Waking the Beast(27)

“You have got to stop just picking me up and hauling me around when you don’t like something. I’m not a damn toy.” And damn it, she needed a few minutes to pull herself together.

He rubbed against her, his cock hard and heavy against the seam of her jeans. His head dropped to her neck, and she swore he gave a soft purr.

“Tah,” she whispered his name. “You have to trust me or nothing else matters.”

“I’m sorry, Abby,” he said as he ran his lips over her skin. “I do trust you. I swear.”

His kiss was quick but thorough before he skimmed down to her neck again and nudged her shirt over to lick over the bite. She shuddered against him as tremors went off inside her. She wanted to hug him close, to touch him back, but she fought that need. It helped her to hear his friends moving restlessly, reminding her she and Tah weren’t alone.

“Tah.” She pressed back toward the wall, not really putting distance between them, but letting him see her need was there for him.

He looked up at her, and she almost gave in to the desire she saw in his eyes. But there was more there, and that was what she needed to address right now, for both their sakes. There was fear, and that emotion should never be seen in a man such as him. He should fear nothing, least of all what she sensed he did fear. He had been afraid she’d rejected him, and that was something that would never happen. Better to tell him now, to show him always, then to allow the fear to grab hold and perhaps give someone a way to hurt him.

“Never doubt me again,” she warned him, her voice soft and firm. “I need you. Only you. There will never come a day when that changes for me. I am yours.”

She was lost in a pair of brown eyes with golden flecks that seemed to swirl and recede as he shuddered and fought for control. She rubbed his shoulders and almost moaned at the sound of a purr working up from his chest.

“Mine,” he growled.

She sighed, dropping her head forward to rub her forehead against his. “Even when you piss me off beyond good sense,” she agreed, “I’m yours.” She patted his shoulders again. “Now put me down. And what did you do with the breakfast you were going to get?”

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Tah slowly felt whatever was inside him quiet as Abby went about scolding him. Breakfast was on the sidewalk outside. He’d smelled the male scents in the room with her, along with the scent of him and Abby and the night they’d spent together. Then he’d scented her anger and lust. It had nearly made him leap out of his skin. She was lucky there wasn’t more damage. As it was, they’d either have to pay for the door or sneak out.#p#分页标题#e#

His friends’ humor wasn’t lost on him either. He could tell they had questions, and he planned to answer them. He’d called them because they were two of the few people in this world he knew he could trust. He needed them. Until he could get a handle on things and figure out just what the hell was happening, he needed people he could trust to help watch his back and protect Abby. Mostly, to protect Abby.

Watching her stomp around in a temper made him wish he’d heeded her wishes and bought the clothes she’d wanted, instead of the ones he wanted to see her in. His dick was spike hard and showing no signs of going down any time soon.

He needed to talk to Reno and Logan, but he wanted to do it without Abby around. He needed to make damn sure they knew how much she meant to him. But he started going a little crazy every time he was apart from Abby. And it seemed to only be worse now that he’d tasted her, been inside her.

The growl rumbled up from his chest, making Abby pause in her packing and give him a look while Logan and Reno just stared at him. He needed to learn how to control it, but damned if he’d figured out how yet.

“You might as well start talking to them while I’m here,” Abby finally said. “We both know you might not want me here, but you won’t be able to let me leave.”

And he saw the shadow of hurt move behind her eyes. He felt it like a physical ache in his chest. “I want you here,” he growled at her and didn’t like it one bit when she just cocked her hip out and gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him.

“I’m hungry,” she reminded him. “I’m not at my best when I’m hungry.”

“You’ve had more to eat today than I have,” he reminded her, loving the blush that covered her cheeks as they both recalled her lips on his dick.

“Tah.”

He loved the way her mouth spoke his name. In a whisper or shouted out, it just sounded differently rolling off her tongue.