The anticipation of having her builds inside me.
I never should have brought her here. Keeping my wolf in check is becoming a challenge. I should have realized that as soon as I brought food into this. My damn wolf wants to feed her. That isn’t an urge I should be having right now which is why I handed her a few ingredients to chop. This needs to be a joint effort. Not me cooking for her.
I put everything in the pot and set the time on the pressure cooker before making quick work of cleaning up the mess we made getting everything together.
“I’ll wash that,” Isa says, taking the cutting board from my hands as she moves to the sink. She then puts it back in the drawer I’d pulled it out of earlier. With her back to me, I step into her space and place my hands low on her hips. I dip my head down, drawing in her spiced vanilla scent as my nose drags along her neck.
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t move. I draw her back until our bodies are flush with one another before trailing my lips down the column of her throat. She tilts her head to the side, granting me better access and fuck, her skin is so smooth. I nip and bite at the tender flesh.
She hisses from the sting of pain but doesn’t pull away, surprising me, so I do it again. This time biting hard enough to leave a small bruise behind. I chase away the sting with a kiss and suck on her sensitive skin, wishing that she’d carry my mark after the weekend is over and knowing that being a shifter makes that virtually impossible.
One of my hands slides over her hip to trail up her stomach until I’m cupping one of her breasts. A flash of possessiveness hits me.
“Rafael…?” Her voice is quiet, hesitant.
There’s a question there but I can’t answer her. I don’t have the words for it, because I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, and I sure as hell am not going to admit that.
She cranes her neck to look at me, and I see the same want and need inside of me reflected in her gaze. I’ve never cared what a girl is thinking about or what she might be feeling, but with Isa, I can’t help myself from wanting to figure her out. Does she miss her old Pack? Her old life? What is she planning to do once she graduates? Will she leave?
She’s become my obsession, and even as I tell myself she’s nothing, no one, I dip my head down and capture her lips with mine, desperate to taste her. She gasps and I take full advantage, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth and drinking down her soft moans.
My other hand moves up to cup the back of her neck, angling her head more so I can deepen the kiss while I squeeze her breast, and fuck, does she have nice ones. Full and round. Just enough to fill my hand. I grip the plump flesh, satisfaction flaring within me when she arches her back, pushing her breast further into my grasp before twisting in my arms.
She’s so responsive. So fucking hot. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck. Her breasts press against my chest and I’m two seconds away from stripping her out of her clothes and fucking her right here on the kitchen counter when voices outside grow nearer.
She tears her mouth from mine. “Rafe.” Her breathing is heavy. Her chest heaves up and down and I realize mine is, too. I want this girl, and I have no fucking idea why. I steel myself and mask the need to sink myself inside her, fitting a bored expression on my face as our eyes connect.
“I…” Her brows furrow as she takes in my expression. Confusion flashes over her features.
The voices grow louder, and she takes a step back, trying to put distance between us, but I’m not ready to let her go. I grip her hips with bruising force, refusing to let her back away. She’s not the one in control here. I am.
The door to the cabin opens and Jordy strides in, Des hot on his heels.
“I told him you’d be busy,” Desmond says by way of greeting. I lift a single brow as if to say the interruption is of little consequence.
Jordy’s still got two girls, one under either arm beside him. He’s got that junior chick from earlier on his right and Sabrina on his left. I can tell he’s sober, despite the glazed and stupid happy expression he’s feigning for the girl’s benefit. His way of putting them at ease with the big bad wolf. “Hey, vanilla. You going to bang my bro, Rafe, tonight?” It’s all I can do not to punch him in the face. Sabrina’s eyes shoot to Isa and she visibly stiffens. I step forward, blocking Isa from view and Desmond smacks Jordy upside the head, muttering, “stupid fucker,” under his breath.
“Hey!” Jordy cries out, rubbing his head as if Desmond actually hurt him. We both know it’s all an act. “Not cool, man. What the hell?”
Desmond points down the hallway. “Take your women to your room or send them on their way.” He takes a deep inhale before a grin spreads across his face, surprising me, because Des isn’t usually one for smiles. “Rafe’s cooking tonight.”
Jordy perks up like a five-year-old about to get an ice cream cone or some shit and his gaze snaps toward me. “You cooked?”
I nod.
“What’d you make?” He’s all but forgotten about the two girls with him. Sabrina and the other chick whose name I don’t know and have no interest in learning stand just behind him with worried expressions on their faces. Looks like things aren’t going as they’d hoped.
“Albóndigas,” I tell him.
His smile widens
