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A slight growl rumbled in his chest, sending tendrils of excitement through my body.
“How about we finish this conversation when I’m not driving,” he said, his voice low and his fists tightening on the steering wheel.
I shrugged, turning and facing forward in my seat. “I think I got my point across already. Just stop acting like you own me, and we will be just fine.”
The car ride remained quiet the rest of the way to the packhouse. I rested my elbow on the armrest, my eyes locked on the ocean as its view passed between buildings and trees. Nyte eventually put on music, drowning out the silence between us.
A part of me wasn’t completely settled by how I handled things with Nyte. I didn’t like being treated like property: I never have. But somehow, the thought of being his didn’t sound all that terrible, and knowing that I wasn’t really his mate made it worse. I shook my head, feeling the cold glass of the window on my forehead as I rested my head against the smooth pane.
When we arrived at the packhouse, I could spot a bonfire on the beach behind the house—the sounds of people laughing and music playing. The house itself was pitch black. Not a single person appeared to be inside. I longed to go down to the beach and join whatever celebration the pack had going on, but I knew better. I wouldn’t be welcomed, and Nyte wouldn’t allow me near anyone who could hurt me.
With a sigh, I followed Nyte into the dark packhouse, the two of us making our way up to our room. My assumption that the house was empty proved right in the silence of the halls. Not even the softest voices coming through any of the many rooms I knew housed different pack members, just as Nyte’s room housed the two of us. We were completely alone.
Entering his room, I barely stepped away from the door before Nyte grabbed me by my waist, my wrists pressed against the closed door. He held them there with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. The position left my back arched; my hips now pressed into his. I gasped in surprise as he nipped at my lips when I tried to struggle away, my heart beating a mile a minute and my thighs pressing together tightly.
I could feel the energy zapping around us. My body reacted to the slight pain from the position he held me in. I looked into his deep grey eyes, finding a fire burning bright in their depths. My throat bobbed as I swallowed air nervously, watching his lips parted before speaking.
“I said that we would finish that discussion when we got here,” he whispered, and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
I couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of my mouth. I couldn’t even begin to explain how his holding me like this was such a turn-on for me—especially given how adamant I had been in the car that he stop treating me like a possession. Yet here we were with him manhandling me like he owned me, and I was melting in his arms over it.
Chapter eight
Nyte
A dark chuckle vibrated in my chest as I looked down into Paige’s honey-pot eyes. It hadn’t been more than an hour since she insisted that I not treat her as my possession. I nearly broke down right then and there to tell her she did belong to me. She had belonged to me the moment the fates showed me who she was—the day I realized she was mine just as I was hers. We belonged to one another, but she wasn’t quite ready to hear that. Not at that time, anyway.
Some might think she should be. After all, we’ve been sleeping together every night since the first night I brought her here. The bond pushed us to do what lovers do. She didn’t know that, however. She felt in control as if it had all been her choice to reap the benefits of our arrangement. It felt wrong to burst her bubble like that…to take away the sense of control she was feeling. I knew that eventually, I would have to tell her, but when that day came, I hope she would be ready to accept it. Or better yet, realize it on her own without any interventions.
“Nyte,” she moaned my name, the sound like honey dripping from her lips.
“I’m going to show you just how possessive I really can get, Paige,” I told her, pushing her legs apart while still holding her against the door. “No matter what you say or think, you belong to me.” I kissed her neck, her breath catching in her throat with another moan.And I belong to you. I kept the thought to myself, smiling as her body shook with desire at my touch.
“How are you going to show me?” Paige asked, her voice breathless.
I ran my hand along her hip, dipping down her thigh and listening as she held her breath again.
“Feel that? The way your body shakes beneath my touch. You think just any man could do this to you?”
“Oh, gods,” she gasped.
“No, no, little darling.” I ran my tongue lightly along her jaw, moving my fingers closer to the apex of her legs. “Nyte. I guarantee no gods are doing this to you. This is just you and me here.”
My fingers pressed against her shorts, the friction of the denim against her sensitive sex threatening to send her over the edge. I tightened my hold on her wrists to keep her up, with my knee pressing between her legs to help support her weight. My fingers worked to open her shorts, pulling the zipper down before slipping inside to feel the skin beneath the material.
“Nyte,” she moaned, her hands fisting above her head where I held them.
“Tell me who owns you, baby girl.” I ran my finger along the wet slit of her pussy, flicking the tip over her clit.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her hips bucking against me.
“Say it.”
She bit her lip, her eyes hooded as she looked back at me, refusing to admit that her body was mine and I held this power over her. Even as her body jolted at my touch, begging me for more, she refused to say what we both knew.
I pressed my middle finger at her opening, moaning at how wet she already was. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I coaxed. “Just admit that you like me owning you.”
“I’m not an animal. You can’t own me.”
