Page 50 of Rust the Rejected
“I have a bayfront plot on Moon Island near Jagger and Sage and Dylan and Sasha. I’ll take you there after I put our things away here. We can build a residence to your liking.”
Her eyes widen as her mouth opens and closes a few times. I place my index finger beneath her chin to draw her mouth closer, then slant mine over it.
Viggo groans. I chuckle and slip my arm around my fated mate’s waist when the elevator doors open on my penthouse floor. Mine is the highest in the forty-story building with Viggo’s next in age order. Natalie waves goodbye, and we step into the entry foyer.
“If the entry is fabulous, I can’t wait to see the interior!” She quips as she glances around the space where two glass and steel tables with bouquets of white flowers flank steel double doors etched with wolves.
I smirk as I press my palm to the plate, then push the doors open. I drop our bags inside. With a flourish, I scoop her into my arms bridal style and carry her over the threshold. Her giggles morph into oohs and aahs as the Atlantic Ocean comes into view through a wall of windows across the expansive living room.
“My goodness, Rust! This is spectacular!”
She wiggles to get down, then rushes to the glass wall as soon as her feet touch the white marble floor. I follow and wrap my arms around her as she stands gaping at the unobstructed view.
Two cruise ships on the horizon and several megayachts float on the turquoise water. A person on a parasail powered by a speedboat flies by in the clear blue sky. Higher still, a plane displays an advertisement banner for a luxury condo. I chuckle when I see it’s one of Larson Enterprises, Inc’s new properties. I point it out to my fated mate, and she shakes her head in amazement at all of it.
“Are you sure we want to move? I mean, this place is phenomenal, and I haven’t even seen the rest of it!”
I’m a possessive fucker. The idea of my fated mate riding the elevator with the male wolf shifters of our pack makes my wolf snarl and bare his fangs. Nope. Not happening.
“Sorry, babe. I will not allow the horny bachelors of the pack to ogle you on a daily basis. Do you want me to go feral, or what?”
She giggles and nudges me with her elbow.
“Are you a wolf or a caveman, Rust Ingolf?”
I bend down to press my lips to the delicate shell of her ear and murmur, “I’m a possessive male who will protect his fated mate at all costs.”
She shudders, and I chuckle wickedly.
“Come, I’ll give you a tour since it’ll be a few months before our residence on Moon Island will be ready. You have until then to enjoy the penthouse. If that’s a consolation for you.”
She shakes her head but takes my hand.
We finish the tour in our bedroom suite. Her laughter and comments end as she stares at the king-size bed. I frown.
“What’s the matter?”
She nibbles on her lower lip as her eyes flick between the bed and me. I shrug and raise my eyebrows.
“Um… I love the room. But… um… I don’t want to sound like a prude or anything. But the bed. I’d rather not sleep where you had sex with other females. Sorry. Not sorry.”
I chuckle, and her brows knit as she turns away. I rush behind her and grab her by the waist.
“Are you jealous, my fated mate?” I croon in her ear.
She pushes at my hands. I hold tighter.
“Now, you know what I would feel if we stayed here amongst all these males,” I say, then continue when she stills. “However, other than my mother, no female has ever entered my residence. You are the only and the last lover to writhe beneath me in my bed. Do you understand?”
I finish on a growl with a thrust of my hips. Her jealousy makes my cock instantly hard.
She mewls a breathless yes.
“Now, let us make good use ofourbed.”
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Natalie
