Page 34 of Rust the Rejected
“Yeah,well, we’ll see. If she doesn’t give in, I’ll go primal and take what’s mine.”
Instead of surprising Rust, he surprises me. Tears fill my eyes. I back away from the pool deck and rush for the elevator. Thankfully, it’s still there. I slip inside and jab the close button. No way do I want him to see me crying. A sob catches in my throat.
I knew he’d break his promises! It’s only been a few weeks, and he’s gone back on his word. And here I was about to tell him I was ready for his claiming bite. What a sucker I was for believing in him. He’s nothing but a liar!
The door slides open, and I hurry down the hallway for the cabin. My hands swipe my face when I see a stewardess carrying fresh linens in her arms. She raises an eyebrow when she spies my tear-stained face. But I shake my head and rush past her.
“If you need anything, Natalie, let me know. The girls and I are here for you.”
Afraid my voice will crack, I wave a hand over my shoulder to thank her. Once inside the cabin, I enter the en suite bathroom to splash cool water on my face. It helps with the redness on my cheeks but not my eyes.
I soak a washcloth in the water and carry it to the bed. With the pillows fluffed behind me, I lean back and place the cool washcloth over my closed eyes. I push Rust’s hurtful words to the corners of my mind and focus on my breathing.
Lips pressed to mine startle me awake. I push against Rust’s firm chest as I sit up quickly. The washcloth falls to my lap. I stare down at it not wanting to meet his eyes.
“Whoa, babe! Take it easy. It’s me. You almost knocked my front teeth out. How would you like your mate to walk around gumming?”
I ignore his joke. Although it’s appealing.
“We’re twenty minutes away from Big Pine Key. Otherwise, I would’ve let you sleep—”
“You can’tletme do anything!” I snarl as I scooch across the opposite side of the bed away from him. I hop off and stalk to the closet.
I don’t want anything from him, including the clothes he bought for me. So, I strip out of the silk caftan and pull my sundress on. It slips past my face, and Rust stands in the doorway.
He frowns as his eye flit over my face.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen with the aesthetician and masseuse? I’ll let the Chief Stew know.”
I growl and push past him. He snags my arm.
“Hey, talk to me. What the hell happened? And what do you mean, I can’t let you do anything?”
I snap my head around and glare at his hand on my arm, then at his face and back. He takes the hint and releases his grip. I snatch away and storm for the door. As I open it, it slams shut. Rust’s palms press on either side of it, boxing me in. I glare at him over my shoulder.
“Move dammit!”
“No! Tell me what’s going on, Natalie.”
His lean, muscular body presses all around me. He towers a good nine inches taller. His citrusy, musky, and spicy cologne mixes with his pheromones and saltwater from the pool. The intoxicating combination overwhelms my senses. Rust weakens me.
My forehead leans on the door as I sag.
“Baby…”
He breathes the word into my hair as he drags his nose along my head and down to my shoulder. His knees bend as he presses the fronts of his thighs to the backs of mine. The anaconda unwinds against the crack of my ass.
I bite my tongue to hold in a desperate moan. However, my hips don’t get the memo. They undulate to rub my ass along his cock.
“Mmmm… Baaaby…”
My palms slap the door to give me leverage. He has other plans and covers them with his as he entwines our fingers. His teeth nibble at my neck. My knees give out. He groans and braces me with his powerful thighs. The sharp tips of his fangs score my flesh. Warmth drips on the spot. With a throaty moan, my eyes close. I tip my head to give him better access.
“MINE!”
“Rust, Natalie, the tender is ready for you.”
The bosun’s rap on the door knocks me into reality.
