Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 37: 36 - I Have Him

I managed to get Wolfie to let out exactly who I wanted for the two jobs of blood scavenging and joining

us on our hybrid hunt.

It wasn't easy, but an aura battle and d@mn near fist fight latter, I had Brandon and Rose on our team

for the search and Trainer Marco, and Doc for the blood scavenging.

As much as I hate sending Doc out. If she's ever the one getting seriously hurt, that's our best doctor

out of commission, but I think she's the best option for now. The only one I feel confident will be able to

handle the rookie wolves that will be "assisting" them.

And if you want anyone out of confinement when you're planning something like I am, Marco is the one

to have. He's a total bad@ss. Taught me and my best friends most of what we know.

His workouts suck.

But you don't take out entire teams of men without a little backbone.

And if you don't have one of those with him as your trainer.

Ha, you either grow one or. . .

There is no or.

We started walking back to the Master House while Happy briefed everyone back at the cells about

their jobs and what not.

We made it back, and he lead me up to the floor with my room on it. I figured he was going to shove

me into the room I've been staying in for the past few weeks, like usual, but we turned into "his room".

"Here, come sit," He gestured to the bed.

Ummm. . .

What are we doing?

He saw the hesitation.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to bite." He walked over and grabbed my arms so he could lead me

to the bed.

Um.

I'm highly suspicious of what's going on here.

This is not normal behavior for him.

He usually just likes to either pretend I'm not here or make me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

That is, until he throws a tantrum and can't resist screaming at me.

But I go with the flow anyway.

He didn't sit down next to me once I was on the bed, so I was left looking up at him.

Oh jeez, I'm about to be lectured, aren't I?

"There is no way in h3ll you're coming with us to search for the hybrids."

The burden of always being right.

"There is, and I am," I informed him.

"No, you are not. It's too dangerous."

"Since when have you cared about my safety?"

"Since always, Maria, I don't know if you noticed, but what happens to you, effects me, as well."

Effects or affects?

"It always has to come back to you, doesn't it? Why should I care what you think when you care about

me only because there could be repercussions for you?"

He took a step towards me. "Why is that all you're taking away from this? I'm trying to protect you. Just

don't go on the search!"

"I'm going weather you want me to or not," I told him.

"Not if I lock you up somewhere," he countered.

"Goddess, why do you do this? Jason, I have people to protect too."

Like you, when you get your dumb @ss in trouble, like I know you will.

"I'm not letting you," he crossed his arms stubbornly.

"I don't care. And I can do this, it's my job," I tried to convince him.

"No. You're in over your head."

"What? Who are you to say?!"

He has no idea. I'm the one who has dealt with these b@stard hybrids.

I mean, he's not wrong. But I'm hardly ever in instances I'm not in over my head, and those always

seem to work out.

"I can handle it!" I yelled at him.

"No you can't!"

"What makes you think so?!" I scowled at him.

I'm a freaking pure blood for crying out loud.

I doubt the scowl is very affective considering he's still looking down at me, though.

"Because!" He justified.

Oh, very mature.

"Because what?!" I hollered back.

He didn't answer.

"Because I'm a girl, maybe?!" I stared at him.

The smallest hint of realization flashed in his eyes then disappeared behind frustration. "No!"

"Oh, sure!" I rolled my eyes.

"Then why?!" I questioned further.

Do you hear that?

That's the sound of his entire argument falling apart.

"Because. . . Because. . ."

"I bested your gamma in a fight, I'm very familiar with their tactics, and I was literally born and raised for

this. Please! Do tell! Why do I not belong on this hunt?" I raised my brow at him.

I saw his eyes searching the floor, almost frantically.

Like it would have an answer.

When he didn't find one, he looked back to me with a glare. "That's not the point. You are staying here

weather you want to or not!"

He lunged forward, with honestly impressive speed, and took both my wrists in an iron grip. He

dragged me out of the room and into the one across from it.

Time for one of his tantrums.

Filled with empty threats and —

He slammed me against the wall.

And walls. Empty threats and walls.

"Go ahead. Lock me in here. See what good that does to keep me from going!" I sneered at him while

he held his forearm against my neck to hold me down.

I started thrashing against the wall, trying to get out of his hold. He still held one of my hands in his

own, so I didn't have much to work with.

The more I tried, the more he leaned against me to suppress my movements. By the end of it, one of

my hands were stuck between our chests, and the other was being held against the wall by my side by

his leg.

We stayed like this for a while, and now he's looking down at me silently. For once, I feel like I can't see

behind the iron of his eyes.

The anger between us calmed down, now that neither of us have much room to fight each other.

He seems to be just watching.

Yet again, I'd give anything to know what he's thinking.

The more I stare into his eyes, the more overwhelmed I get. The proximity is jarring.

But if he wants to hold me captive against this wall like this, then I'm just going to revel in his scent.

Enjoy the way his warmth wraps around me for a second.

To my surprise, he lifted his free hand to drag a light touch down my right cheek, not even looking like

he realized he was doing it.

At this point, I don't think either of us are in our right mind.

