Jasson groaned as her muscles contracted around his cock. "Fuck, Angelina." She melted against him for a second and then went back to struggling. Well of course she did. In this particular battle for dominance he had basically cheated by seducing her in her sleep, but she just felt so damn good around him that he couldn't bring himself to care.
He thought it odd that his appetite for her body hadn't began to dull yet. He only had to smell her scent or hear her voice for him to become immediately hard. Unlike Trick and Delvy, Jasson wasn't the type to have so little control over his libido or his body. But where Angelina was concerned, it was a whole different matter. He couldn't even blame it on the mating. This primitive hunger had hit him the second he saw her and didn't seem to be going anywhere.
"That's it, baby, fight it," he urged. The little wildcat did. Even though his cock was pistoning away in her pussy, even though her groans told him that she loved it, she still thrashed and fought to be free. Fought his dominance. If he hadn't been as strong as he was, she'd have twisted out of his hold by now – and most likely have snapped his neck. Those flailing hands were clawing at whatever skin they could reach. It was a real good thing her arms were trapped.
"Cock-sucking son of a goddamn dick-faced bitch!"
"You're the bitch, baby. My little bitch. And I'll fuck my little bitch whenever I want." He knew she was fighting her orgasm, but he also knew by the way her inner muscles were fluttering around his cock that she wouldn't last much longer. Surprising him, she turned her head and snapped her teeth, grazing his face ever so slightly. Growling, he locked his teeth onto her nape and pounded harder. Seconds later she screamed and her pussy spasmed around him, triggering his own orgasm. "Fuck!"
When she finally stopped panting Angelina gave him a sideways glance as she muttered, "Bastard."
He laughed before bringing the fingers he had fucked her with to his mouth. He hummed appreciatively as he sucked them clean. "I could become addicted to your taste." He wasn't lying. Her taste was just like her; spicy and seductive.
"Let me guess," drawled Angelina with a snort. "You think it's best if you get a regular dose so the addiction stays under control."
Again he was laughing. This female had a wit and an attitude that he could appreciate. He reluctantly withdrew from her body and then, unable to resist, he lightly slapped that pretty little ass before jumping out of bed.
It wasn't until he was in the bathroom that Angelina finally forced herself into an upright position. She shook her head in sheer disbelief at how someone could be so energetic first thing in the morning. Eventually she not-so-gracefully rose from the bed and stretched her arms above her head. She would bet she looked very much like a contented cat. Well an orgasm was always a good way to start the day. At that very moment the sound of a cell phone ringing met her ears.
"Jasson, phone!"
In seconds he was out of the shower and answering the call. As she saw his eyes flash wolf and his body stiffen, she cursed. She knew exactly what that meant. There went her hope of Reynald just letting the issue go or, in the event that that failed, him simply leaping to his death.
Instantly questions began swirling around her mind. What if he'd brought hoards of wolves with him? What if Jasson got hurt? What if the others got hurt? She couldn't exactly heal any of them if Reynald spirited her away – and wouldn't that be a fate worse than death.
"That was Ryan. Reynald's here. He's not going to take you," he assured her as they both frantically began to dress, sensing her anxiety through the pack link. Within thirty seconds they were at the main entrance to the caves where many of the pack were already waiting.
"Did Ryan tell you he's brought quite a few wolves with him?" asked Daniel in the same tone that someone might ask what time it was. Men.
Jasson turned to her. "I want you to wait here and -"
"Oh hell no! This mess is mine and you expect me to sit here twiddling my thumbs, relishing the feeling of my own safety?"
"You're staying."
She smiled. "I believe you were warned before you even mated me not to bark at me unless you're happy to be ignored."
"Angelina," he drawled in an impatient tone, "I am your mate -"
"And I'm stubborn. If you want absolute obedience, get a Labrador. I'm not quite the delicate flower people tend to take me for. Now let's go."
Right then, Jasson wanted nothing more than to spank her ass. He didn't want her anywhere near that male who coveted her. Both he and his wolf wanted to know that she was safe, but Jasson knew by the look on her face that she would simply ignore him and follow him outside no matter what he said.
"You don't get to interfere, understand? There will probably be a wolf against wolf battle. You stay out of it." He knew that once he was in wolf form and engaged in a battle there was a good chance that he would go feral.
Angelina was honestly starting to feel sorry for him. He obviously thought he had some sort of authority over her and she believed it would be a while before it became apparent to him that the female he had taken as his mate did her own thing. "Again I feel I must remind you that I don't do well with orders, but I have no wish to interfere so the point is mute as the result will be the same."
Resisting the urge to shake her, he huffed and turned away only to find that some of the others were watching the exchange with amusement. He didn't blame them. Here was this dainty little female giving him shit and even managing to get her own way.
Greta growled. "You just had to bring her here, didn't you. Jasson, you don't need her, there's no way Darryl will go through with this challenge. Just hand her over and be done with it."
"Can we not hand her over instead?" asked Angelina. Was it wrong that she was seriously considering it?
"The hussy's not worth fighting over. If he wants her, let him have her."
"She's mine. No one takes her." Jasson nodded at the males around him. "Let's go. Angelina, stay at the rear."
"No."
"What was that?"
"To the outside world I'm Guardian female here, Jasson," she reminded him as she slipped on her light denim jacket that matched her jeans. "The Guardian pair always presents a united front when there's a confrontation. I'm not saying that if he challenges you I won't step back, but I won't be shoved at the rear."
The steel in her voice aroused his wolf just as much as it pissed him off. Jasson was feeling pretty much the same. "Angelina, you can't expect me or my wolf to be okay with you being in such easy reach of Reynald, of being in that kind of danger."
Smiling sweetly, she cupped his chin. "I won't be in danger. You'll protect me."
Despite everything that was going on right now, he actually wanted to smile at her impishness. The other males were ducking their heads to hide theirs. "Fine, we present a united front, but only because the mating wouldn't look real if we didn't." He thought that was a pretty good way to save face, but one or two of the males snorted. "Now, let's go."
As one – with Jasson and Angelina side by side – they all made their way out of the caves and headed toward the gate.
Angelina marvelled at how all the males could walk at such a leisurely pace yet look extremely menacing at the same time. Each of them suddenly seemed two inches taller than what they truly were and had the most sinister look. Even Michael's usual grin had been replaced by a hostile scowl. Jasson…well that was another matter altogether. Scrap hostile and sinister, the guy looked like he needed a rabies shot. He was a walking promise of death. And her wolf totally approved – yet another indication that she was dumb.