"Isn't it me who should be throwing it?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Yes, but let me handle all those boring things. You are still the one throwing the party," he said.
I nodded, accepting his help.
"That would be appreciated."
Damon smiled, and I thanked him for his help before our conversation changed from business to a calm one.
"She hasn't marked you yet?" he asked.
"It has barely been two weeks since she arrived. She is taking her time."
"But you marked her," he pointed out.
"It is a little harder for her, considering she is a half-blood," I told him.
"I see."
"You see what?"
We both turned our heads as Lara appeared. I knew I had told her to wait in the office, but clearly, she had gotten impatient, and this talk had gone on longer than I had expected. I smiled and stood up and so did Damon. I held out my hand to her, and she walked over and took it. I pulled her closer, turning her back to me, so she was facing Damon.
"This, little wolf, is Damon Hayes. An old friend of mine, and a very trusted one," I introduced.
Lara gave him one of those sweet smiles of hers, and it was enough to make me a little jealous, since I believed those smiles only belonged to me, and when she tried to reach out her hand to him, I quickly grabbed it, pulling it back. She looked up at me, confused.
"No touching."
"Why not?" she asked.
I glanced at Damon, who was just smiling and trying not to laugh. Not just hybrids, but every supernatural male out there was possessive over their mates. It was natural that we didn't want another male to touch our females, because it left a scent trail on them, and the only scent I wanted on her skin, that wasn't her own, was mine. So, there was no touching, unless I would allow it.
"Because I don't like you smelling like someone else," I told her.
"I am just shaking his hand, not sleeping with him."
I growled lowly, not because I was angry, but because the thought of her in bed with someone else made me quite mad. She stared at me wide-eyed, and I coughed a little, trying to reel in all those jealous feelings. It was so strange to feel. I had never been jealous or even possessive like this, but Lara brought something out in me that I couldn't explain.
"It's a no."
"So, I can never shake someone's hand again?" she asked, confused.
"If I allow it."
"It's my hand!" she pointed out.
"But you are my mate and queen, which means I get to decide."
"But it is my hand!" she said again.
"Little wolf, it is not up for discussion."
"It seems over the top," she told me.
I sighed, rolling my eyes.