14. Harper
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
harper
I stared into the cabin, standing at the front door.
"We should've specified that we needed two beds," I finally said.
"We don't need two beds." Rhone maneuvered me inside and slammed the door behind us. "I can sleep in my wolf form if you're not comfortable."
"You're still you in your wolf form."
"So?"
"So we'd still be snuggling."
"You need to change before we go out there." He dropped the bag on the bed and unzipped it, changing the subject without acknowledging that he was doing so.
My eyebrows lifted as he pulled out a pair of full-length leggings and another cropped tee.
It said, Fuck Off.
I could see why Rhone wanted me wearing that instead of Bite Me.
"I hate leggings," I said.
"You hated them as a human. Bloom said it was a visual thing, not a comfort thing. Just try them on. Not being annoyed by your clothes helps with the bloodlust."
When he tossed me the leggings, I reluctantly took them into the bathroom with me.
Rhone caught the door before I could close it.
"You're not watching me change," I said bluntly.
He put a few toiletries in my arms and pulled the door shut.
I looked down and found a stick of deodorant, a toothbrush, and a hairbrush.
That was… helpful.
I changed my clothes—the leggings were annoyingly comfortable—and attempted to make myself a little more presentable. I would've needed some makeup and a hair tool of some kind to really succeed, but I did look and smell better when I stepped out of the bathroom.
Rhone was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me, when I stepped out.
All he had on was a pair of shorts. It didn't look like he'd changed at all.
"You're staying half-naked?" I asked without thinking.
"You saw Zane. This pack doesn't live like humans. There's no phone service or wi-fi, and the only TVs play physical copies of DVDs and VCRs."
"Do they grow their own food?"
"Some of it. There's a small town nearby where they pick up what they can't get or make themselves fairly easily."
"Wow."
"It's a simpler way to live," Rhone said.
"It sounds like it would suit you."
"In some ways. I get really fucking annoyed by the posturing.
Always have. The hierarchy in a pack like this is a lot different than what we have in ours.
You'll see it pretty fast. There's a lot more growling.
A lot more fighting. A lot more claiming, too.
If anyone manages to get past me long enough to bite you, don't bite them back. "
I lifted my eyebrows. "You think they're going to try to bite me?"
"Probably."
"Why?"
"I claimed you without a bite. They want a turned vampire. They want to undermine our pack. They're fucking bored because they don't own video game consoles, and live out in the wilderness. They're all horny."
I blinked, suddenly a little warmer. "You think they'll want to fuck me?"
Rhone narrowed his eyes at me. "You're mine, Harper. If you want sex, I'm your only option."
"What if I meet someone I like?"
"I won't let that happen."
"Long-term, turned vampires don't survive without a mate," I pointed out.
It was Rhone's turn to blink.
"The only two who have been stable for more than a few months are Oren and that woman no one talks about, who's in hiding. They're both mated."
He blinked again.
"What if taking a mate could fix me?" I asked.
"Taking a mate isn't going to fix you. You're not broken."
I gave him a smile that held no humor at all. "I wish you were right about that."
"I'm right."
"All I'm saying is that if I meet someone here who catches my interest and is interested in me, I should consider them."
Rhone was on his feet in a heartbeat. His hands found my hips. He walked me back one step.
Then two.
Then three.
There was a soft thud as my shoulders hit the wall lightly.
Rhone's nostrils flared. "Open your thighs."
I parted my legs a little wider.
He stepped closer, and I sucked in a breath as he pressed his erection between my legs. "We have a problem, Trouble."
"We have a hell of a lot more than one problem."
He rumbled. "You don't smell like me."
"I'm surviving on your blood. I don't know how else I could smell like you without fucking you."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings. "You can't."
"You said that was a bad idea."
"It was."
"What changed?"
He grabbed my hips beneath my leggings, sending goosebumps over my skin. "I need to make it clear who you belong to."
I scoffed. "Fuck off. I'm not having sex with you just so no one else wants to touch me. I'm definitely not fucking a man who thinks he can own me without giving up any part of himself."
Rhone studied me for a moment. "What if I agreed to be yours too? Temporarily?"
"It would end when we go back to the pack?"
"Yes."
Sex, with Rhone. No strings attached. It would give me protection from the Wilder wolves… and it would be hot.
So insanely hot.
I'd have to be crazy to turn it down. And I was crazy—but not that crazy.
"Fine. We can belong to each other while we're here. Everything will go back to normal when we leave," I said. "Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"You have to say it first."
Rhone's chest rumbled.
I pushed his shorts down, and his cock sprang free. It took everything I had not to stare at his massive erection. He was thick, and huge, and fucking perfect.
I only let myself look long enough to wrap my fist around him.
His hands returned to the waistband of my leggings, his fingers hooking in the fabric. "I'm yours, Trouble. Now tell me I can fuck you."
Finally.
"That wasn't so hard," I murmured. "You can fuck me."
He had his hand in the front of my leggings and his fingers buried inside me in a heartbeat. I choked on a breath as he dragged his thumb hard over my clit.
"I still don't know if you can handle me. I don't do gentle," he said.
"I feel nothing because of my bloodlust most of the time. I don't want gentle."
He slid his fingers out before thrusting them in roughly, and I gasped as he lit up every fucking part of me just like that. I grabbed his arm, holding on tightly as my knees threatened to buckle. His free hand peeled my leggings partway down my thighs.
"You're going to come on my hand just like this." He worked my clit slowly with his thumb, and I did exactly that.
I came.
On his hand.
So hard, I saw stars.
I cried out in pleasure as I lost control, clinging to him and rocking violently. My legs shook, so he hooked one of my knees around his ass as I came down from the high.
He pulled his fingers free and lifted them to his mouth, sucking my pleasure off his skin as he dragged the head of his cock over my center. The satisfied rumble that escaped him was all male.
"Don't tease me," I panted, grabbing his fist and lining his tip up with my entrance. "You promised me a rough fuck. Deliver."
His eyes flashed, glowing electric blue as he drove into me hard.
The moan that escaped me was nearly feral.
The snarl that escaped him was, too.
"You're so fucking tight, Harp."
"Don't call me that," I breathed, as he pulled out and took me again, even rougher.
"You love it."
"I hate it."
He tilted my hips and filled me again, stopping right before I climaxed.
I dug my fingers into his arm nearly hard enough to draw blood. "Fine. It's perfect. Love it. Call me whatever the fuck you want."
He drove into me again, bottoming out twice before I came on his cock.
It felt like fireworks.
Like life and bliss and excitement and feelings. For the first time in so fucking long, real, intense feelings.
My eyes stung.
"You good?" he growled.
"Good enough. Fuck me harder," I whispered.
He snarled, and did exactly that.
The slap of skin and the scent of sex overwhelmed my senses as we came together.
Werewolf men didn't need much time between rounds. Just a minute or two. Bloom had told me that much.
Rhone was fucking me wildly again, when someone knocked loudly on the cabin door.
He went still.
Deadly still.
"We're ready for you at the packhouse," a male voice called out.
The snarl that ripped from Rhone as he turned furious, glowing eyes toward the door told me I needed to act.
Fast.
"We'll be there in ten minutes," I called out.
Then sank my fangs into Rhone's throat.
I moaned as his sweet taste overpowered whatever sliver of me wasn't already lost to him.
He roared as he fucked me brutally, filling me with his release again.
I let go of his throat after a few swallows.
He pulled out immediately, setting me on my feet and storming across the small cabin we were borrowing. When he ripped the door open, we stared out at an empty porch.
I didn't bother to hide my slow, satisfied smile.
For once, I had some power over the man who controlled every aspect of my life.