Jem wouldn’t leave my room. I wondered if he had any work to do, but he obviously was putting it off to stick around here with me. Irritating as it was, I think he sensed that deep down I didn’t want him to go.
He knocked lightly on the door. About three hours ago, after realising I had no intention of coming out, he’d slumped down on the other side. “Eva?”
I lifted my head from where I’d buried it in my knees and answered quietly. “Yes?”
“I want you to come out. I don’t like you being away from me.”
“I can’t, Jem. You need to go.”
“I need to have you before you die. I need to make you mine.”
My head fell sullenly against the wood of the door and tears filled my eyes. “I’m already yours, Jem. I’ll always be yours. But right now I don’t want you.”
Yes you do, my wolf pleaded. Go to him. Let him mark us.
And let him rip it all away in the end? Why should I give him the satisfaction of claiming me when it wasn't genuine in the first place?
“Can I – can I talk to Cam?” For some reason, he felt like the only person who could clear my head. My wolf growled at me for asking for him, but I needed the only friend I had here in a moment when I didn’t want to be alone.
Jem snarled. “I will not tolerate another male near you.”
“Oh. Well then. I guess I’ll just . . . stay in here.”
“No,” he said next, his voice pleading me softly, the malice from before gone in an instant. “Eva, come out. I can’t stand you being away from me.”
The ache in my chest told me I couldn’t stand it either. Just at the sound of his distress, my hand was reaching for the door handle. “Let me see Cam,” I said.
“No!” he shouted, slapping the door hard. “You are mine! No one else can have you!”
My immediate reaction to his outburst was to soothe him and I couldn’t resist opening the door and crouching in front of him. “Let me see him, Jem. He’s my friend.”
“You. Are. Mine,” he growled.
I touched his cheek and he shuddered, eyes lulling shut. “I know. But I’m lonely and I want to talk to him.” Then I did something totally torturous to him. I moved into his lap and straddled his waist, running my fingers across the hard planes of his muscular back. I caressed his face and leaned in as if for a kiss. He was captivated immediately and gripped my waist like he never planned on letting go.
“Please, Jem?” I whispered, brushing my lips over his delicately. He moaned and buried his head in my neck, inhaling my scent in desperate need of calming his wolf.
“For a little while,” he said. “But you will have a guard present. I will not leave you alone with him.”
“We’re friends,” I reassured him, although not really knowing the relationship between Cam and me anymore. I certainly wasn't attracted to him. “He put me here after all. Do you really think I’ll even consider make a move on him?”
“I have faith in you, Eva,” he said, looking up into my eyes. “But I don’t trust him not to lose control with you. His wolf will be overwhelmed with emotions at the sight of his Alpha Female and Cam may act on the wrong one.”
I shrugged and made to climb off him now that I had my way. “Well, it isn't like I ever will be Alpha Female, right? I’ll just let him know that.”
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Hunted and Tormented
Hombres LoboEva Sullivan has had a pretty awful week. Accused of killing members of her Pack, one of them being her twin brother, she runs to the only other werewolf she trusts. That didn't turn out so well either. Locked up and facing death, Eva has no idea ho...
