Personal genie

Reece held the phone in his hand following Breeana's scent.

How could they have moved so fast?

He rounded the corner and caught sight of Breeana's long dark hair only that wimp was leaning into Breeana, her hands on his shoulder. Then he kissed Breeana.

Reece saw red. He pocketed the phone, crossed the distance between them and punched the guy in the face. Rage burned him from the inside out and he could no longer control himself.

*****

"Reece! Reece stop hitting him! Reece!"

Breeana shouted trying to pull Reece off Ryan who was trying all he could to dodge the punches that Reeve kept throwing.

It wasn't going too well however, Reece was larger, stronger and more dominant than Ryan. If Breeana didn't stop him, he could shift and hurt Ryan really badly.

Reece looked possessed, lost and so viciously angry that cold fear gripped Breeana's heart.

Breeana prayed she wasn't about to do something exceptionally stupid then she stepped between both of them directly in Reece's line of fire. "Stop!"

Breeana opened her eyes that she didn't realize that had shut. Reece's fist had stopped just inches from her face and he looked less crazed. He dropped his fist.

Behind her, she heard Ryan shuffle back and take off before Reece could change his mind. Immediate danger averted, Breeana turned on Reece.

"What the hell was that about? You can't just hit anyone you don't like. Ryan did nothing wrong–" Reece touched her cheek and she froze.

Sparks erupted beneath her skin at his touch and she forgot what she had been about to say. "Reece?"

He leaned forward and buried his face in her nape. His breath on her neck caused Breeana to shiver and her left hand went automatically to the back hairs on his head. She placed her right hand on his shoulder and tried to push him back to look him in the eye.

Was everything alright? Did something happen? Her blue eyes met his usually bright green eyes which looked darker. Stormier. And suddenly she knew what this was all about.

Before she could speak however he kissed her. When their lips met, she lost all sense of self and direction. She forgot her name, her decision to never accept him as her mate, she forgot she had a sister who was dating him. It was just him and her.

It felt natural to open her mouth to him, to slide her tongue against his, to grab his shoulder and to shiver against his lips as his hands trailed down her lower back. To offer her neck to him when his lips finally left hers to catch a breath. His lips and teeth kissed, caressed and bit at her neck and she moaned. Why had she waited so long to do this again? Reece obviously knew what he was doing–

Breeana pushed him away panting. He took a step towards her subconsciously before visibly stopping himself.

They stood and stared at each other in abject horror.

Had Reece really… and she had… oh Goddess.

Breeana recovered first and walked away really quickly to the nearest washroom which was thankfully empty. She silently screamed at herself and freaked out.

She had kissed Reece Gavin. Reece Gavin, her sister's boyfriend had kissed her.

How could she have? She wasn't even attracted to the guy. Granted he was handsome with a beautifully sculpted body but still– wait a minute, had she just thought of Reece's body as beautifully sculpted?

What was happening to her?

Breeana stared at herself in the mirror barely recognizing herself. Her black hair was mussed and she had a sudden flashback of Reece fisting her hair, his tongue in her mouth. She blinked away the memory.

One of her bra straps had snapped, she didn't even realize when that had happened, her lips were swollen and red. There was a smear of blood on her cheek from Reece's bleeding hand. And her neck. There was a large red mark there that was going to bruise and turn into the biggest hickey known to man in hours.

Breeana touched her lips, the memory of Reece's lips on them made her cheeks burn. Her hand left her lips and drifted to her neck and the bruise. The memory of them together made her clench her fists.

Breeana turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face.

What the hell had she just done? What had she been thinking about making out with someone like Reece? He wasn't a good person, he was seeing her sister and had beat up Ryan for no good reason.

Our mate was being protective of us. Scar argued.

Breeana almost jolted back in shock. Scar was sounding like her usual self again and she was defending Reece?

No, Scar he is not our mate. He's my sister's boyfriend/fiance/soon-to-be mate. Not mine. I'd never do that to Ariana.

Breeana fixed her hair and styled it so it fell over one shoulder obscuring the bruise Reece left on her neck then she left the washroom.

She hunted down and found Ryan at the ER. He looked a little worse for wear, his left eye was swollen and it looked like a black eye was coming in.

Breeana took a seat at his bedside. "How bad is it?"

"Just a few cracked ribs and a black eye. Nothing a good night's rest won't fix."

While wolves tended to heal really quickly from injuries, wounds inflicted by other wolves depending on the strength of that wolf took a longer time to heal. Ryan would have to rock his injuries for days.

"Personally, I think you'll still rock a black eye either way."

Ryan smiled then a shadow came over his face.

"Why did he do it though?"

"Who?" Breeana feigned confusion.

"Reece. It was like he had a beef against me or something. We've never even had a deep conversation."

Breeana felt a surge of fear. If Ryan was able to put two and two together then… no, she had to cover this up. Quickly. If Ariana were to even discover this…

"You know ever since Ariana and Reece finalized their decision to get mated, he has been extremely protective of me. Like I'm his little sister or something."

"You two are always at loggerheads though." He seemed a little sceptical.

"Yeah I hate his guts and he does mine but I'm still like his little sister, you know. You and I… we don't have the best history together. He was looking out for me. Plus you know Reece, he has a short fuse." Breeana took a deep breath and dived into the elephant in the room.

The conversation they had been having before the kiss and fight had derailed them.

"Look, Ryan. We can't work as a couple. I no longer feel that way towards you. I want to be your friend though. These past weeks getting to know each other again and giving our friendship another chance has been everything to me. I hope we can still keep that. Our friendship was and has been everything to me."

"I really fucked us up, didn't I?" Ryan looked at her and gave a sad wistful smile.

"Ryan, its–"

"Don't worry about it. My feelings are my business, not yours. I want to be your friend, Bree. I want to be way more than that but I can work on that. You're my oldest friend, Bree. I don't want to lose you."

"Me neither, Ryan. Me neither."

*****

Reece clenched and unclenched his fists as he sat on the deserted staircase to the side entrance of the clinic. His right hand was wrapped. It would be fine by evening but he wasn't sure he was going to be. Nancy had given him a deep penetrating stare before leaving him with his wrapped hand.

Reece always knew what he had wanted in life and never hesitated to take it. He loved Ariana. He knew it with the same conviction that he knew the sun would rise tomorrow. So why did it feel so good to kiss Breeana like that?

Why was even the memory of it enough to cause a riot of emotions within him? And Ryan. He hated the dude's face but to pummel him like that over just a kiss?

The scent of Breeana drew him out of his head. She smelt like wildflowers, honey and pressed berries. And she looked livid.

"Reece Gavin, you are such a dick. I thought we were bonding. I thought you know what maybe I was mistaken about you all along but you proved me wrong."

"Breeana, I–"

"No, Reece. Now I will speak and you will listen. You have no right over me. Who I speak to, go out with, kiss, fuck, isn't your business. You were in no place to beat Ryan up because he kissed me."

Reece growled. "You didn't want him to kiss you. I saw…"

"I don't care what you saw. Oh, you are now the expert on what I want, my personal genie? Great. Let me tell you what I want. I want you to man the fuck up and face your relationship with my sister. I want you to leave me alone and stop being possessive about me and I want to never see your face again." She whirled on her heels about to leave when he caught one of her hands.

"Breeana." It was a plea and an apology. She hesitated then she shrugged off his grip and walked away without a backwards glance at him.