my body, his hot breath fanning against my ear. His lips pressed against the mating bite that he’d left last night.
The flesh there was still tender but a sigh of pleasure escaped my lips at the press of his lips. “Never.” I sighed, as his kisses trailed over my collarbone, making it hard for me to think or even breathe for that matter.