Page 37 of His Bullied Fated Mate

I felt tears break free. “You're the same guy you were back then. Maybe worse.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. Jesus, Janella. I’m sorry. I didn’t…fuck.” He shook his head, running his hands over his face. “This isn’t me. I know this isn’t me. I didn’t mean it…I...”

He moved closer, reaching up and grabbing my face. He wiped at my eyes, and I didn’t have the strength to push him off. His hands were soft, and I could see the hurt in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it. I know that you're not that person. It’s my wolf getting in my head.”

“Why would you say it?” I whispered, pulling a hand up and hitting him in the chest. The anger is still bubbling underneath. “Is that what you think of me? Some whore?”

He shook his head. “No. God no. I…it’s my wolf.”

“Don’t blame your behavior on your wolf. It’s a part of you.”

“The animal part!” He moved closer, his forehead pressing against mine. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I know. I know deep down you are not like that.”

I pushed against him, wanting space. I didn’t know what to believe. One moment we could be laughing, and suddenly, the next, he was acting like he had a right to me.

He cupped my face, his eyes staring into mine. I could see so much in them. Anger and frustration. But they were soft at the same time, like he was scared. There was so much swimming in them.

“I hate you.”

His eyes looked down at my lips, and I felt a tug from deep down. He pulled me closer, his lips suddenly crashingagainst mine violently. I moaned as I tried to pull away, and he pinned me back against the tree.

He caged me, his hand reaching back, tilting my head back. My mouth popped wider, and his tongue slid against mine. I felt my breath being taken away, and my head was spinning.

The scent of him wrapped around me, and his body pressed against mine. He was solid against me, his grasp on me tight. It was controlling but not painful.

“I hate you,” I repeated again as he leaned back, his lips trailing down my neck.

“I know. I hate me too right now.” I felt his teeth bite onto my neck, and a sensation ran through my entire body. “You can hate me all you want, but you're still mine whether you like it or not.”

I hated how he said it, but I loved it at the same time.

“I’m not your property.”

He pulled his lips back up, crashing them against mine. I moaned again, my back hard against the tree as he pulled me in tighter. I felt his other hand skate down, pulling my left leg up and hooking it against his hip.

I felt how hard he was, and my mind seemed to glitch out. He had a hard-on. Right now. Did he have it the entire time we were screaming?

His fingers grabbed my chin, his eyes staring at me, mixed with hunger now. “No, but no other man is going to have you like this. No man gets to think of you undressed.”

His lips were against mine, and I moaned softly. I felt him tug my dress up, his fingers gliding over my thigh up to my hip. It sent shivers down my spine, and I felt every nerve come alive.

I leaned into the kiss, suddenly wanting more. I didn’t understand. He was so kind and caring to people in his pack, but why was he so cruel to people when it came to me? It wasn’t like we were anything. We were only together because we were forced to be.

His thumb slid underneath the band of my underwear against my hip, his nail scraping. My breath hitched, and his teeth pulled at my lower lip.

“I can smell you.”

I swallowed, his hand moving lower. I felt his thumb rub over my clit, and I moaned. His teeth bite harder on my lower lip.

“Oh god.”

His thumb stroked slowly, and I left my legs shaking. He let go of my lip, his mouth moving down to my neck. I felt his teeth bite down, sending a wave down my body.

“You're going to leave a mark.”

“Good,” he growled, his teeth biting harder. “Maybe guys will stop trying to fuck you.”