Chapter One Hundred and Ten
Graham had never been more furious. He’d never been more scared. When he arrived back on Blackmoore lands to find the house still empty and her scent faded, he’d gone into a haze. Lucas luckily had the foresight to follow him on his bike. When he did finally track her, his relief lasted less than a second before his anger returned.
The three hour trip back home took him only two. He pushed the bike to the limit through the pouring rain trying to outrun his anger before they returned home and he had to confront her. Unfortunately, not even her small body holding on to him for dear life was enough to quell his fury. He pulled into their driveway and was getting off the bike before the engine cut off.
Catherine gasped as he threw her over his shoulder, not even waiting for her to take her helmet off. He knew his neighbors were watching the exchange. They’d had their nosy eyes on him while he went into a blind rage that morning and they wanted to see how the drama would end. He didn’t care. His only thoughts were of getting her inside as quickly as possible. He let his aura ripple out in a burst. The curtains his neighbors hid behind billowed as they backed off.
Catherine’s clothes were soaked and dripping as she tried in vain to get down from his grip. Her helmet bounced against his back as they ascended the front steps and he kicked in the front door. He walked into the bedroom and threw her down on the rug. He wrenched his helmet off and turned to her.
“What the fuck were you thinking?!” he bellowed, releasing the pressure cap on his anger.
Catherine sat on the floor and shoved her backpack off. She tried to get the helmet off but the buckle he’d tightened proved too difficult. She opened the visor and her two opposing eyes shared the same glare.”
“What was I thinking? What were you thinking! You lied to me about where you were going!”
He scoffed. “I was protecting you. I promised I’d take you when I found Dominic but that was before all…” He gestured wildly around. “Everything!”
Her face paled. “You found Dominic?”
Graham sighed. “No. It was a trap.”
Her anger reignited. “And you didn’t take me!? Even after I asked? You just left?!”
Again she tried to pull the helmet off before she yelled in frustration and stomped her foot. He growled and stepped forward to use a claw to snap the buckle. She took the helmet off and threw it across the room. Around the rain droplets leaking down her face he noticed a tear. He refused to let it affect him just yet.
“You won’t be the one to kill him, Catherine. That fucker is not worth blackening your soul. I won’t allow you down to my level.”
This seemed to stall her tangent. She crossed her arms and he saw her starting to shiver from the cold and her damp clothes. Puddles had begun to form under their feet. She opened her mouth once and again before shaking her head.
“You promised me,” she said without as much conviction as before.
“I’d rather break another promise than allow you to be hurt again,” he hissed before turning toward his dresser.
Catherine went quiet. She shook her head as she walked away from him and started stripping out of her wet clothes. Despite his emotions, he couldn’t help but watch every article of clothing fall to the ground. It had been nearly a week since he’d had her. Having felt like he’d lost her brought back his desires to claim her, to make her regret even thinking of disobeying him. He shook his head and peeled his shirt off. He pulled his boots off and unbuckled his belt. He slid his slick pants down his legs.
“I’m not going to apologize,” Catherine finally said. He glanced over to find her in front of the window, her fluffiest robe hung loose enough for him to see she still wore her bra and panties. “I tried to reach you. I…” She sighed, closed her eyes and raised her head upward. She shook her head and looked back out the window. “I did the right thing for my family. That’s what she is, Graham. She is my family.”
Graham stepped forward until he was pressed against her back. He watched her reaction in the reflection of the window. She tensed as he lowered his head and brushed his nose against the side of her neck. He inhaled long. Her eyes fluttered. The rain seemed to amplify her sweet scent and his length hardened further. He looked at her reflection to find her eyes closed and a pink tinge to her cheeks.
“How did you get past the guards?” he asked. Her eyes opened in surprise. “I got Jeremy’s message but when I asked him about it later, it was as if his memory was wiped.”
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Catherine fought a smile by taking her lower lip between her teeth. “I commanded them.”
He placed his hands on her waist. “Naughty little mate,” Graham whispered against her shoulder. “Not listening to Lucas during training, forcing warriors to go against direct orders, not listening to your beta when he tells you to stay…”
He delicately trailed his right hand under the robe and over the soft skin of her stomach. The muscles there contracted and shivered at his touch. More boldly he ran his hand further up and cupped her breast causing her to gasp.
“What do I have to do to get your submission, Baby?” he whispered. He pulled her bra down, hearing a snap and he gripped her bare breast in his palm. “You are mine, remember?”
Graham spun her around and lifted her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Do you remember what happened the last time you asked me to submit?” she challenged.
He nipped her collarbone as he walked them to the bed. He threw her down on the soft mattress and she crawled backward toward the headboard. He pinned her with his gaze and he pulled his boxers down. Catherine licked her lips as she watched him. Her breathing became deep and her eyes hooded while they locked onto his throbbing erection. He gripped himself and stroked upward. Red heat crawled up from her chest, over her neck and to her cheeks. Graham moved onto the bed and she inhaled sharply.
He kissed her roughly, driving her head down to the pillows. His tongue invaded her mouth and he pinned her wrists beside her head. She moaned into him and her chest lifted toward his. He snarled and pulled away from her.
“You’re mine, Catherine. If I need to fuck you into submission then that’s just what I’ll do,” he said on a groan. He ripped the bra from her and she cried
out.
He took hold of his mark on her neck and sucked. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she stroked her heat against him. The only fabric keeping him from entering her was the pair of panties soaked from the rain or her own arousal, he didn’t care. He gripped her knees and shoved them to the bed, splaying her legs wide for him. He kissed her again and inhaled her moans as his fingers dug into her knees. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.
He tore his mouth away from her and kissed down her body. He sucked one of her perky pink nipples into his mouth. Her entire body lurched off the bed as he nipped the pink nub. His free hand went to her other breast that he massaged before fisting it hard. Her hips continued to gyrate against him, begging for him to just take her. Above his head she continually chanted his name. Her hands pulled at his hair.
Graham couldn’t put it off any more. He jerked away from her. His claws extended and he shredded the fabric keeping him from entering her. Those same claws delicately touched her pink folds. Catherine shivered violently under him at the soft, sensitive touch. He raised his claws to his tongue and licked, causing her to moan long and low.
He shut his eyes at the delicious taste of his mate. Graham lowered his body over her, lining himself up with her entrance. Catherine was suddenly still, her eyes roving over his face. He took her mouth gently, caressing her lips before inserting his tongue. Her hands slid through his hair, bringing him closer.
“I’m yours, Catherine,” he whispered against her lips. She sucked in a shaky breath at his words. He brushed his lips along her cheek to her ear. “I can’t lose you.”
Graham entered her slowly. Catherine’s head fell back and her chest rose as he pushed forward. He groaned at the slick tightness that greeted him. He pulled back and rocked into her hard.
“Graham,” she whispered. She laced her fingers through his hair again and hugged his head to her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips up against him.
“Fuck me, I can’t live without you,” he confessed.
