His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

“What do you want?” I say, words sharper than I intend, but it’s the only thing keeping me upright. The door clicks shut behind us, even though I dra want this talk in the first place, it gives me peace seeing how he look. His eyes are tired, darker than usual.

I hear the faint sound of his breathing. That’s all, I don’t want to notice anything else. “You yanked me in here like your lungs would stop working if you didn’t speak. So speak, Grayson. Say whatever the hell you dragged me in for.”

“You’re in my head, Jess,” he says–voice low, frayed at the edges. “You never leave. Not for a damn second.”

And for a second–one full, traitorous second–I want to lean back into him.

I want to fold but instead, I step away. “Grayson. We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We broke up,” I say evenly, even though everything inside me is clawing, raw, screaming. “And you promised to let me go.”

“I’m trying,” he growls, jaw clenched. “But Jess stay the hell away from my brother.”

Hah. Funny how he says that now considering he never mentioned anything about him.

“So this is what it’s all about?”

“He’s dangerous-”

“And you’re not?!” I snarl, shoving him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. “Stop doing this. Your father offered me a chance, do you know that?” Grayson growl but I continue to speak because I want him to know there’s a place for me in his pack again.” He told me I can be a warrior if I train under—”

“Under who? My brother?” he snarls, grabbing my wrist. His grip is too tight–tight enough that I feel the bones shift. I rip my arm away with a gasp. “Do you even know who he is?” he spits. “Do you have any idea what he’s capable of?”

“Let me guess,” I bite back, “You’re the only one allowed to hurt me?”

His face falls, jaw slackening. “Jess-”

“No! Don’t ‘Jess‘ me!” I’m circling him now, refusing to be cornered. My wrist throbs where he grabbed it. “Don’t you dare ruin this for me, Grayson. Not again.”

His nostrits flare. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”

“If you so much as breathe in my direction during training, if you threaten your brother, if you do anything–anything–to sabotage this opportunity…” I step forward, close enough to smell the pine and rage rolling off him. “I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.”

I back toward the door, hand fumbling for the knob without looking away from him. Something feral flashes in his eyes–something that makes my heart stutter despite everything.

“Stay the hell away from me, Grayson. I mean it.” My voice drops to something barely above a whisper. “Cross me on this, and whatever was left between us dies. Permanently.”

I step out, slamming the door hard enough that the hinges groan in protest. As I stride down the hallway, back straight and head high, I feel something wet on my cheeks.

I wipe it away roughly. He doesn’t deserve my tears.

When I came back, Riot is nowhere to be found. I frown looking at his stupid note on the table.

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meet tonight, I’ll pick you up. Don’t cry too much for my

him. Screw both of

he’ll just pick me up but I’m sure as hell I can

Riot, at myself. I toss and turn, sheets twisting around my legs ta

I finally

please, ah” The sound escapes before I

Oh my goddess, it feels so good. His tongue flicks across the sensitive tip, and I arch my back, shoving myself closer to his hot mouth. My fingers tangle in his

not caring

leaves a hot trail down my stomach, teeth nipping at my hipbone. I’m squirming, pushing his head

I hiss, feral and unrestrained.

feel his breath between my thighs, I jerk upright,

that happen? Cold night air rushes in, making me shiver. When did I open

sheets wrapped around my ankles like vines and stagger to

eyes bright, lips swollen from my own teeth. I look feral, unhinged. I look

outside stops me dead. A massive wolf stands in

window.

At me.

freezes in my throat. I can’t move.

wolf’s jaw drops open, revealing teeth made for tearing flesh. A string of saliva

with such force the glass rattles. I fumble

that..Grayson? No, it’s not him. Those eyes… those

the floor. Damn it. I tried to

bed!

almost think I imagined

to look up, inch by terrified inch. My neck creaks with the effort, muscles locked in

I whirl around with a strangled

eyes rake over me, slow, deliberate. And then I realize I’m standing here half–naked

licks his lips – slow. Almost lazy. Then he cracks his neck to one side, giving me another long

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bitch –Thiss, reaching for the door, ready to shove him out. But he’s faster 110 van je fan naam,

but he’s stronger. With a savage yank, he pulls me against his chest, my

face friches from mine. He twists, flipping me around en fast my head spins, my bark slamming downed ve arm snakes around my waist, locking me in place while his other hand pins both my wrists above my head against the

brushing the shell of my

stomp down on his foot, hard, but he just laughs a dark, hungry sound that sends

go!” I snarl, bucking

it only makes him press harder. This fucking asshole. A whimper escaped my lips when i felt his fingers tangle in my