Carl： Caveman Instinct series 2.5(24)

Carl

My family had been on my case to meet Annabelle since I first kidnapped her almost four weeks ago. My brothers and nephews usually left me alone, but these last couple of weeks even their badgering was driving me nuts. I’d finally relented and told them that if Annabelle was okay with it, I would bring her to meet them.

Annabelle had agreed, but she was nervous. Her body shook and she wouldn’t meet my gaze. Her death grip on my hand as the car pulled up to Albert and Gillian’s home was painful, not that I would ever admit it, but my girl had some strength.

“What if they don’t like me?”

“How could they not like you? You’re amazing.” I winked at her. “They’ll love you even more for putting up with me.”

“You are a lot of work.” She nudged me with her shoulder and tensed when the car came to stop. “You Silvermans like your mega mansions.”

Shrugging, I kissed her cheek. “Yeah, some of us more than others. Gillian and Albert are the unofficial head of the family. They do all the press, charity events and are the public face of the Silvermans.”

“Oh thanks, that makes me even more relaxed knowing I’m about to meet the head of the Silvermans.”

“Honey, you have nothing to worry about.” Rafe opened the door. “I promise they’ll love you.” We walked hand in hand towards the door, just in time for Gillian to come barreling out of it.

“You’re here! Quick, let me get a look at her before the others scare her off.”

“You’re the one I’m worried about,” I mumbled. I chuckled when Gillian huffed and stuck her nose in the air. I pushed a trembling Annabelle into Gillian’s embrace.

“Oh, aren’t you a pretty little thing? It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Gillian shot a glare my way. “Carl has never been good with sharing.” She kissed Annabelle’s cheek, and when Gillian pulled back and smiled at a shocked Annabelle, she grabbed her hand and dragged her into the house. I followed behind them loving that my family will welcome Annabelle with open arms.







Annabelle

I was going to be sick. I’d never been so nervous in my life, then Gillian pulled me into a hug, kissed my cheek and dragged me inside where all the women were. I had nothing to worry about. The women were all lovely. The men and younger boys said hi, but stayed away, not hugging me like the women. Carl stayed close, which I was grateful for, but after only ten or so minutes I knew I had nothing to worry about. His family was great.

They started out with light questions like what I did for a living, where I lived, what family I had and then it started to get weirder. All the Silvermans sat in an extravagant lounge room asking Carl and me questions about that stupid curse they all seemed to believe in. They were all really obsessed with it.

“Do you feel an animalistic pull to Carl?” Mason, one of Carl’s younger nephews asked.

“Yeah, ‘cause Uncle Carl is like ancient, does that mean you, like, wanna jump him and be all cavewoman on him? You know. Help the process along ‘cause he’s not all young and hot like us.” The youngest nephew Andrew was cheeky.

“Andrew,” snapped Gillian, but she looked at me waiting for an answer.

“Umm, er, well, I mean I do feel a strong pull to Carl, and I wasn’t scared so much when he kidnapped me, more angry and annoyed. I always want to be close to him too and when he’s in the room I’ll admit I gravitate to him.”

“Oh yeah, I’m so waiting for this soulmate thing until I’m old like Uncle Carl, so I don’t have to do all the work.” Andrew winked at me and the men all groaned.

Tyson, who’d been quiet and didn’t say much stood and came to stand before me. He arched a brow. “I wonder if this affects how the caveman instinct responds, too. Is Uncle Carl still all possessive, or is it less because she feels the soulmate pull, too?”

Before I could wonder what Tyson meant, he leaned down and lifted me so I stood and leaned into his embrace. Shocked, I took a step back to get away from him, but he was gone from in front of me within seconds when Carl pushed him away, gathered me against him and smashed his lips down on mine in a kiss of pure ownership. I tried and failed to resist melting into him and succumbing to him, but the damn man drove me crazy. When he pulled away I was ready to jump him and rip his clothes off, but he didn’t give me a chance to come to my senses, he leaned down and threw me over his shoulders, growling at Tyson, “Mine.”

Carl, palmed my arse squeezing the globes and snarled, “Mine. All mine.” Humiliated, I groaned and knew I was bright red.