Page 12 of Defiant
Fuck. Shit. Would he really throw me in there? He is crazy, and clearly, this other guy won’t stand up to him.
Despair traps me in its net and my thoughts flail wildly. What did I do to deserve this fate? “I don’t understand. I’m pack.” I hate the thin whine of my own voice but I can’t help it. It’s that or begging and I’d rather cut out my own tongue. But I’m broken right now, body defeated, and I just want to fucking know why.
“Sure you are,” Black replies as he escorts me roughly to the back of the car, yanking open the door and shoving me roughly inside so that I fall over.
As soon as my feet are in, the door slams shut. I watch the men through the window dully, like I’m watching everything play out on a T.V. screen. Black talks. The other guy opens his mouth for the first time since he asked if I was okay. Black shakes his head and grabs the keys from his friend. A second later, Black’s in the driver's seat, still naked as the day he was born. After our “run” that caramel and woodsmoke scent of his is so strong that it’s overpowering.
In complete and total silence, Black drives me out of the woods and into the unknown.
5
Black
The viewin the rearview mirror nearly makes me crash Pluto’s car at least a dozen times on the drive home. Elena’s curled up in a fetal position on the black leather seats, those slight breasts of hers pressed together to make a delectable crease, the tops of her rosebud-colored nipples peeking out just the tiniest bit above her arms as she clasps her zip-tied hands in a prayer-like fashion.
If she is a Dark Night, no amount of praying is going to save her.
If not…
The chances of her story being true are so remote that it’s almost laughable. She was clearly picked out to torture me on every level—that sassy mouth, that tight body, that chase …mmmm. I’ve been into primal play before but this just elevated it to another level.
Every other she-wolf I’ve been with has half-assed running away from me, not wanting to muss her hair or get sweaty before the main event. But Elena had actually been afraid of me. Which she should be.
But what kind of fucked up sicko am I for liking it? For loving the way she’d been so determined to get away? The way she’d full-on sprinted, jumping bushes, making it hard? Making me hard.
I clench my jaw and focus as I pull into the driveway. I have to stop for the wrought iron and silver gate that blocks both humans and shifters from entering, but as soon as the guard sees my face on the security screen, he opens up without a word.
The hinges creak slightly as it swings open, exposing a sprawling lawn dotted with huge trees and a winding drive. My house is a tall, two-story shadow a quarter mile down the drive. I note the moon’s hiding behind some clouds. Normally, she paints my roof a soft gray at night, but it figures that she’d be hidden right now. Wouldn’t be right for the Dark Night fucks to pull shit on a moonlit evening, it’s much more fitting for the sky to be black as pitch.
I don’t bother to park Pluto’s car in the garage, I just pull to a stop in front of the main door.
I sit in the car for a second, drumming my fingers on my thigh. For reasons I can’t explain, I feel a need to carry this girl into my house. I want to put my hands on her skin.
Claim,my wolf whispers in my ear, showing me mental images of wolves rutting. He liked the run just as much as I did.
But there’s no damn way I’m going to claim a Dark Night. The very thought of sinking my teeth into that soft skin where her neck meets her shoulder is far more tempting than it should be.
I check my wounds from the fight quickly, wondering if I’ve bled all over Pluto’s seat, but shifter healing has already sorted out the punctures from the teeth of those other wolves. I let three of them get away, sending a message to Stone … but part of me wishes I hadn’t for the most illogical reason in the world. They saw her.
I shove open my car door and slam it shut harder than necessary, making the car rock slightly. I’m pissed that I want her so much. I shouldn’t. All I should feel toward her is fury but the moon goddess and my own wolf fuck with me. The moon peeks out from behind the clouds just then and shines right through the back window, outlining Elena’s soft curves—those ripe hips and that narrow neck—and my wolf growls at the sight of the skin he wants to mark. My anger dissolves into another kind of burning.
I yank open the back door near her feet, annoyed at myself, so I decide to annoy the shit out of her, just because I can.
“Princess,” I coo in a smooth saccharine tone as though she’s precious and not my prisoner. I bite down on a grin as I watch her eyes grow dark and her lips thin as she glares at me but doesn’t move. Damn, she looks hot like that. I’ve never fucked an angry woman, they’re always simpering and shit, eager for this alpha cock, but somehow, she resists. I felt her attraction earlier but now I think I could get behind a hate fuck with her.
“Don’t call me that,” Elena snaps. She still has yet to learn her place—at my feet. But she will. As will the rest of her under-handed pack.
I stride over to her and yank on her top arm, roughly pulling her up and out of the car. She resists for half a second until I yank so hard her pretty face is in danger of smacking the open car door because her hands are still zip-tied and can’t catch her. After that, she uses her legs to help me along until she stands in front of me, bound and seething.
Wanting to press those buttons more, to make her as angry as the black cloud billowing inside my chest, I bend down and scoop her up bridal-style.
Her littleoofof surprise puffs against my ear as I kick the car door shut and I grin down as she realizes what’s happened and struggles to escape my arms.
“Cooperate, or this will go worse for you,” I tell her as I stride across the stone drive and up the steps to my Georgian-style brick house. It’s a bit old-fashioned for my tastes, with its tall flat brick facade, pitched roof with a fireplace on each corner, and classically symmetrical windows. But it has plenty of space and enough grounds for a wolf living in the city to feel like he can breathe. Plus, it’s got a stupid ballroom that’s big enough for meetings when I need to call in my alphas to discuss important matters—like territory disputes or little Trojan wolves sent out as bait.
For a second, I wonder if I’m being just as stupid as the Greeks, carrying this girl into my home. “There’s not an army hiding in that pussy is there?” I mockingly ask.
Her gray eyes widen and I can’t help squeezing her a little tighter, letting my fingernails dig into that soft skin as I whisper, “Should I check?”
