Red Moon Rising(56)

James had avoided her all day, and she was confused and a little hurt by it. He had spent most of the day either in his room or in the barn with Nicky and Sophia. She reminded herself that it was for the best and pulled the blanket closer. Just like Dani said, the Lycans were moody and out-of-sorts today. Even Nicky, normally so cheerful, had snapped at her when she accidentally bumped into him. He had apologized immediately but his tanned face had been strained and distracted.

Leta had been whiny and temperamental. Not even Tia could cheer her and finally, just after dinner, Avery had gathered her into her lap. She sat down in the rocking chair next to the fireplace and rocked her for several hours, singing softly to her.

She hadn’t even had the chance to apologize to Avery for what she had walked in on yesterday. Dani had been right when she said that Avery and Tristan would spend most of the day in their bedroom.

Bree rested her forehead on the cold glass. Tomorrow would be the full moon, and James would undoubtedly mate with Martine either before or after the hunt. Jealousy flowed through her, strong and unpleasant, as she pictured Martine in James’ bed. He may regret it later, but at the time he would be more than willing to give Martine the same type of pleasure that he had given her.

She rapped her forehead sharply against the glass, relishing the sting, as she tried to shove the images of Martine and James wrapped around each other out of her head. She banged her head again and then froze when he spoke softly.

“Is there a reason you’re trying to break the glass with your forehead, little one?”

Tia woofed softly in greeting. Bree didn’t need to look at the dog to know that her entire body would be vibrating with excitement. Her heartbeat sped up, and she stared into the darkness as she heard the soft click of the door shutting. Her ears strained to hear him. Unfortunately he could be as quiet as a cat when he wanted to be. He was standing directly behind her, his hot breath blowing on her neck, before she realized he had crossed the room.

“Why are you here James?” She asked softly.

“To ask a favour of you.”

“What?”

“I want you to stay in your room all day tomorrow. Do not come out until we have left for the hunt.”

She frowned into the darkness. “Why?”

He gave a grunt of frustration and stepped closer to her. “Please, will you do as I ask?”

“Tell me why and I’ll consider it.” She replied.

“Gods be damned Bree!” He snapped. “I’m asking you to stay in your room. It’s safer for you.”

“You told me I have nothing to fear from you James.”

“You don’t. It’s just…” He trailed off and gave her a pleading look. “Please Bree. Just stay in your room until I am gone.”

“No. Not until you tell me why.” She said stubbornly.

She gasped when he abruptly pushed her up against the window. She could feel the cold creeping through her blanket as he held her firmly against the window. He knotted his fingers into her hair, and forced her head to the side so he could whisper in her ear.

“You should stay in your room because if I see you, I won’t be able to stop myself from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you to my room to fuck you.” He muttered hoarsely.

There was a hardness pressing against her ass that sent a heavy thrill of excitement through her, and a flood of wetness between her legs. She pictured James carrying her to his room, pictured him pushing her legs apart and taking her like she belonged to him, and she couldn’t keep her ass from rubbing against his cock.

He growled hoarsely and yanked her away from the window. He tugged the blanket away and cupped her breasts through her shirt. She moaned when he tugged hard on her erect nipples, and pressed her ass firmly against his cock again.

His hand left her breast and slipped under her shirt. She parted her legs willingly, and her hips arched when he plunged two fingers deep inside of her.

“Your pussy is so wet.” He moaned.

She made a soft noise of need and pressed her pelvis against his hand, driving his fingers deeper into her.

He inhaled sharply and pressed his mouth against her neck. “I want you so badly.”

“Fuck me James.” She whispered, her face reddening.

He stiffened against her. “What did you say?”

She stared into the darkness. “Fuck me right now. I want you just as badly.”

He pulled away and she moaned with disappointment. He was rejecting her. Before she could turn to face him, his hands were reaching for the hem of her shirt. He yanked it over her head and dropped it to the floor. He pressed against her and she realized he had only backed away to remove his shirt. She sighed with delight at the feel of his chest hair against her smooth back.