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with blood and dirt. “I thought you had left?”
“I’m never leaving you,” Jorge called out, in my opinion clearly enjoying his part a little too much judging from the heat in his eyes.
Directed at my mate…
He waded into the water, not stopping until he reached her.
No. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel.
He crushed Natasha to his chest, his mouth coming down to claim hers.
She gasped, her arms winding around his neck as—
“Cut!”
Eyes flew to me.
“What? Who?” The director spluttered, his face deepening into a startling shade of red.
Fuck. Only one thing for it. “She’s finished for the day,” I growled, fixing my eyes on the smaller man.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her wade toward me. The water was still rolling off her, beads still gathering...
I had to turn my head to physically rip my eyes away. My eyes landed on Jorge. The man’s eyes were burning into her, his gaze undressing her as I watched. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
I took a step forward. A hand landed on my chest. I looked down, my lips peeling back from my teeth. The hand started to shake, but didn’t move.
Jorge was moving, catching up with Natasha. His hand reached out, snagging her around the waist.
I grabbed the hand restraining me, twisting it back and around. A deep cry echoed in my ears.
“Shit! What are you doing, Cole?” Angel hissed in my ear.
My vision narrowed until only Natasha and Jorge existed. “Take your hand off her.” The voice didn’t sound like mine. My wolf was shifting my vocal chords.
“Cole?” She blinked at me once, then looked down at the hand on her waist. “Jorge, you might want to take a step back,” she muttered under her breath.
“We need to finish filming. Fire your security. He’s out of line. Who does he think he is?” Jorge sneered, his gaze raking over me with a look that obviously found me lacking.
Her mate , my wolf snarled deep inside of me, his claws raking at my skin. “I’ll give you one last chance to take your hand off her…”
“Or what? You’ll make me? You can’t touch me!”
I lurched forward.
“Cole, stand down!” Greg snapped out. “Guys, we have a problem.”
“You think I can’t see that?” Angel snapped back, his breath thundering in my ear.
“Almost there,” Vin added.
“Cole!” Natasha’s voice cut through the white noise. Grabbing my arm as I reached her, she twisted away from Jorge, plastering herself to my chest. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice low.
My wolf flashed into my eyes and I averted them quickly. My chest strained with every sucked in breath, my skin tingling from her touch. Water soaked into my boots, creeping up my legs, plastering denim to skin.
“Cole, Look at me.”
I couldn’t, not with my wolf so close to the surface. What would she think?
A small hand cupped my jaw firmly, nails scraping across stubble.
A shudder ran down my spine at my mate’s touch.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this.” She wasn’t talking to me. Her words were directed over my shoulder.
What the fuck had I done? I’d lost it in front of everyone. “I... Tasha…” I couldn’t explain. She wouldn’t understand.
“We need to talk.”
She was right, we did. Leaning down, I scooped her up into my arms, her damp skin cold against my chest. Not meeting anyone’s eyes, I started to run.
“Stand down, guys.” Greg’s words echoed in my ears as I ripped the earpiece off and tossed it to the ground.
Chapter Thirteen
Natasha
F aces blurred together as we ran, or rather as Cole ran, his face drawn in rigid lines and arms cradling me tight. We reached the edge of the park and he didn’t stop, his long legs scaling the small hill then shooting into the woodlands that created a boundary between the park and the city edge.
“Cole?”
He didn’t look at me, or acknowledge me at all.
But he did slow down.
“Cole, stop.” Why wouldn’t he look at me? I tilted back, trying to see his eyes.
“Stop
“I’m never leaving you,” Jorge called out, in my opinion clearly enjoying his part a little too much judging from the heat in his eyes.
Directed at my mate…
He waded into the water, not stopping until he reached her.
No. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel.
He crushed Natasha to his chest, his mouth coming down to claim hers.
She gasped, her arms winding around his neck as—
“Cut!”
Eyes flew to me.
“What? Who?” The director spluttered, his face deepening into a startling shade of red.
Fuck. Only one thing for it. “She’s finished for the day,” I growled, fixing my eyes on the smaller man.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her wade toward me. The water was still rolling off her, beads still gathering...
I had to turn my head to physically rip my eyes away. My eyes landed on Jorge. The man’s eyes were burning into her, his gaze undressing her as I watched. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
I took a step forward. A hand landed on my chest. I looked down, my lips peeling back from my teeth. The hand started to shake, but didn’t move.
Jorge was moving, catching up with Natasha. His hand reached out, snagging her around the waist.
I grabbed the hand restraining me, twisting it back and around. A deep cry echoed in my ears.
“Shit! What are you doing, Cole?” Angel hissed in my ear.
My vision narrowed until only Natasha and Jorge existed. “Take your hand off her.” The voice didn’t sound like mine. My wolf was shifting my vocal chords.
“Cole?” She blinked at me once, then looked down at the hand on her waist. “Jorge, you might want to take a step back,” she muttered under her breath.
“We need to finish filming. Fire your security. He’s out of line. Who does he think he is?” Jorge sneered, his gaze raking over me with a look that obviously found me lacking.
Her mate , my wolf snarled deep inside of me, his claws raking at my skin. “I’ll give you one last chance to take your hand off her…”
“Or what? You’ll make me? You can’t touch me!”
I lurched forward.
“Cole, stand down!” Greg snapped out. “Guys, we have a problem.”
“You think I can’t see that?” Angel snapped back, his breath thundering in my ear.
“Almost there,” Vin added.
“Cole!” Natasha’s voice cut through the white noise. Grabbing my arm as I reached her, she twisted away from Jorge, plastering herself to my chest. “Look at me,” she demanded, her voice low.
My wolf flashed into my eyes and I averted them quickly. My chest strained with every sucked in breath, my skin tingling from her touch. Water soaked into my boots, creeping up my legs, plastering denim to skin.
“Cole, Look at me.”
I couldn’t, not with my wolf so close to the surface. What would she think?
A small hand cupped my jaw firmly, nails scraping across stubble.
A shudder ran down my spine at my mate’s touch.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this.” She wasn’t talking to me. Her words were directed over my shoulder.
What the fuck had I done? I’d lost it in front of everyone. “I... Tasha…” I couldn’t explain. She wouldn’t understand.
“We need to talk.”
She was right, we did. Leaning down, I scooped her up into my arms, her damp skin cold against my chest. Not meeting anyone’s eyes, I started to run.
“Stand down, guys.” Greg’s words echoed in my ears as I ripped the earpiece off and tossed it to the ground.
Chapter Thirteen
Natasha
F aces blurred together as we ran, or rather as Cole ran, his face drawn in rigid lines and arms cradling me tight. We reached the edge of the park and he didn’t stop, his long legs scaling the small hill then shooting into the woodlands that created a boundary between the park and the city edge.
“Cole?”
He didn’t look at me, or acknowledge me at all.
But he did slow down.
“Cole, stop.” Why wouldn’t he look at me? I tilted back, trying to see his eyes.
“Stop
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