Were She Belongs (9 page)

“Two days. Oh my God! Jacob is going to kill me. I was supposed to be at work.”

“Relax. Jacob knows that you’re with us. He knows we can get you better and protect you.”

She was silent a moment, and suddenly it dawned on her that he was telling her what to do. Eat for nourishment, your boss knows you’re here, you need rest—who was he to boss her around?

As he lifted the forkful of food toward her mouth, she turned her face. “I can feed myself. Please just leave.”

Andre scrunched his eyebrows together. She could see the strong muscles in his fingers tighten their grip on the fork. He was not a man to challenge. She knew that and gulped down the fear with a loud swallow. Andre heard it. She could tell that he knew what effect he had on her.

Gently, he placed the fork down on the plate. “I’m just trying to help you. No one here wants to hurt you.”

She slowly looked back toward him. “You’re bossing me around, and I don’t like that.”

He smirked the most sexy damn smirk she had ever seen, and her heart raced. Instantly her eyes were drawn to his lips, firm and hard.

She wondered how he would kiss.

Would he go slowly and gently or fast and deep?

The thought caused her body to heat up again.

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Andre scooted closer.

He was inches from her as he leaned one arm across her lap and the tray, then reached up to gently tuck a loose strand of wet hair behind her ear. He let his thumb caress across her skin.

She felt every sensation as he caressed her temple, where the aching subsided. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the feel of his caress.

“I think you need bossing around,” he stated slowly, still caressing her hair.

“How would you know what I need?” she asked, shocked at how out of breath she sounded. The man was lethal.

He trailed his finger gently over her jaw, letting his thumb caress her lower lip. He smirked as she swallowed hard. Then he leaned closer, his lips centimeters from her own. She watched mesmerized as he looked at her lips, then raised his eyes up to meet hers.

She wanted him to kiss her. She just wanted one taste, one sample to ease her curiosity.

He did just that and kissed her slowly. It was long, hot, and so full of sex she found herself reaching up with her good arm to feel his skin with her hand. The muscles in his shoulder and neck were rock solid, just like the rest of him.

He teased her mouth with his tongue, exploring, traveling deep, then pulling back just so it made her toes curl and her nipples hard. It was then that she felt the bed dip a little and his hand slide up her hip and straight to her left breast.

She moaned against him in not quite a protest, but more of a desire to not act easy.

His kiss was heaven, his hands felt amazing. The moment he pinched her nipple, then rolled it between manly fingers, she nearly sprang off the bed and screamed in satisfaction, but he caught the gasp in his mouth.

Did she just cream herself? Oh my God. So that’s what it felt like.

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Andre slowly ended the kiss, and that’s when the embarrassment set in.

His forehead touched hers as he whispered, sounding out of breath, “Damn.”

She felt the loss as his hand moved away from her breast and back to the tray of food.

She wanted to ask him what he was doing. Where did he think he was going after he kissed her like that and made her wet? That’s when she noticed a glazed look cover his eyes, and it was as if he instantly was taken out of the mood.

“As much as I’d love to move this tray and join you in that bed, I think we should get some more food into you.”

No sooner than the forkful of food reached her mouth, the bedroom door swung open. Paul walked in carrying shopping bags.

“Glad to see you’re up, sunshine. I went into town and did some shopping for you.”

She swallowed the food and took a sip of water. Paul looked thrilled, but that nagging sensation in the pit of her stomach recognized control when she saw it.

He carried on about finding things he liked and what would look good on her. It was crazy.

“I appreciate the thought, Paul, but I would have taken care of that on my own.”

“Nonsense. I got it covered.”

Andre leaned closer to her to whisper, “You don’t like anything, I’ll take it back.”

She eyed him suspiciously. This was a lot to swallow, and she really wasn’t up for the whole situation. It seemed the two of them were all ready trying to run her life. Andre was slick, after all, with his suave moves and the manipulating way he used his lips to seduce her dumb.