Goosebumps followed in its wake and spread to my arms, making me shiver.

He noticed, and I saw the tiniest smile creep to his face.

My heart melted into putty.

Then the smile slowly slipped from his face, and he went back to his calm observing face. The one that

makes him look like he's studying an important piece of text.

The one he's been looking at me with this entire time.

My heart sped up when he reached his free hand back up to caress my face again.

His finger grazed my cheek as he shook his head. "Can't you see? I'm trying to protect you." He

whispered.

My eyes softened as I looked into his and leaned in to his touch. He left his hand to cup my cheek.

"I know. And I appreciate it," I smiled sadly. "Really. But I'm not the protected. I'm the protector. I don't

want or need anyone else fighting my battles."

"But this isn't your battle," he protested, his eyes almost pleading with me.

I gave a small snort, trying to ignore the weight I feel from this conversation. "Well then, I'm making it

my battle."

He shook his head. "C'mon, is there anything I can say to convince you? I don't wanna leave you all

locked up here when I'm gone," he looked down and ran the back of his hand against my arm.

. . . Why did his words make me feel so warm inside?

And of course, his touch sent butterflies and sparks running rampant. Especially a touch so gentle.

"Then don't," I looked into his eyes.

He sighed.

A seemingly truly hopeless sigh.

I shook my head.

What weight are you carrying up there, Wolfie?

He laid his forehead against mine.

Holy mother of the moon, so close.

And not just his body anymore.

It's him.

It's my mate. No walls, no masks. I can feel our emotions bouncing off each other.

I never want this to end.

I have him. I have him right in front of me. He's not pretending I don't exist, he's not purposely making

me uncomfortable to keep up an act.

He's still holding me against a wall, but he's holding me.

I don't even know when it fell, but the arm on my neck is long gone, and is now running up and down

my side, leaving never ending tingles, even though there's a layer of clothing between it and my skin.

His eyes are closed, and I'm left to stand and admire his god like beauty from close up.

I find myself holding my breath, as I listen to his drug out and slow breaths.

He finds comfort in my scent, as well.

I felt a small smile creep to my lips as my eyes closed also.

I knew he was faking it.

And now, I know how hard it is for him to.

I don't feel like such a reject, anymore.

I felt his other arm move from running along mine to go to my waist.

I felt my breath shaking as he reached the hem of my shirt and barely slipped his hand in. His thumb

drew designs on the skin of my waist.

Instead of speeding up, my heart stopped, along with my breathing and the rest of the world.

My body was too occupied with his every move to even think about performing bodily functions like

breathing, let alone realize anything around me other than him.

I counted his breaths as they tickled my nose.

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How is he able to make my mind so fuzzy like this? Do I have this effect on him?

"F**k," He breathed, fluttering his eyes open.

I guess I do.

I hadn't even realized it, but at some point, one of my hands moved to his chest and the other to his

bare bicep.

He reached for the one on his chest and held it there, pressed against his heart. He watched my

reaction as I tuned in to his hypnotizing heart beat, staring into his eyes while he stared back.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and rested my head on his chest in order to feel closer to it.

Werewolves' hearts beat so fast.

I usually find the quick and repetitive tempo annoying, but this one is music to my ears.

I leaned up a bit to get closer to his neck to be closer to his pulse there.

I felt my fangs throbbing for a bite.

Control. Have control.

With my mouth clamped shut, I inched closer and closer. It was so alluring, I just can't take me eyes off

him or his pulse.

I was slightly surprised when my nose brushed against his neck, not realizing I had gotten that close,

and apparently, so was he.

He flinched and I felt a shiver run down his body.

The thing that made my whole body feel like jello, though, was how instead of feather touches from his

fingers, he clamped down onto my sides.

The skin on skin contact there made me feel like I was going to melt.

As I took in deep intakes of his scent with my nose practically buried in the crook of his neck, I felt his

hands start exploring my skin.

He left sparks everywhere and my stomach started tying in knots.

I never want this to end. If we could stay in this room and do this forever, I'd have no problem leaving

the hybrid hunting to the others.

I have my mate. And I never ever want to let him go.

I felt his fingers inch to my back as the bliss followed.

He started following a line with one of his fingers.

I froze.

He also stiffened and kept following it while finding another line with his other hand.

No.

I quickly tried to push him away but he only pulled back so I could see him, and tightened his grip.

He looked down at me with furrowed brows as I kept trying to squirm under him.

This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't want him to see. I don't want him to see! I don't want him to

know!

His eyes went down to where his hands are, the frown growing on his face.

He kept finding more raised lines and ran his hands over them.

I couldn't stop squirming. I'm near tears.

I feel so vulnerable. Exposed.

I hate this.

I want out.

He looked back to my eyes, his hands still slowly exploring all up and down my back.

His voice came out with a mixture of pain and anger. "Where did these come from?" He asked about

the scars.

I swallowed hard, "Jason . . ." I shook my head slowly. I don't know what to say.

The first tear slipped.

Goddess, I've done more crying over this past month than I have in an entire year.