Nine

Genevieve's POV

I took one look at the thunderous look on Thorn's face and laughed.

"You're mad 'cause you think I kissed him?"

My hulk of a mate growled pissed at my taunt, he stepped closer, his breathing ragged and harsh against my face.

I liked him like this. All riled up, all hot and angry. It was better than the jackass who constantly tried to reject me. Anger meant loss of control and a loss of control meant I could have Thorn exactly where I wanted him.

"I know you kissed him!" Thorn snarled, his eyes shifting to a full golden color that I loved and his fangs were bared.

Reaching my hands across the meager distance between us, I ran my fingers down his heaving shoulders, to the taut muscles in his arms. A soft satisfied sigh slipped from my lips when I felt them ripple under my touch and his breathing grew harsher.

"What... " I whispered, a coy smile on my face as I held his gaze. "...makes you think I kissed him? Were you eavesdropping Thorn? That's a nasty hab