Jezebel's Lion(10)

The phone was taken off her, and Travis’s words were cut off. Brandon put the phone to his ear. “Jezebel is mine. I will take her home. She is just your friend. Bye.” He hung up, and Jess glared up at him.

“You had no right to take that off me. I want to go home, and I don’t want you to take me. You are way too bossy.”

Brandon’s laugh sounded forced as he shook his head. “I had a right. I told you I would take you home. You didn’t need to call your friend. And I’m only bossy with you.” His gathered her to him and ran his fingers through her hair. “Jezebel, before you I was the level headed one in the family. I’m the one who tells people to calm down and listens to their problems. You bring out a side of me that is possessive and bossy.” His tilted her head back and captured her lips, and within seconds had her body coming to life and willing to do anything for him. He pulled his mouth from hers. “Fuck, looks like we’re getting takeout for breakfast.” The fire alarm went off as he let her go and walked to the stove.

Jess stared at Brandon for a moment until her lust-filled mind cleared. Brandon was bad. Jess never acted the way she had since meeting him. Brandon was making her think she had a chance with someone like him. He was making it hard for her to ever get over him. He wasn’t letting her distance herself.





Chapter Three



Jess had given him instructions to her parents’ house. They had sat in the car quiet on the ride there, which had left Brandon with his thoughts. He was in big trouble. He had mated Jezebel without her knowing what he was and what it meant. Brandon had never lost control, but he had this morning. His lion had taken over and he’d fought it at first, but once she came to him and wanted him to make love to her he let go.

Brandon wasn’t a possessive person. He’d fucked and dated many women, and some were even human like his mate. He bit his tongue to hold in his groan. His brothers were going to have a field day with him, especially Savron, when they found out what he’d done. He would have to tell them because once he left Jezebel at her parents’ home he would have to tell his parents. They would have to help him. He wouldn’t survive long without his mate. Brandon had really fucked this all up. He had a plan of wooing her and having her fall in love with him before he revealed what he was, mated her, and got her to move in with him. He was such an idiot. Wasn’t he only telling Savon he was that yesterday? God, that felt like days ago.

He pulled up to a large house in the richer district, not far from his own parents’ house. Brandon glanced at Jezebel to see her nibbling on her bottom lip. Her hands fought one another, and her eyes looked far away. “We are here.” That startled her, and Jezebel looked around her before her gaze rested on him.

“Thanks for the lift. I’m sure you’re really busy and have lots of things to do and other women … um, I mean people to see. You, um, don’t need to come in. My parents will understand.” She opened the door, and he swore as she got out of the car, shut the door and practically ran to the door.

Scrubbing a hand over his face Brandon realized Jezebel was going to make this hard for him. Taking the keys out of the ignition he got out of the car and shut his door. He locked the doors before he walked up to the front entrance as it opened, and a small plump woman in her late forties with chestnut hair and a huge smile on her face welcomed them in.

Brandon followed Jezebel’s mother to a large room with family photos on the wall and cream leather sofas with knick-knacks in show cabinets. A man with silver hair and eyes that only a moment before Brandon had been looking into from his mate’s face glared back at him. Jezebel’s father did not look happy. The look he gave Brandon would have scared another man, but Brandon wasn’t just any man. He was a shifter.

“You must be Brandon. I’m Mrs. Dibson. You look just like your brothers. My boys played football with them. How are Carl and Tyler?” Mrs. Dibson motioned for him to sit on the sofa.

Brandon sat and looked around for Jezebel, frowning when he couldn’t see her. “Carl and Tyler are good. They come down most weekends. It is Tyler’s last year. They’ll be staying with my parents for the Christmas holidays.”

“So will Jezebel’s brothers. Though she usually spends her Christmas with her friends, and we only get the morning.” Jezebel’s mother looked sad for a moment before she shook her head like she was clearing it, and then she smiled at him. “You said on the phone you want to take her out to dinner and a movie?”

“Yes, with your permission of course. Jezebel is a lovely woman, and I would love to get to know her more.”