big deal is! I just wanna go outside!”
“I said I’d bring you whatever you want.” He carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door closed before setting her on her feet.
“It’s not the same!” She pouted, her lips forming a moue of displeasure. “I want to go out . I’m tired of being holed up in here.” She frowned up at him, “What’s so dangerous? That guy from the bar? I’m pretty sure I put him in his place.”
“You’re wrong, Sky. ” How he longed to tell her of the Megalya.
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Wrong.”
“I don’t belong to you!”
He was on her in a flash. One second she was challenging him and the next she was pinned to the wall, with her arms held above her head and her legs spread by the knee that forced itself between them. “Wrong again!” His eyes glinted in warning. “You are mine, Sky. You always have been, and from the first time I drove into that tight little pussy, you always will be.”
“First time?” she scoffed. “ Only time. That mistake won’t happen again.”
“Mistake?”
Sky swore she saw regret simmer beneath his expression as he stood over her, his face brooding. She lowered her head, turning her face from him. “I’m not trying to bait you into a fight, York.”
“And I’m not trying to bite that bait, but you need to understand that you are mine, Sky, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You can’t go out.”
Angry tears shimmered in her eyes. “I want to leave.”
Fuck! “No.”
“I’m not asking you.” “I’m telling you that I’m leaving.”
Damn, is this it? He knew he’d have to tell her about Skin Walkers and Megalya eventually, he’d just hoped that he could wait to get her back to Montana first.
“I’m not yours!”
It wasn’t a scream, but damn close, and he saw her eyes widen just ever so slightly at her slip of control. He was getting to her in ways no one had before.
Lowering her right hand, he slowly lifted a hand to her hair and gently massaged several glossy strands between his fingers. He wanted to declare his love for her, but knew the prematurity of it would frighten her. She thought she didn’t believe in love, and she wore the fallacy like a coat of armor. Worse, telling someone who thought she was immune to love that you loved her after knowing her a few short days would only disenchant her further. He knew that humans felt they needed to build love. To them, love was something that blossomed over time like a well nurtured flower. How could he tell her that he was different? That he loved her wholly the moment he saw her? He couldn’t. Not without explaining exactly what he was, and if he thought his declaration of love would scare her off, then him telling her that he was a shape shifter would send her over the edge.
Sky pulled back and eyed the door. Sidestepping, he blocked the door from her view. His voice was gentle, “My heart.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped and crossed her arms over her chest before turning and stalking to the window .
He watched her standing there looking out at the world. Waves of anguish and loneliness were rolling off her. She needed something… someone , and he was here.
“I’m …I’m a Skin Walker, Sky.”
Whatever reaction he thought the announcement would garner, it wasn’t her immobile non-response. He knew she’d heard him. “We’re a rare breed and Shy’s mate, Leto, is one as well.”
She didn’t turn from the window, but he could see the interest that sparked to life in her reflection. “What are you? Some kind of gang?”
He smirked. A gang? I wish! “No, my heart. We’re…” He took a step, planting himself more fully in front of the door, in case she made a run for it. “We’re shape shifters.” Eyes riveted on her reflection in the large window, he saw her expression blank before her fine brows
“I said I’d bring you whatever you want.” He carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door closed before setting her on her feet.
“It’s not the same!” She pouted, her lips forming a moue of displeasure. “I want to go out . I’m tired of being holed up in here.” She frowned up at him, “What’s so dangerous? That guy from the bar? I’m pretty sure I put him in his place.”
“You’re wrong, Sky. ” How he longed to tell her of the Megalya.
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Wrong.”
“I don’t belong to you!”
He was on her in a flash. One second she was challenging him and the next she was pinned to the wall, with her arms held above her head and her legs spread by the knee that forced itself between them. “Wrong again!” His eyes glinted in warning. “You are mine, Sky. You always have been, and from the first time I drove into that tight little pussy, you always will be.”
“First time?” she scoffed. “ Only time. That mistake won’t happen again.”
“Mistake?”
Sky swore she saw regret simmer beneath his expression as he stood over her, his face brooding. She lowered her head, turning her face from him. “I’m not trying to bait you into a fight, York.”
“And I’m not trying to bite that bait, but you need to understand that you are mine, Sky, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You can’t go out.”
Angry tears shimmered in her eyes. “I want to leave.”
Fuck! “No.”
“I’m not asking you.” “I’m telling you that I’m leaving.”
Damn, is this it? He knew he’d have to tell her about Skin Walkers and Megalya eventually, he’d just hoped that he could wait to get her back to Montana first.
“I’m not yours!”
It wasn’t a scream, but damn close, and he saw her eyes widen just ever so slightly at her slip of control. He was getting to her in ways no one had before.
Lowering her right hand, he slowly lifted a hand to her hair and gently massaged several glossy strands between his fingers. He wanted to declare his love for her, but knew the prematurity of it would frighten her. She thought she didn’t believe in love, and she wore the fallacy like a coat of armor. Worse, telling someone who thought she was immune to love that you loved her after knowing her a few short days would only disenchant her further. He knew that humans felt they needed to build love. To them, love was something that blossomed over time like a well nurtured flower. How could he tell her that he was different? That he loved her wholly the moment he saw her? He couldn’t. Not without explaining exactly what he was, and if he thought his declaration of love would scare her off, then him telling her that he was a shape shifter would send her over the edge.
Sky pulled back and eyed the door. Sidestepping, he blocked the door from her view. His voice was gentle, “My heart.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped and crossed her arms over her chest before turning and stalking to the window .
He watched her standing there looking out at the world. Waves of anguish and loneliness were rolling off her. She needed something… someone , and he was here.
“I’m …I’m a Skin Walker, Sky.”
Whatever reaction he thought the announcement would garner, it wasn’t her immobile non-response. He knew she’d heard him. “We’re a rare breed and Shy’s mate, Leto, is one as well.”
She didn’t turn from the window, but he could see the interest that sparked to life in her reflection. “What are you? Some kind of gang?”
He smirked. A gang? I wish! “No, my heart. We’re…” He took a step, planting himself more fully in front of the door, in case she made a run for it. “We’re shape shifters.” Eyes riveted on her reflection in the large window, he saw her expression blank before her fine brows
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