Hunted and Tormented

Chapter 9: Special Benefits

Jem’s POV

Eva slept soundly on my bed, her luscious dark hair spilling out over the pillow. I’d spent hours caressing it after she fell asleep, unable to even consider sleep myself in case when I woke up she was gone. I wasn't sure if I could handle that.

Things hadn't gone the way I wanted last night. Firstly, I’d found out about Eva’s boyfriend – who was now most definitely her ex-boyfriend. Secondly, she had refused to sleep with me because she had been thinking about this said ex-boyfriend. It had pissed me off. Immensely. I’d ended up destroying my desk and most of the wall behind it from my fury. She wasn't allowed to be with anyone else. She was mine and this Luke guy . . . he was gonna pay for this.

How dare she cry over him in front of me? How dare she cry because she was no longer with him? It sickened me. I wanted to destroy this Luke, so he could never interfere with my mate’s emotions again.

After all, I was the only one allowed to do that.

Remembering several hours ago like it was still fresh in my mind; I inwardly fumed at what Eva had said to me.

I’d been tugging on the button on her jeans, my hands shockingly too shaky to rip it open. The effect she had on me was amazing. I am powerful. I am feared. I am the Alpha of Haven Pack. And I can’t undo a lousy button. It was slightly embarrassing but with Eva it didn’t matter.

Her soft hand had closed around mine and she’d pushed it away. “Not tonight.”

I’d growled at her, shoving off her grip and resuming kneading the button out of the hole. “I will have you whenever I want, Eva. That is now. I will not have you moping after some guy who you can’t have. Forget him.”

“Jem,” she protested as I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans. “Please. We’ve just met. It’s too soon.”

“Eva. Take off your jeans,” I commanded. Sighing and shaking her head, she pulled them off and tossed them to the side. My eyes had widened at the sight of my beautiful mate’s long, gorgeous legs. I fell to my knees in front of her and ran my hands up from her calves to her thighs. She moaned softly, igniting the burning hunger I had for her deep in my gut.

I wanted her.

“Jem,” she said. “If you respect me at all, you will stop this at once. Don’t force me into this.”

“This isn't up for discussion, darling. Remove these panties before I rip them off.”

“No,” she said stubbornly. “I like these panties.”

“I think I would much prefer them off,” I commented.

Exhaling and her face still wet with tears, my mate ran her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as if she’d done it a hundred times. I groaned and rested my forehead against her stomach, my desire for me to be under me stronger than anything I had ever experienced. What was she doing to me? Why was I suddenly acting like an irrational, hormone-infused teenager?

“You are one,” she chuckled. I stared up at her in surprise and she stroked my cheek affectionately. “You said it out loud, baby.”

I grumbled. “Of course I did. Eva, I do remember asking you to remove your underwear. Why has that not happened yet?”

“I’m upset, Jem. I’m not in the mood for sex.”

“Well that’s a shame, because I am.”

She laughed but tears still tumbled down her face, sadness still showing brokenly in her hazel irises. I hated to see her like this. It filled me with sadness I couldn’t describe. “Eva . . . let me take away your sorrow,” I pleaded. I couldn’t believe myself. I was begging for sex. That was new.