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claim you."
I snorted again then realized he was serious.
Launching to my feet, I stumbled backward, accidentally kicking the crate until it was against the wall. My hands balled into fists and I slammed one against his chest. "You vain, over-confident jackass!"
I hit him again, this time both hands beating against his chest. "What makes you think I wouldn't prefer dying over being mated to you!"
With his ego bruised more than his chest, Braeden lifted me off my feet and shoved me against the wall, my body suspended so that my toe of my shoes just barely touch the top of the crate.
"Put me down, you ass," I hissed. "You think I don't know how much you hate me? How you feel whenever you look at me or think about me being friends with Clo?"
"My feelings don't matter," he growled, his chest pushing against my breasts as his hands captured my face and my feet fully touched the crate.
His feelings mattered to me. But I wasn't about to tell him how many nights I'd cried myself to sleep over his growing disregard and hostility.
"What makes you think I would want you?" I ground out despite the heat building between my thighs and the way my nipples prickled from the contact of his chest against mine.
"The way your pussy smelled this morning." A soft, menacing laugh exposed my transparency. "The way it smells right now."
He burrowed past my hair and the collar of my coat to nuzzle my neck.
"Every pore on your skin is breathing out arousal, tickling my nose. Every time you visit, it permeates the house."
I froze as his hands tugged at the buttons on my coat. His lips vibrated an angry growl against my throat with each button undone.
"I almost lost you today, had to watch that damn video of it. And now you've got his scent on you."
Cold permeated my blouse to prick my skin as Braeden pushed the coat halfway down my arms.
"Sitting in his house, on his furniture..."
The growl grew more menacing. I started to shake, the cold and my body's initial reaction to Braeden's presence having nothing to do with the tremor that ran through me.
"Shhh," he said, one hand stroking at my hair as the other found the button on my jeans. "I won't hurt you. Won't hurt him either even though I want to rip his head off."
I pushed at Braeden's hips, my attempt to move him away ineffectual with the way the coat was halfway down my arms and I couldn't maneuver it up or down.
"I want to go inside," I pleaded.
He was trying to seduce me for all the wrong reasons -- to make his sister safe, to make her happy by keeping me alive.
My body didn't know the difference.
My brain did.
"Please," I begged. "I want to go inside. I'm done talking."
A harsh laugh blew hot against my neck and then he nipped softly at the skin.
"Baby, so am I."
His hand stopped stroking my hair. The fingers threaded through the strands and then closed in a tight fist to control the tilt of my head. His mouth covered mine, his tongue bossing its way past my lips as a moan gurgled up my throat.
With the button on my jeans unthreaded, he slid the zipper down. I squirmed, wet for what came next but with some small, sane part of my brain rebelling against his touch.
One hand still knotted in my hair, he curled the other around my throat, his touch light and warm. His tongue probed deeper, sound vibrating through him. I didn't know if it was a groan or another growl, but I vibrated with it.
Braeden broke the hypnotic kiss to draw air.
I strained against the grip in my hair. I needed to talk sense into him, into both of us.
"What are you d-doing?"
I choked on the last word as his hand slid inside my panties to grip my mound. Squeezing roughly at my flesh, he answered.
"Courting."
Tears flushed my eyes. I wanted to shake my head but he held me too tightly.
"You hate me," I accused as the last sensations of his kiss dissolved.
He had dodged an outright admission just minutes ago, telling me his feelings didn't matter. I wouldn't let him dodge it again.
"You hate me.
I snorted again then realized he was serious.
Launching to my feet, I stumbled backward, accidentally kicking the crate until it was against the wall. My hands balled into fists and I slammed one against his chest. "You vain, over-confident jackass!"
I hit him again, this time both hands beating against his chest. "What makes you think I wouldn't prefer dying over being mated to you!"
With his ego bruised more than his chest, Braeden lifted me off my feet and shoved me against the wall, my body suspended so that my toe of my shoes just barely touch the top of the crate.
"Put me down, you ass," I hissed. "You think I don't know how much you hate me? How you feel whenever you look at me or think about me being friends with Clo?"
"My feelings don't matter," he growled, his chest pushing against my breasts as his hands captured my face and my feet fully touched the crate.
His feelings mattered to me. But I wasn't about to tell him how many nights I'd cried myself to sleep over his growing disregard and hostility.
"What makes you think I would want you?" I ground out despite the heat building between my thighs and the way my nipples prickled from the contact of his chest against mine.
"The way your pussy smelled this morning." A soft, menacing laugh exposed my transparency. "The way it smells right now."
He burrowed past my hair and the collar of my coat to nuzzle my neck.
"Every pore on your skin is breathing out arousal, tickling my nose. Every time you visit, it permeates the house."
I froze as his hands tugged at the buttons on my coat. His lips vibrated an angry growl against my throat with each button undone.
"I almost lost you today, had to watch that damn video of it. And now you've got his scent on you."
Cold permeated my blouse to prick my skin as Braeden pushed the coat halfway down my arms.
"Sitting in his house, on his furniture..."
The growl grew more menacing. I started to shake, the cold and my body's initial reaction to Braeden's presence having nothing to do with the tremor that ran through me.
"Shhh," he said, one hand stroking at my hair as the other found the button on my jeans. "I won't hurt you. Won't hurt him either even though I want to rip his head off."
I pushed at Braeden's hips, my attempt to move him away ineffectual with the way the coat was halfway down my arms and I couldn't maneuver it up or down.
"I want to go inside," I pleaded.
He was trying to seduce me for all the wrong reasons -- to make his sister safe, to make her happy by keeping me alive.
My body didn't know the difference.
My brain did.
"Please," I begged. "I want to go inside. I'm done talking."
A harsh laugh blew hot against my neck and then he nipped softly at the skin.
"Baby, so am I."
His hand stopped stroking my hair. The fingers threaded through the strands and then closed in a tight fist to control the tilt of my head. His mouth covered mine, his tongue bossing its way past my lips as a moan gurgled up my throat.
With the button on my jeans unthreaded, he slid the zipper down. I squirmed, wet for what came next but with some small, sane part of my brain rebelling against his touch.
One hand still knotted in my hair, he curled the other around my throat, his touch light and warm. His tongue probed deeper, sound vibrating through him. I didn't know if it was a groan or another growl, but I vibrated with it.
Braeden broke the hypnotic kiss to draw air.
I strained against the grip in my hair. I needed to talk sense into him, into both of us.
"What are you d-doing?"
I choked on the last word as his hand slid inside my panties to grip my mound. Squeezing roughly at my flesh, he answered.
"Courting."
Tears flushed my eyes. I wanted to shake my head but he held me too tightly.
"You hate me," I accused as the last sensations of his kiss dissolved.
He had dodged an outright admission just minutes ago, telling me his feelings didn't matter. I wouldn't let him dodge it again.
"You hate me.
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