[CHARLIE'S POV]
"Cole? What the hell do you think you're doing? I was starting to enjoy that!" l just wanted to see him jealous. Is that so bad?
Apparently. I think as I watch his eyes change from their usual dark brown to a dark black color. He begins to shake- a tell-tale that a were' is about to shift.
I know that a mates touch can calm them down though. I cautiously place my hand on his cheek. I hate giving in to him so easily, but I don't need him hurting people because of me.
I begin to murmur soothing words into his ear.
"Shh, its ok. I'm here. Calm down. That was stupid of me. I didn't mean it. Calm down. Don't worry." I gently stroke his cheek.
His shaking lessens. His eyes lighten slightly.
He roughly grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. He stuffs his face in my hair and inhales my scent. I'm fine with this, until his head slips farther down, and his lips begin to suck on my neck.
"Cole." I have to fight to keep his name from sounding like a moan. "Cole." Ok maybe that one sounds like a moan.
"That's it baby. But lets take this to my room first." He whispers in my ear. But its not his voice, its his wolfs. He grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist.
I continue to half heartedly fight against him. My willpower is slowly melting away though as he trails kisses down my jaw line.
I'm in such bliss that I only faintly notice Cole opening the door to his bedroom, and closing it with his foot.
I don't even fight the moans now.
It is only when my back hits something soft, the bed, that I regain some of my common sense.
"Cole. Stop." I order. I should have said it a little bit softer, for he lets out a dominant growl.
"Do not ever talk to me that way." I feel a light prick on my shoulder, but realize too late that its his canines elongating. He roughly bites down, and I feel white hot pain run through me.
He then gently licks the spot where he bit. After about five minutes of that, he begins to suck on my skin again. Instead of reacting at all, I let him do what ever he wants, he has just begun to slip his hand up my shirt, when there is a knock at the door.
He growls in frustration and marches over to the door. It is then, that I realize, that I am crying.
Cole angrily throws open the door. Connor stands there looking cautious. "Someone's here to see you. They have information about Mike." He states nervously, but once he glances behind Cole and takes in my teary face, his face contorts into one of anger.
I simply shake me head, hoping that he realizes what I mean.
I don't want anyone to fight over me.
He lightly nods his head but narrows his eyes as if to say: This isn't over yet.
Cole grabs Connors arm and takes off without a second glance my way. I lay there on the bed for what seemed like years, but was probably barely an hour, one thought racing through my mind.
He marked me without my permission.