His Trouble Maker

Chapter 77

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“Grayson, what-”

“Shut up,” I snarl, smashing my face into the crook of her, missing her scent.

I’ve been thinking too much. Watching too much. And then Riot touched her.

I could’ve killed him right there.

But I didn’t.

Not yet.

I still don’t fucking know why that bastard is messing with me.

Jessica moves, like she thinks she can slip away.

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I don’t even think. I grab her, twist us hard, and throw her down onto the bed. The mattress groans under the weight. She bounces once, then stills.

I’m over her in a second, staring down.

“You don’t get to run,” I growl. “Not tonight.”

Her eyes are wide. Scared. Maybe furious. I can’t tell anymore.

I want to rip the whole fucking world in half and make her watch. Fuck. Seeing Jessica like this makes my cock twitch. I strip off my shirt with one hand, yanking it over my head like it’s choking me. My skin’s slick with sweat, heat rolling off me in waves. I’m running too hot.

“You smell like him,” I mutter, voice low and shaking with restraint. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but I’m already moving. My body slots between her thighs, not fully touching–but close enough that she feels the threat of it.

“Grayson, stop-”

“No.” I curl a hand into the sheets near her ribs, the other gripping her thigh too tight. “You let him get too close. You let him see what’s mine.”

Her nails rake down my chest in a desperate push. “You asshole-”

My wolf is so close to the surface can barely think straight, I told myself I’d wait. That I’d be good. Let her choose. But Riot touched her. And now I want to ruin something just to feel her shake. Maybe that makes me a monster. I don’t care anymore.

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I only told her I will let her go because I know she needed the time to think before her birthday. But hell, if letting her go means seeing her with that bastard then I’m done being a saint.

jerking it back so

Really Jess? Do

strong?”

Hair a mess across the pillow. Lips parted, eyes sharp and

stupid!”

is

the only reason I’m here–grinding my teeth, holding on–is to remind her. Once she

but to

where

word a command. “This is who you are. My brat, my

me.”

rage, half panic–struggling until her cheek smashes into the mattress. I think Jessica knew

going to claim her tonight but it’s still a surprise hearing

Fuck.

She’s in heat.

Since fucking when?

snaps alert inside me, claws dragging, muscles tightening.

marked, to be claimed.

shift, sliding a palm low, fingers brushing the slick warmth gathering there. Jessica’s breath

caught between

hasn’t

jerking with a wild,

heat alone.

burning–hungry, raw–and I wasn’t

come to me,” I growl against her skin, voice thick with accusation and need. “Why the

and ashamed, and I’ll be damned seeing fear in

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you do,

already fucking know it. Quickly, I jerk her leg tighter, forcing her calf against my ribs, chest pressing hers flat into

rasp, jaw locked.

Her shoulders shake.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry..”

tears–half of me wants to crush her, the other half wants to cradle her until her sobs stop. But I keep breathing shallow, forcing myself to hold

know what

She fucking saw me.

So, that’s fucking why.

cannot believe I let Aria fool me. That night she got my wolf confused. But that’s it. I will never fucking touch her again. After that encounter, I tracked down a

she said. My wolf knows her scent because I used to sleep with

touched her,

“W–What?”

mouth hovering just over her lips. “Whatever you saw that night, nothing happened

“But-”

her, fury at her for letting him, and an aching, twisted heartbreak because none of that would happen if I was just