Page 15 of Possessive Mate

“What the hell were you doing?” she demanded angrily, surging up onto her feet and shoving him backwards in the process. “I had that under control!”

You idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot! she thought even more angrily.

“Excuse me?” Hanson asked, his gaze darkening, a cocky brow raised as he crossed his arms over his gloriously bare chest.

Fuck! She gritted her teeth, realizing he was just as completely naked as she was. The total lack of clothing between them was even more infuriating.

Unable to bear his closeness, she shoved him hard again, forcing him backwards even as she took a step back of her own.

“You could have gotten yourself killed back there!” she snapped at him. “I didn't need your help. I had everything under control!”

Hanson laughed, he actually laughed, and Elena didn't know whether to claw his face or kiss him just to shut him the hell up.

She had to shake herself mentally for even thinking of doing so. This wasn't right. All of these things she was feeling towards him weren’t right. The uncontrollable anger and violence, the unbearable urge to jump on him and kiss him and tear off his invisible clothing, the need to slap herself for ever feeling this way and him for making her feel anything at all. It was all simply too much to handle.

Hanson cocked his head and stood a little straighter. His movement put everything right into prospective, and catching a wondrous glimpse of the large package hanging between his legs, she raised her chin in the hopes of avoiding staring at it like a damned fool.

Her mouth watered with the thought of what it might be like to taste him, and it only made her even angrier.

Everything right now was so damn wrong. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t it have been Eddie or Jack or even Kane? Why couldn’t it have been a couple of she-wolves that came to her rescue? Why did it have to be him?

His scoffing laughter made her growl low in her throat.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” she demanded, placing her hands on her hips. His eyes lit up with even more amusement and she again wanted to slap herself for being such an idiot.

How did she ever hope to be an aggressive, frightening she-wolf when she was in human form and he had almost a foot on her?

God damn it! She bared her teeth at him and snapped, “Stop laughing at me. Stop it, you flea brained shitbag!”

But that only seemed to make him laugh more and Elena’s cheeks grew red hot with embarrassment and fury.

“Fine. Go ahead and continue laughing,” she snarled at him, feeling traumatized twice over. The thought of his getting hurt because of her was bad enough, but to be laughed at to boot was too much to bear.

Whipping around, she turned and started to stalk away.

“Whoa, hey, where do you think you're going?” Hanson demanded, and sparks shot up Elena’s arm as he grabbed hold of her wrist, yanking her back around to face him.

Gazes locked, Elena’s world spun out of control. Why did he have to smell so damn good?

And hell, those eyes, they were reaching right into her and holding her in place. Frozen to the spot, she glowered back at him and hissed under her breath, “Let go of me.”

Slowly and with great purpose, Hanson removed his fingers from her wrist. Still, his fingertips brushed her skin, making her heart hammer.

He was close, too close. And yet, Elena couldn't step away. He was naked, too naked, and Elena could imagine all too easily all the things that could happen while they were naked.

“It isn't safe out here alone,” Hanson said softly, his gaze darkening seductively. Elena's entire body quivered as his eyes lowered to her lips.

Did he want to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him?

Breathlessly, she responded, “I’m not alone.”

That's when all hell broke loose all over again. They collided like a pair of rabid animals, the sexual tension too much for either of them to bear.

A tangle of arms and legs, they kissed, the passion so intense that it almost knocked Elena right off her feet.

Then she was off her feet, picked up into his muscular arms with his warm hands cupping her buttocks.

The next thing she knew, her back was pinned against the nearest tree trunk, her legs wrapped around his waist with the tip of his cock tantalizingly close to her pussy.

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