Her Stubborness

Julian's POV

The air crackles with electricity between us. The pull is intense. I fight for control but now, my vision is tinged red. My animal side is taking over. The thought of her with some other guy, even just for a simple lunch drives me crazy. Her hiding my mark on her, even a temporary one, just snaps off my control and my lycan takes over.

I inhale her incredible, magical scent deeply to calm the beast in me. "Tell me you're not seeing anybody. Tell me there's no other man." She's mine.

I can hear the thunderous drum of her heartbeat, the heated blood that rushes through her body, the ragged breathing that matches my own but she remains silent. It doesn't matter. She belongs to me. If there's another man staking a claim on her, I will crush him. I will destroy anything that comes between me and her.

The graceful curve of her neck looks so tempting as I run my nose close to it and breathe in her scent deeply one more time. Her scent manages to calm me and excite me at the same time. The red in my vision clears up. I have my lycan under control now but I crave the taste of her again. I want so badly to touch her and run my lips on the soft, smooth skin. I want to lick her and saturate my tongue with the taste of her. I want to sink my teeth into her soft, supple flesh to mark and chain her to me forever.

I ball my fists tighter and pull back a little before I give in to temptation.

The long, thick sweep of her dark eyelashes flutter against the top of her pink delicate cheeks as she opens her eyes to gaze back at me. I'm struck again by her brilliant green eyes.

"Your eyes, they're back to normal," she breathes in wonder. She's staring up at me in awe like I'm the most amazing thing she'd ever laid her eyes on. Like she wants me. "What are you?"

That's a question I'm not willing to answer yet. She's a human and that makes our situation...delicate.

"Let me touch you. Tell me it's okay for me to touch you now," I say instead. I want to touch her more than I want anything else right now.

"No...," she manages to say breathlessly. I sense her excitement and I can smell her arousal. Her eyes are begging me to take her, yet her sassy mouth is telling me to stay away. She's killing me.

"You're scaring me," she says but her eyes are burning with passion and defiance. Such a contradiction.

"No, you want me," I groan. I want her so badly. Why won't she tell me she wants me too? "Now tell me you want me."

She's warring with herself and I'm going to make sure that I win. She's mine the moment she was born. No one else is going to have her. Every delectable, beautiful inch of her is mine but I want her to come to me willingly. I will have her come to me more than willingly. I want her to crave me the way I crave her. Desperately.

She remains quiet so I tell her, "I know you want me, Princess. Do you know how I know?"

She gives a small shake of her head. No. The expression on her beautiful face is half dread and half curiosity.

I'm telling her anyway. "Because I want you too. I want to worship your body. I want to taste you. I want my mouth and my hands on every part and every inch of your body."

A strangled whimper slips out from her parted lips and I bite down on my bottom lip to hide my smile. Oh, she wants me. Bad.

"So why don't you just let me, Princess? Just let me do what I want with you. I promise that you're going to love it." I can imagine all the things I can do to her already. "We both know you're going to give in sooner or later. We both know it's going to happen. It's inevitable."

She must have seen my smug smile and my words somehow piss her off for she tips her chin up in determination and her eyes gleam with stubbornness.

"Do you say things like that to all the girls? Does it work all the time?" she asks. "You're a manwhore. I don't do manwhores."

"Ouch! Stab me, why don't you?" I say, clutching my chest.

"If you think you can have me like all those skanks you surround yourself with, think again." She slides a brief look at the girls who flocked around me a while ago. They're still standing there as if they're waiting for me. Some of them are glancing over, shooting my girl a dirty look. Girls these days are more overtly aggressive in getting what they want. "Don't hold your breath, though," she continues. "Hell would freeze over before I let you lay a finger on me." With that, she ducks underneath my arm, flips her hair, and walks off.

Fiesty. I like.