“Andre, can you move this tray? I’d like to get up,” she asked him sweetly, and he instantly rose, taking the tray along with him.

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Tossing back the covers, she rose from the bed. She felt a little dizzy, but damn if she was going to show any weakness around this crew.

Standing, she felt the room spin, stood in place a moment, and teetered to the right because of the excess weight with her arm in a cast until she felt Andre’s arm come around her waist. She tensed in his embrace.

“Whoa…slow down, honey. You’ve had quite the last few days, and you need to take it easy.”

“I’m fine,” she stated, swatting his hand away.

She took her time walking forward toward the end of the bed and where Paul stood. Her arm ached something terrible, but she wasn’t going to stay drugged up. She needed out of here, and she needed it fast. Sierra popped into her mind, bringing on some feelings of guilt, but that soon passed as Saber entered the room.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he demanded in a tone that actually scared her. The first thought was to run back and get under the covers like some child being reprimanded by an adult. Bullshit!

Out of habit, she went to put her hands on her hips, forgetting about the cast, and cringed in pain.

“You see! Get your ass in bed!” he yelled, stomping into the room looking meaner and, damn it, handsomer then a man had a right to look when he was yelling at a woman.

Men feared him. They had to, because he was so daunting with his big muscles, tattoos peeking out near the collar of his neck and both biceps were covered with tattoos as well.
Then there was that look in his eyes. If he wanted to kill, he could do it and probably not think twice about it or even after it. She shook with fear, but courage had always reared its presence in the face of conflict or danger. This beast wouldn’t conquer her.

“Lexi,” he stated through clenched teeth, walking closer toward her.

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She took a deep breath, and instantly her defense mechanism clicked on.

“Stop right there, ogre!” The words escaped her mouth before she had time to think them through.

He glared at her, and his eyes did that whole yellow thing. But he paused ever so slightly, and she felt triumphant, until he stared her down and it appeared death was knocking at her door.

Was he going to attack her now? Shit.

He growled low and mean, then slowly stomped toward her like a soldier on a mission.

Lexi practically jumped into Andre’s arms.

“You’re scaring her, Saber. Cool it!” Andre yelled as he caressed Lexi’s hair.

She closed her eyes and swallowed the immature, childish action.

Andre caressed her back as her face wedged up against his stone-solid chest. She inhaled his scent, momentarily dazed by the desire to inhale deeply. She caught herself grabbing tighter, falling into the action of being comforted. It angered her, and she pulled herself from the awkward act.

Her body fought pulling away from Andre. The need came from deep within her being. She felt so safe in his arms it made her want to cry. So this is what it felt like to be hugged by a man?

“You were the one sent up to handle her. It looks like she’s handling you,” Saber stated in annoyance.

“I was handling things fine.” Andre pulled her to him as she tried to separate.

“That’s not what you projected,” Paul chimed in.

She was confused. How did Saber know what conversation was taking place when he wasn’t even in the room?

“Lexi, you need to rest,” Paul interrupted once again, sounding authoritative and as if his word was final. He was almost as bossy and demanding as Saber.

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She glanced up, and it hit her. Saber was the wrong man to disobey, but for some reason she wanted to fight him tooth and nail.

She didn’t understand why, just that he irritated her while simultaneously he caused crazy sensations in her body. This whole situation was insane. She was attracted to all three men in different ways, but just as strongly.

“Lexi.” Paul gave her the raised eyebrow as he pointed to the bed demanding she get back under the covers.

“No!” she retorted and cringed to herself when she heard how childish it sounded.

More low growls filled the room.

“Lexi! Look at me,” Saber demanded in a softer tone but one still laced with superiority.

She shifted in Andre’s arms and peeked up toward Saber. The man was the biggest of the three brothers by mere inches, but it was noticeable. He had very short, dark brown hair and large green eyes, he looked built to kill with his tattoos and goatee, and right now he was on a mission.

