Page 33 of Just One Bite
She squeezes my knee, and her nails hurt.Fuck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t know many girls that would let me pull them against a tree.”
That makes her laugh, and it snaps me out of my possessive dissociation for a split second.
“You know plenty.”
“You were into it.” I keep pushing, more interested in her reaction than anything else going on. “I could tell. What would you have let me do if we’d been completely alone then?”
The fresh scent of her arousal floods my senses. It’s faint. Quick and unexpected but sweet and enticing.Well, there goes my self-restraint.
“I think you might have let me strip you …”
“No.” She takes a breath and lets it out with a sigh. I need to stop. My dick is already hard thinking about it. But it’s all hypothetical. I mean, in fake-boyfriend land anything is possible. If she were my girlfriend, I’d want her to think about me touching her.
“You’re right. You wouldn’t until I chased you. You know you don’t need to dream about it, baby. I can make it happen whenever you want. Just say the words.”
“Parker,” she warns, but the sweet scent grows stronger, and I can’t quite help myself.
“You’ve thought about it. Me running after you in the forest, finding you … slipping off your skirt and leaving it at your ankles—”
Without warning, she leans back and squeezes the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Dear, we’re in public, remember?” She glares into my eyes. I like the way she’s hurting me and the bite in her voice. I swear I hear her whisper the words to me, but her mouth stays closed.Get a hold of yourself.
“You’re right. Sorry, I … I’m being … I don’t know.” I shake my head. “I don’t know what the what the fuck I’m saying.”
“Who is Cane to you?” she asks, fully wrapping her arm around my neck. It’s intimate, but I won’t complain.
“How do you know about him?”
“You were glaring at him more than the others earlier. I asked Cherry.”
“Cane is the biggest asshole I’ve met. We grew up together. Me, Zant, Cane, and a few other guys here I don’t talk to all went to the same school in the city. All our dads work for the Werewolf Council.”
“Why does he look at you like that?”
I huff. “I don’t know. He hates me. I don’t know what his father fills his head with, but my father told me his dad is an egomaniac. My dad is his second-in-command and gets ordered around all the time, and for some reason, Cane has taken that as an invitation to hate me.”
I take another drink.
“I’m getting the impression you have daddy issues.”
“Uh, yeah, same as you, I guess, and I don’t like to talk about mine either.”
“Fine. What other history is there with Cane? There has to be more.”
“Loads. More than I can tell you in a night, but I can give you a recent hint. I found him inmybed with my girlfriend. See that girl over there, staring at us and him.”
I point at Mia. She is staring and fidgeting with a piece of red hair between her fingers.
Olivia’s eyes widen. “Yeah …”
“That’s one of his mates. Different packs have their own rules, and Cane’s frequently takes multiple mates. He already had two and decided he’d set his sights on my girlfriend for a trophy.”
“That must have been terrible.”
