The Fighter and Her Mate

Chapter 14: Three Little Words

I shuffled through clothes and finally decided on wearing one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. Before anyone questions it, yes, I do know I have my own clothes. You'll understand why I put on his shirt.

As I walked out of the closet, I saw his eyes get brighter when he saw me. I don't know when he got a piece of paper, but it was sitting on his lap along with a pencil. I stood at the foot of the bed and cleared my throat, trying to get him to snap out of it. It didn't work.

He stood up, throwing the paper and pencil on the nightstand, and ran to me. I held my hands out in front of me, blocking him from getting to me.

"Brooklyn," he said, pulling me towards him, "I wouldn't test me if I were you."

With that last remark, I could feel Isaac taking control. He leaned down to kiss me and I turned my head. He used one hand to pull my head back in his direction and the other rested on my waist. He kissed me quickly and grabbed my ass.

I gasped and pushed him away. 

"Give me Hunter back, right now, Isaac," I said, still struggling to get out of his grasp. 

He chuckled at me and leaned down towards my neck. He started kissing my neck until he hit a certain spot. I let out a moan and quickly threw my hand over my mouth. Isaac let out a seductive chuckle and pulled my hand away.

Isaac chuckled, "Don't hide it. You like this."

"Please. Give me Hunter back."

He, finally, looked back up at me, noticing my eyes were filled with tears. I watched as his eyes faded back into the pale green color. Hunter shook his head and wiped away some stray tears.

"Babygirl?", he said, resting his hand on my cheek.

I pushed his hand away and hit his chest hard. I pulled myself out of his grasp, finally, and started angrily going off on him.

"How the hell do you just trap me and not listen when I said no??"

"Babe, you have to understand. My wolf was in control. You can't blame me for the shit my wolf does."

"That's really fucking awesome! I can't hold you accountable for your wolf's actions, but you punish me for the shit my wolf does."

"What did I tell you about cussing, Brooklyn?"

"And why do I have consequences to my actions but, when you do something I don't like, I just have to get over it?"

"Brooklyn, watch your tone."

"No! I will not watch my tone. Last time I checked, you are not my father."

"I'm not, but you are my mate and my responsibility."

"Yeah. I'm your mate. Not the kid you watch after school."

By this time, we were standing toe-to-toe. He forcefully grabbed my waist and started kissing my neck again. This time it wasn't his wolf, it was Hunter. The kisses were soft and his fingers started playing with the hem of my shirt.

"You wanna be treated like my mate, here you go," he said in between kisses.

I groaned and pushed him away, but that only made him pull me closer. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt and ran his hands up and down my sides. His kisses on my neck had gotten deeper as I tried to push him away. I could feel the hickeys forming. He finally looked up at me and I gulped, very loudly.

"Is this what you wanted?" he said, inching his face towards mine. 

I smirked and shoved him away from me.