“Nope.” He grins at me. “We’re supposed to be spendingtime together.”
He’s right, and it grates on my nerves. What’s even worse is that every time he grins at me like that, my lady bits get all tingly and I consider jumping on him. I don’t want to be attracted to him, even though he is clearly attracted to me. A smile crosses my face as a devilish thought rolls into my mind. If he wants to spend time with me, so be it.
“Fine.” I try to sound put out as I reach my hand out toward him.
Confusion crosses his too handsome face before he bends down and grasps my hand to pull me out of the water and onto the dock.
“Jesus,” he mutters before handing me my towel and trying and failing to discreetly adjust his raging erection.
“What would you like for breakfast?” I ask as bend down to pick up my clothes.
“You,” Rowan says before pulling me back against his hard chest.
I try to pull away, but his grip on my hips only tightens. “What are you doing?” I ask. My voice sounds hoarse and lusty to my own ears.
“I don’t know yet, but I do know I have reached my breaking point,” Rowan says in my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
“Rowan.” I wanted to chastise him, but his name sounds more like a moan.
“I can’t fucking do this,” he says after releasing my earlobe. “Your scent has invaded my senses. You’re all I think about ever since I found out you were my mate.”
“But I’m not your mate.” I try to fight back with my words.
“You. Are. My. Mate.” He enunciates every word slowly. “I smelled your arousal this morning. Did you dream of me,Kira?”
I shake my head, incapable of lying to him but not wanting him to know the truth.
“Liar,” he whispers in my ear before twisting my nipple harshly.
My knees buckle beneath my weight, the intense pleasure-pain combo too much for my lust-addled brain to manage. So much for me pushing his buttons.
****
Rowan
Fuck. She is utter perfection. Her tattooed skin is on display in the early morning sunlight, water slipping down her skin. She was driving me insane in the little cabin, those cut-off shorts and tight tank tops enough to push me to the brink of madness. But this? Seeing her out here in nature, naked as the day she was born? It’s my breaking point.
When I twist her nipple harshly, her knees give out, but I catch her easily. My Kira can’t hide from me anymore. We are going to have this out, and one way or another, I’m claiming my mate today.
Lowering us both to the dock, I lay her down beneath me. As I sit on my haunches, I take in my fill of her. Small, pert breasts, flat stomach, and a clean-shaven pussy. Her tattoos are the perfect accentuation for her natural beauty. She doesn’t cover up or try to hide from me as I take in my fill of her.
“Rowan.” Kira sounds nervous.
“Fuck.” I scrub a hand down my face.
“Can you let me up?” she asks quietly.
“No.” I take her hands in one of mine and pin them to the dock. “For ten days I have been patient, but not anymore. I know you feel the pull between us.”
“The pull doesn’t matter,” she says, looking into my eyes.“I can’t be with you. I can’t stay with the Zwart Pack. There is too much hurt still inside me.”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I knew it might come down to this. “Then we don’t live with the Zwart Pack,” I say. “I don’t need to be the alpha. Silas can do it. You and I can go wherever you want, even to your wolves.”
“What?” Kira gasps. “You can’t be serious!”
“Why not?” I ask as I stare at her. “I know they hurt you, we all did, and if you can’t accept that people change, that’s fine. But I am your mate, and I only want to be with you. If that means leaving the Zwart Pack, then that’s what I will do.”
A tear tracks down her cheek, but I don’t move to wipe it away.