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"I take this off, will you behave?" He asks, pointing to the small length of chain still attached to my neck. I nod and he bends down pulling my face up to get to the lock under my neck. He pulls a key from his pocket. His silver eyes sparkle as he concentrates and I breathe in his intoxicating scent.
I inhale deeply loving how manly and strong he smells. He undoes the lock, his face a few inches from mine.
"Behave I don't like hurting you, but I will,” he says. Staring at me. He looks like he was about to say something else when we heard movement in the back of the car making me look over my shoulder.
One of the boys in the back groan and I hear a cracking sound as the boy sits up.
"Are we here already,” The boy asks before looking around.
"No Tyson, go back to sleep,” Ryker tells him before shutting my door.
Ryker climbs in the driver's seat before starting the car.
"Can we get something to eat? I am starving,” Tyson whines.
"We can stop on the way home,” Ryker tells him.
The car moves as he takes off. Tyson leaning forward between the seats. He looked like a miniature version of Ryker but his hair was longer, his fringe falling in his eyes.
"What's your name?" He asks and Ryker growls at him.
"What? ,” Tyson says.
"Her name is Reika"
"Are you fucking my brother"
"Language Tyson"
"Well are you,” The boy asks again, Ryker growls.
"What's fucking?" I ask, looking at Ryker.
His grip tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles pressed tightly under his skin.
"I think it means mating?" My wolf answers. My face is heating up at her words.
"You know sausage goes in the taco,” Tyson says, holding his hands up, pinching his thumb and index finger together before using the index finger on his other hand to poke in the hole.
"Fucking!" He states. Ryker reaches back, shoving him in his seat. Tyson falls back.
"By how grumpy he is I would say no, you should give him some, he obviously has a bad case of blue balls"
"He has blue balls?" I ask, looking at Ryker. I had never seen blue balls before, what an odd thing to have, his balls didn’t look blue to me when I saw them.
"Tyson shut up and my balls are not blue you little shit. Don't make me pull this car over,” he says, eyeing his brother in the mirror.
"How old are you?" He asks leaning forward again.
"I think I am"- I stop wondering if my wolf knows.
"We are 22 or 23" she answers. I nod.
"My wolf thinks I am 22 or 23" I answer him.
"How old are you?" I ask him.
"13 nearly 14" I look at Ryker wondering how old he is.
