“What the hell is wrong with her eyes?” Deacon can’t conceal his fear, and this time he does trip trying to get away and lands on his ass. Scrambling as he thuds with a soft noise and tries to reel backwards away from me.
“Nothing… I think their sexy. However, it does mean you had a lucky escape and had my Princessa here not been more concerned about getting the fuck away from you, could have taken down your entire team with minimal effort. Maybe I should let her rebalance the scales if you think you can take her.” Colton slides his hand up my back and comes to beside me properly so his hip touches mine, lazily lassoing his arm around my shoulders so it hangs about me casually, and adopts that teen boy lounge of a guy taking the piss out of someone he deems inferior. Deacon hesitates, I can see the questions forming in his head as he looks from Colton to me, and back, and scrambles to his feet, backing away. It’s obvious he’s rattled, and he keeps gawping at me and then back at his pack as though they’re linking. I see the unease as they too, all start to look to one another and shrink closer to the vehicles, our own sub pack moving in and not giving them an inch.
“Why don’t we make it fun? If he can take you, his pack gets to leave. If he can’t, well…. we kill them.” Colton turns to me with a dark expression, a wry smile, his words making the blood in my veins runs cold, but his mind link kicks in immediately.
I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, it’s obvious he’ll not take that offer, so relax. He’s about ready to run. I’m not really going to kill anyone…. Just messing with him, baby. Because it’s fun.
Colton is doing what a mate is meant to do. Teach, guide, instill confidence in his femme, and I can feel him nudging me on to take back my power from Deacon and it ignites a fire in me that pulses through my bones, and muscles, and nerve endings, and I can almost taste that thin veil coming at me without trying. Maybe it’s the inner rage I felt from the second this asshole pulled up, or maybe it’s having Colton by my side coaxing me, encouraging softly, being what I need, yet my knowing it can never be that churns me up and empowers me insanely.
“I’m not in the mood for shredding my clothes so how about…. if he can get to his truck before I get to him, I forget all about it. He can go, and we’re done.” I raise a brow, sarcasm oozing from every pore and Colton smiles fully, looking to our prey. He knows I’m going to make Deacon run back to his truck like a coward and humiliate him in front of everyone without even attempting to follow. I start to understand why his subs like teasing and tormenting, it really gives me a power kick.
“I’m not against you shooting him in the back, baby. An eye for an eye.” He leans in and kisses me on the temple, lingering a moment as Deacon continues glancing from him to me, and back again. Deacon pales out visibly and starts to stammer and stutter. Raising his hands and looks about poised to go running away, tripping over his own feet and falling epically to his knees in front of everyone. Colton breaks into a laugh and completely ruins it. That proper hearty break of mood, as he lets out that youthful, entertained, sweet melody of husky beauty.
“I’m sorry I can’t… it’s too funny. Fuck off, Deacon, none of you are welcome back here. This is where my mom and my femme stay, and if we see you here again, I’ll happily rip your throat out. Take that as a friendly warning and tell my father whatever the fuck you want. Just leave!” Colton doesn’t waste time for an answer, but slides his arm from me and turns, instead pushing his hand into mine to get me to follow him back to the manor and leave this idiot to get chased out by the subs. Colton is doing what I asked, and making sure the vulnerable are not exposed to gruesome violence. He’s leaving before he does something stupid to these idiots.
I’m slower to turn, catching Deacons eyes ignite from the corner of my eye and his left hand claws up with sharp knife like talons as he lets that one part of him turn, before he lurches to his feet, extending his hand and aims right for the back of Colton’s skull. With enough force, right at a wolf’s skull, it’s a death stroke, and I impulsively yell out.
I throw my hand out to somehow stop him, forward aiming right for that son of a bitch in impulsive reaction, with my palm stretched towards him. To shield my love, to save him from harm. Pure instinct taking over with the way my heart leaps into my mouth and my whole body pauses in shock and disbelief, my veins running cold.
I need to protect my fated mate against all costs, and I don’t think, or hesitate. My own instincts come in to play. Colton is my soul mate and half of me, and I won’t let that piece of shit Deacon take a stab at the back and end him in such a cowardly way.
Much like watching a wet baseball being thrown hard, losing its water content as it hurls at speed, spewing traces in the air behind the spinning whizzing thing, I somehow send something that looks much like a transparent orb at him, from my splayed hand. It travels fast, straight, and true, slowing down time and space so I see it happening with almost timeless ease ,and get him right in the chest, with so much force it makes an echoing thud that reverberates around the clearing. It has a similar effect to that of the bear, only with less velocity and rage behind it, more shock, more focus of a smaller area, reaction more than anything. Deacon goes from jumping towards Colton with intent, to rammed harshly in the chest by my ‘orb’ and thrown the few feet behind him into the side of the vehicle, with such force he body slams it to a shuddering halt and dents it like I just canon balled it with a steel boulder.
He completely stops dead, groaning in pain, the air silencing crazily around us as he slides down the side of the truck clumsily, winded, gasping for air, and in utter shock as his own pack cower around, watching this show of force. The air sizzles around us as everyone who just witnessed it, stares in utter disbelief. Shocked.
“Well that’s a gift.” Meadow’s voice floats my way, breaking the silence, and the tension, as I inhale and look around to see most eyes are on me. It’s only now I realize she’s only seven feet away to my left, as she must have leaped to come to the defense of Colton too, and her eyes are glowing amber, ready to take down that son of a bitch had he in fact struck her alpha.
Deacons pack waste no time in running, dragging Deacon with them, back into the two trucks and speedily getting off the ground. Soon as they do, the trucks rev into life and back out at speed, gravel spraying all around us in dramatic fashion at their fast and furious exit while Colton turns to me and catches me off guard.
He picks me up in a wave of over enthusiasm, hauling me up in a sweep of weightlessness, grinning at me proudly, and hoists my legs around my waist as he does so, pulling me down and kissing me right on the lips as he yanks my body into his. I have no time to react, pulled in, held tight as his warm lips press to mine and take my breath away completely. I hate that his kiss is still familiar, ignites feelings inside, inviting, like finding the way home, and I have to stop myself from leaning in and letting him continue.
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