Chapter 9 Drunken Confrontations
Chapter nine
Drunken Confrontations
“Sit down,” she demanded, pushing my shoulders down, and I fell onto the entranceway stool.
She took off her own coat and boots, and I began to kick off my shoes, and that’s when I realised I had lost the jacket.
“Don’t worry about it; it’s only a coat,” Cole said, recognising the cause of my distress.
“I didn’t mean to—” I began, guiltily.
“I’m sure there’s a lot you didn’t mean to do tonight,” she answered. “It’s bedtime,” she said, like I was some child.
“Don’t speak to me like that,” I defended myself.
Cole turned her glare to me.
“I’ll speak to you however I like,” she growled low.
“I mean it. You think you can just tell me what to do. You think you can use your alpha pheromones against me like that and then basically fuck that blonde bitch in front of everyone. I’m not your plaything,” I told her.
Cole pinched the bridge of her nose.
“You’re upset because you saw me speaking to someone—”
“You had your arm around her!” I interrupted. It was more than speaking, and she knew it.
“And your response was to what? Humiliate me? Challenge me in public? Try to go home with someone?” she asked, releasing her nose and stalking towards where I still sat on the stool.
I pushed myself unsteadily to my feet.
“If you didn’t want me to drink or interact with other people, why’d you take me to a full moon party?” I asked, furious.
Her top lip rose, revealing sharp canines.
I swallowed.
“You clearly don’t know how to behave,” she said as she stalked into my personal space.
I wobbled. She gripped me tightly.
“I can teach you how to behave. Is that what you want? My attention?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
She growled. I swear I felt the vibration between us.
“You’ve given me a headache,” she said and began to guide me up the stairs.
I shrugged her off.
“I can climb the stairs myself,” I argued.
She released me, stepping back and waving at me in a go-ahead gesture.
I climbed the stairs, clinging to the banister, and turned to face Cole triumphantly when I reached the top.
I wobbled forward and fell against her. She caught me with an arm around my waist, holding me against her, before she climbed the last couple of steps and set me firmly on my feet.
“Get ready for bed. I’ll check on you soon,” she told me, releasing me and pushing me in the direction of my room.
“I don’t need to be checked on,” I muttered as I walked towards my room using the wall as a guide.
Once inside my room, I lay on the bed for just a moment.
Cole shook me gently awake.
“Harriet,” she said quietly but frustratedly.
“What?” I said groggily.
“You can’t sleep like that,” she told me.
I looked at myself and groaned.
“I was just resting,” I said as I sat up. “What are you still doing here?” I asked.
“You need help,” she answered.
“Pfft,” I scoffed. “Stop lying to defend yourself. You don’t care about helping me. What is it you really want? To corner me again, pin me to this bed again, show me how much of an Alpha you are?” I challenged as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood.
“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you like that earlier,” she said.
“Is that meant to be an apology?” I asked.
Cole’s nostrils flared. She stepped forward.
It felt like she was towering over me. Like she could take anything she wanted from me.
Her eyes were such a deep, endless brown.
She was breathing heavily and more deeply until the movement of her chest changed from dangerous to threatening in a different way.
“You started it,” she said, suddenly reaching out and gripping my hips, pulling me closer to her.
I brought my arms up between us, but she pressed me against her, trapping me. She dipped her head beside my ear.
“In the kitchen,” she accused and inhaled deeply, pulling away with a grin on her face.
“Right now,” she said, holding eye contact.
“I’m doing it right now?” I asked, my voice low, scared to make a sound, trapped.
“You can do it to me, and it’s fine, but I give you a taste, and it’s abuse?” she asked, her voice lowering, demanding attention.
I felt warm. I wanted to be hotter. Was this what it felt like to produce pheromones?
“I’m not in control of it,” I told her.
The air was turning sweet with Cole.
And I was drinking her in.
Leaning into her.
Stretching out for her.
Her lips crashed against mine.
Something within me exploded. Like a void come alive. Primal.
I kissed her back.
Pressing myself against her, fisting her top.
Her hands gripped my hips possessively.
I opened my mouth for her tongue.
We fought for dominance of the kiss, one of her hands leaving my hip to control the kiss with a fistful of the hair at the base of my skull.
I groaned in submission.
My pussy clenched.
Cole broke the kiss.
I tried to pull her closer again.
Her hand left my hair, and she released my hip.
“Cole?” I asked, desperate for her to return.
“Go to bed,” she snapped as she stepped past me and left my room.
I stood there, trying to catch my breath, trying to understand what had happened for far too long.
A kiss wasn’t meant to feel like that.