Chayle watched the two men pass a
silent look between them before she realized they were not going to
answer her. "Well, at least tell me if I'm in the crazy house or
not?"
Mercury's grin was instantaneous and
infectious. "Of course you are, didn't Kayne explain all of it to
you yet?"
With a hard slap on Kayne's back and another
growl as Mercury moved toward the doors of the shower room, Chayle
could have sworn she heard her lover growl.
"Stop the growly thing!" she whispered,
gently slapping his huge arm.
"You need to stop ordering me around,
woman!" Before Chayle knew what was happening Kayne picked her up
and threw her over his shoulder, head hanging down his back. She
had a perfect view of his tight ass and long legs. Damn, it was a
long way down to the ground from where she was.
"Put me down, you moron! You cannot just
decide to cart me around anytime you get the urge!" she screamed,
slapping those tight buns.
"Wanna bet?" came his only reply.
"But I want to see the rest of this place.
You promised!" she continued screaming, hoping someone would stop
them, but of course, there was not a soul in sight. She did hear
male chuckles just out of sight but no a soul stepped in to help as
he stomped off toward the house.
"I'll show you the rest of it later. Right
now I want you under me!" There was what sounded like another growl
and she tried to bite him on his ass.
"You bite me, woman and I'll bite back. You
may not like where I bite you!" he promised.
"Tyrant!" she screamed, slapping his tight
ass.
"You have no idea," His laugh echoed in the
empty foyer of the house as he quickly climbed the stairs.
Chapter
Eleven
Kayne dropped her in the middle of their bed
after taking the stairs two at a time. He stared down at her as
Chaley huffed and puffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Her
color was high, giving her cheekbones a beautiful flush and her
breasts rose at the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to calm
her temper but Kayne didn't care. To him, she was the most
beautiful thing in his world.
Slowly, like a huge cat stalking its prey,
he crawled onto the foot of the bed, his dark blue eyes never
leaving Chayle's face. She crab crawled backward away from him
toward the head of the bed but the look in his eyes stopped her
when he growled again.
"Stop the growly thing," she hissed.
"You leave this bed and I will redden your
ass," he purred, moving toward her again.
"You wouldn't dare!" Chayle screamed,
appalled that he would even threaten such a thing.
"Yes, I would dare, woman!" he growled
again. "You need to learn that when I say drop, you drop. When I
say run, you run. If I say stay, you will damn well stay!"
"I am NOT a dog, and I will not STAY!" she
screamed, scrambling off the side of the bed toward the French
doors.
Kayne grabbed a slim ankle just as she made
to slip off the bed, dragging her back under him. In one move he
covered her slight body with his heavier one, making sure to keep
his bulk off of her. He could feel the tremors and anger vibrate
from head to toe no matter how Chayle tried to hide them.
"I want to keep you safe, mate," he
whispered in her ear, licking behind at the tender spot he had
discovered the night before. "I cannot breathe when you are in
danger, can you not understand that?"
"There was no danger, Kayne." She shoved at
his shoulders, trying to move the mountain of muscle holding her
down, knowing it was impossible to do so. "You can't wrap me in
cotton and lace and expect me to stay there now. I have to fight
this my way."
He felt wetness on his shoulder and looked
down. Silent tears streamed down her face and Kayne's heart
melted.
"Ah Corazon," he crooned. "I do not want to
coddle you, just protect you."
He kissed each tear, licking them away and
feeling his heartbreak with each one that slipped down. Chayle
shuddered in his arms and he pulled her close.
"I want you to use the facilities. Train,
but go slowly. I want you strong, and I know you think you
Prefers to remain anonymous, Rory McGrath