I don’t get a chance to react, or recoil, because all I get is a flash of glowing amber eyes appearing in that darkened face, and then I’m completely cocooned in strong arms and molded to a hot hard body that makes me feel small and precious. Wrapped up tight, unable to resist the way he lassos me. He knocks the wind out of me with the intensity of his embrace, hugging me in completely, and burying his face in the crook of my neck, snugly united, and highlighting how perfectly he fits to me. He squeezes almost all the air from me with the force of his hug, not a single part of me that’s not pressed to him. His breath tickles and tingles my skin as it makes it way under the neckline of my sweater and I’m dazed by the speed in which he absorbed me into his body.
I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t make me momentarily forget everything except how he feels, how good he smells, and how right his touch is. Heartbreakingly so. I melt, my head getting hazy with this need to let him hold me, and I have to swallow back the overwhelming surge of emotion that has my heart rate hitching, and my breathing getting shallow. Biting back instant tears, and I taste my weakness shining through, urging me to wrap myself up and tell him how much I missed him.
He squeezes me half to death, arms tightly wound around my upper body and waist, a hand comes around the back of my neck, under my hair to hold me in place. Pushing his face against mine so we’re cheek to cheek, but his nose grazes my shoulder and I hear, and feel him inhale and release with the same depth of relief I did. That strong contentment of finally finding home and sinking into it deliciously. Savoring these few seconds of finally getting what you’ve been craving for, needing, for weeks.
I almost cave, my limbs aching to curl around him to get lost in everything that’s good about him.? So caught in the heady sensation of being back in his arms as he wraps me up, like a mouse caught in a snake’s death grip, with no hope of escape. I almost fade out into nothing, but feelings of tingles, warm inner waves, and butterflies, and senses of belonging, when something mentally slaps me in the face and reminds me what a shit head he is. Carmen’s smug face in my mind’s eye and the pain I felt four days after I left him.
I shove him back, with a little more power than I’m used to, a gush or surge of that misty energy conjuring from the intense anger that comes shooting out at speed and hit him right in the abdomen with enough force I send him reeling back. His arms impulsively splaying out to stop himself and he manages to stay upright, even though it’s obvious I managed to throw him off. That look of utter shock that I just overpowered him, and about landed him on his ass, and my surge of aggression, when he thought snuggling was on the cards.
I don’t quickly forget that betraying asshole has a mate out there who wouldn’t be too pleased to see how he’s behaving with another femme. Even if I was his fated mate once upon a time.
“Don’t touch me! Who the hell do you think you are, huh? That you can just yell at me, make demands, and then come walking on over here to grab me like that? Like you don’t have a shit load of apologizing to do.” Its fury building from inside of me, aching to be released, and his simmering to low glow eyes fire right back up, like two very terrifying orange beacons in the pitch black. I can almost feel mine glowing in response and it feels good to let my inner wolf peek again.
“Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how much shit I’ve been through for weeks on end, trying to find you, and this is the thanks I get? You asked me to come! I’m beyond happy to see you. Excuse me for wanting to react and touch you, when you’re all I have thought about for weeks.” my anger seems to feed his, and instead of love confessions and apologies, I’m getting asshole Colton. Sometimes I forget he’s a Santo, and then he swoops right back in and reminds me what an arrogant, douchebag, that whole bloodline is.
“I didn’t ask you to look for me all those weeks, so don’t even with that bullshit. And You…. YOU are the reason I left, so no, I owe you no thanks and give no shits about whatever you’ve suffered in the meantime. You don’t get to touch me anymore. Now shut up and let me past. I have to tell him you’re here! He’s probably hiding in the back already, wondering what the hell is going on.” I make an attempt to get by him, to head for the front of the truck, but he steps right at me, blocking me so I bang into his torso and have to step back. Full on aggression mode initiated and he’s towering over me menacingly.
“Him? …. About HIM! Whoever he is, whatever the fuck he is to you, I’m going to fuck him up!” It’s a vicious jealous outburst, fueled with a sudden searing rage that even I can feel flowing from him as he springs back to me, almost shadowing me he gets that close, bringing his nose down to mine, eyes burning bright, and in turn I slap him in the abdomen.
“No, you fucking won’t. Stop being an idiot. Just shut up and get out of the way.” I push him again and this time, he doesn’t budge. His obvious mood is worse than mine and he sticks his ground and stays as intimidating as ever, right in my face. That low growl of wolf coming through at me.
“You’re mine!….. not anyone else’s and if I have to take down an asshole who thinks he changes that, then I will. We are not done, you and I. He is about to learn that. I’m not even playing, Lorey, I will kill that mother fucker where he stands.” I’ve never seen Colton like this, I can almost taste the fury pulsing from his every pore as he loses a slight ounce of control and his teeth start to peek. I’m only making him worse and this is not the best version to introduce to the doc, or his mom. Even I feel a little tiny ounce of fear at this version and I think maybe, I pushed him a little far with this whole other man thing. I need to calm things down, and not bite, even though his statement makes me want to rip his throat out. This isn’t helping any of us.
“I’m not yours, so you have no right to make any kind of threats. Not anymore. And stop okay. It’s not like that, you just need to calm down and not scare him. He’s human, and he’s not the reason I asked you to meet me.” I recoil some of my own anger, my voice softening as best as I can with this internal constant pain, reminding me to never ever let my stupid heart soften for him again.
I catch the hemline of Colton’s black hoody, yanking him with me instead of still trying to get past him, and change tactic. I turn and head for the back, to the rear of the truck, pulling him when he stubbornly holds still, fighting me for a moment and then he relents and follows. The aggression and pain oozing from him has me all kinds of uptight, but I bang on the back door of the truck to let the doc know I’m back here and I hear the lock slide open.
Colton bristles instantly. I almost feel him get ready to pounce into fight mode as we’re about to come face to face with a guy he deems a threat to our mate bond, as ridiculous as he’s being, and the door swings open. I equally posture in readiness; in case I might have to intervene and defend doc from an angry wolf attack. Fully prepared to take Colton on to save doc’s life, after all I owe him.
The doctor peeks his head out warily, seemingly having heard our conversation and his white pallor makes him almost glow in the darkness, a worried expression all over his face. He gets it wide enough to pop head and shoulders out fully and Colton goes from poised, lethal killing machine stance, to a sudden complete ‘what the hell’ expression in seconds. He looks from him to me, and back again, as all manner of confusing expressions flicker across his face.
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