He pointed at her with one large, thick finger, curving it forward then straightening it, wanting her to come to him. In her mind, she envisioned his embrace and the fact that he could crush her with the slightest amount of his strength.

“Come over here,” he stated, and by the look in his eyes, if she didn’t listen, she was toast.

Without thinking, she stepped away from Andre. “Why?” she asked softly.

He raised an eyebrow. It was adorable, but she held in the giggle.

He’d probably pounce on her if she laughed. Right now she should be fearful of his capabilities. What did she really know about wolves and alpha males?

“When your alpha calls you to him, you come.”

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His statement was backed up by low growls from both Paul and Andre. She eyed each of them as coldness penetrated her body now that she was feet away from each brother.

Her courage and attitude surfaced in response to Saber’s statement. “But, you’re not my alpha—”

Before the last syllable left her lips, Saber had her pressed against his chest. She screeched in shock at his swift move.

A large hand moved up her back to her neck to cradle the back of her head. They locked gazes.

“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. I am your alpha.”

Little one?

Before she could protest, he covered her lips with his own, devouring any words of protest or argument, and all she could do was hold on for dear life. Boy, did these men know how to kiss. She thought about Paul and how his kiss would be, and that irked her.

She tensed in Saber’s arms, but his assault didn’t falter. In fact, it made her weak in the knees, and the next thing she knew, she was sprawled underneath him on the bed.

His kiss grew more urgent with each swipe and twirl of his tongue inside her mouth. They were both panting for air, and damn it, her body reacted to his touch. Her legs had a mind of their own as they wrapped around Saber’s hips. Well, not quite around, he was too thick. Her feet barely made it past his hip bones. He thrust his hips against her crotch. She felt the large bulge between his legs, and butterflies exploded in her stomach.

He ended the kiss and trailed more sucks and kisses along her neck, her collarbone as he scooted down lower, lifting her shirt before his lips kissed her stomach.

It felt so good as his lips singed her skin, his artful tongue brought on tiny vibrations through to her most feminine parts.

His hands worked wonders on her body, caressing her breasts underneath her shirt while she moaned from the sensations. He continued the journey with the palms of his hands as he rubbed gently
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over her rib cage and down to the waist of her pants. She wanted more, she wanted his hands everywhere on her body

“Ohhh…” The sound stretched through her gritted teeth as she instinctively lifted her hips toward his hands.

“There’s no denying us. Not ever!”

Was that Paul? She wondered for half a second.

Saber scooted back up to kiss her lips and locked his eyes with hers. “You’re ours. You will learn to listen.” He nibbled her bottom lip while his other hand rubbed between the elastic of her pants and her skin. “Let me make you feel good, Lexi.”

Did he say something? Did he just say I’m theirs? It must be the
painkillers,
she wondered until the sensations and desire filled her to her core. She was making out on a bed with a man-werewolf while his two brothers watched. She thought she heard the door close and lock, but she was too caught up in feeling. Something deep inside her awoke to the moment.

Her head rolled back as he sucked and nibbled her neck, continuing the onslaught of tender love bites. He covered her mouth with his own, devouring any need to escape by taking possession. His hand held her good arm down by the space where her elbow and upper arm met. It turned her on, practically shocking her senseless.

The warmth of his hand took a path away from restraining her to seducing her. Each touch to her skin as his solid palm rubbed tenderly over her breast, down each ridge of her rib cage, to her hip bone, then lower brought on more and more desires she didn’t know she suppressed. Where did this attraction and need come from? When was she going to gain the use of her brain back and stop him? Then when he penetrated the shield of the waist of her pants, and even that didn’t summon her to stop this ludicrous situation, she gave in to the need he pulled from her. She just absorbed Saber’s touch, his claim to her body, with a passion she didn’t know she possessed.

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She damned her broken limb but used her free hand to run through his hair, across his face, and to the strong shoulders now halfway pressed against her.