His Trouble Maker

Chapter 72

JESSICA

“Have you ever seen a she–wolf in heat before?”

Pierce dropped his fork and almost choked on his food, his eyes widening as he stared at me across our kitchen table.

“Fucking hell, Jess,” he sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the hell kind of question is that during breakfast?”

I leaned forward, not giving a damn about his discomfort. My skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending raw and screaming. My birthday is in a week and there’s no explanation why I almost…let Riot kissed me.

“Answer me.”

My voice growls out low and rough, like it’s scraping up from someplace feral. My fingers bite into the table–wood creaks under the pressure, just like my patience.

Pierce’s nostrils flared, and I knew he could smell it on me–that raw, animal scent that had been driving me insane.

Pierce cursed under his breath. “I love you Jess, but–” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Is that what’s happening to you? Right now?”

“No.”

That’s a lie.

Both of us know that.

However, just talking about it makes me already uncomfortable. Mom is not around to ask this kind of question and I have no girl friend. Pierce is what I got.

Pierce who is now looking at me with those feral gaze.

“You know I can smell you right?” He growl, getting out of his chair and turning his back on me. “Look, it happens. It’s natural. But timing couldn’t be worse with-”

“With what? Training? Like I don’t fucking know that?” I stand up, knocking my chair backward. My skin feels too tight, and if I ended up touching myself again, I’m going to bury myself alive.

Pierce looks at me with a mixture of pity and concern that makes me want to scream. “I’ll get Grayson.”

“What?” The name hits me like a bucket of ice water. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

”

‘He’ll know…what to do. He knows how to handle you.”

“Handle me?” I laugh, but it sounds hysterical even to my own ears. “I don’t need to be handled. And especially not by him.” The memory of almost kissing Riot flashes through my mind, making my cheeks burn.

“Then what do you want?” Pierce throws his hands up. “Because right now, you’re a walking target for every unmated male in a fifty–mile radius. This isn’t just about you being uncomfortable, Jess. It’s about your safety.”

He’s right.

But still, I don’t want Grayson. I feel so sick just thinking of him touching me. However, the alternative is much worse.

“I can’t.” It falls out broken, more breath than voice.

He watches me back away, and I see it–the shift in his eyes. That sharp, hunting kind of dark I’ve learned to flinch from.

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“You need this,” he says, reaching for me. “You know what happens if you don’t”

hand away. “I’d rather

do. It’s almost lunch when I felt it. It was too much.

thousand ants, burrowing deeper with each passing second. Sweat drips down my back, between my Breasts. pooling at places I don’t want to think about. My shirt clings to me like

intense than before. My back arches involuntarily, thighs pressing together as if that could stop the throbbing ache building between them. “God… fuck…” I pant, saliva pooling in my

is knowing Grayson could end this. One touch from him and this hellish fire would subside. But the thought of his hands on me makes bile rise in my throat, even as

the door freezes me

You in there?” Pierce’s voice.

choked groan. The doorknob turns–I forgot to lock it–and

take in my disheveled state. He quickly steps

on top of everything else. “No!” I manage to choke out. “Not him. Not

Pierce is already

Black spots dance in my vision as my lungs struggle for air.

consciousness returns, something cool touches my forehead. A hand. I lean into it, desperate for relief, before my eyes flutter open. The room comes into focus slowly–dim shadows, then shapes, then finally, a face hovering above

“G–Grayson?”

“Guess again, baby.”

and playful, dripping with

Riot.

Of all people.

as he takes in my state. His fingers trace my jawline,

rough night,” he says, his thumb brushing across my bottom

the sheets

eyes darken as he watches me

gasp, trying to roll away from him. “What are

wet sound almost obscene in the quiet room. His weight shifts on

won’t do anything.” His laugh is low,

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This is so humiliating.

is he even

and I feel his weight leave the bed. The sudden absence of his touch

to sitting. My

says, and I feel something cool against my

Water.

down my chin,

sips, noticing the open window, curtains

rumbles through his chest.

to glare at him, but another wave hits and I’m clutching at his shirt, face buried against his neck as I moan through

he whispers, and I hate how much I love the sound of his voice. “Grayson

out,” I manage to rasp, even as my body betrays me, seeking his

want me to get out Jess?”

fingers slide down my arm, leaving goosebumps

the process. My legs tangle in the damp sheets, and I can feel every fiber of the cotton against

oversensitive skin.

you,” he says, his voice

his face. “I won’t let you

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it.“, He walks over me and whimper just by his simple touch. “Grayson should’ve warned you

say

darkens. ” And

want to slash his throat but I’m so fucked up and the pain is

I gasp, pride forgotten.

there’s something like sympathy