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Thankfully, she finished the meal. After taking the last bite, she took her saucer, bowl and empty milk glass to the sink and started searching the cabinets.
He watched her for several moments, curious as to her intentions.
“What are you looking for?” He leaned back in his chair, unable to take his eyes from the rounded curves of her tempting ass. The bunch and flex of the rounded flesh had him clenching his hands into fists to keep from touching them.
“Coffee,” she muttered. “Where the hell do you keep it, anyway?”
“There isn’t any. ” He shrugged. Of course, Caleb kept a supply on hand, but it was in the supply closet rather than the cabinets.
She turned around, her eyes wide with shock. “You don’t drink coffee? What are you, an alien? Order me some. Now. ”
How cute. Her eyes were rounded in distress, and he could have sworn she actually paled a bit. Love her heart, she was definitely addicted.
“The caffeine isn’t good for your system right now, Faith,” he told her patiently. “Neither is alcohol, come to think of it. You’re going to have to watch what you drink and eat for the next few weeks. ”
She drew to her full height, her brows snapping over her eyes in a frown as she stalked to the refrigerator door and jerked it open. He knew there was no longer any beer there. He had gotten rid of it hours ago. She closed the door slowly.
“You have five minutes to call someone, anyone, I don’t care who, and order me the finest blend of coffee that rat hole town has, and a dozen beers. If it’s not sitting on this table…” a slender finger pointed furiously at the table in question, “…in one hour, you die. ”
She appeared perfectly serious. Jacob leaned back in his chair, watching her warily.
“Faith, I am not bringing coffee or alcohol into this house for a while, and neither are you. I’m telling you, right now, your system can’t handle it. ” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she would do.
Her lips thinned, her face flushing as anger flooded her system. Anger and lust. As though the heat of her fury made her lust burn higher. Damn, he loved the scent of it.
Her breasts rose above the low cut of her neckline as she took a deep breath. Her head raised, her shoulders straightened, then she was walking purposely from the room. That was not a good sign.
“Dammit, Faith,” he growled, jumping up from the table and following her as she entered the foyer and headed for the front door. “Come back here. ”
He caught her halfway through the wide entrance hall, his hand catching her arm as he pulled her to a stop. She stopped easily enough. Long enough to reach down and bite him.
“Son of a bitch,” he yelled, jumping back to stare at his arm, then at the woman who had refused to bite anyone at anytime during training. He was fucking bleeding! Two perfect punctures marred the skin of his arm and oozed a small amount of blood. Dammit, he was partial to his blood and he preferred to keep it in his body.
She didn’t appear surprised or shocked at her own actions. She stared at him, her dark eyes glittering with fury, her cheeks flushed with it.
“I want my coffee, and my beer. You can be as much an ass as you want to be, and you can hold me here till hell freezes over, but there are some things I refuse to live without. And while you’re ordering, get on whatever Internet connection this stinking jungle has and order me a vibrator. I want seven inches long, three inches around, D battery. Use that ineffective male brain and hunt up a vibrating egg as well. Preferably, white. I refuse to stay here without my necessities. ”
Jacob stared at her incredulously. His gaze went to his arm, then back to her again.
“You bit me, Faith,” he growled, ignoring her demands.
“And I’ll bite you again,” she assured him fiercely. “Don’t manhandle me, Jacob. This isn’t the Pack, and contrary to what you think, I refuse to acknowledge you as my mate. Mates do not desert each other. They do not walk away after fucking them, and they do not refuse them the few pleasantries their life has to offer. Namely, my caffeine and my beer. But since you are a typical Breed ass, you can supply my vibrators as well, because I refuse to fuck you. ” Her voice rose with each sentence.
Her breasts were heaving, her eyes glittering, and he knew her cunt was so wet he could knot her there and then with no trouble.
“You’re in heat, Faith. Caffeine affects it adversely, as does alcohol. And you need me, not fucking vibrators,” he yelled back, furious that she would think she could deny him now.
She staggered just enough to assure him that he had effectively shocked her. She stared at him, fear and horror flashing across her eyes before her features settled into a mask of cold hard fury.
“Then I’ve been in heat for six fucking years,” she growled. “Guess what, Jacob, I survived it without you then, and I will now. So, do you order what I need or do I walk out of this comfortable little prison you have set up and find it myself?”
“Did you hear what I just told you, Mate?” he snarled the title. “You are in fucking heat. You need to be fucked. My seed splashing inside your tight pussy. My touch, my taste. A vibrator will do you no good, and the caffeine and alcohol will only make the symptoms harder on your body. I will not tolerate this childishness from you. The least you can do is take care of yourself. ”
“My childishness?” she asked him furiously. “Shall I show you childishness, Jacob? Shall I show you just how childish I can get? You better never sleep. You better never turn your back on me, because the minute you do, I’m out of here. If I can’t steal a vehicle, then I’ll walk, hitchhike, whatever it takes to go somewhere to get what I need. And since I know for damned sure there’s no adult stores anywhere in the flea infested towns that you situate yourself in, it might be a while before I get back. Because I will have my fucking vibrators!” she screamed the last sentence at him.
Jacob blinked, staring at the miniature apparition that seemed possessed by some vile, horrendous demon. How did you exorcise a caffeine addiction from such a damned little shrew? Damn Wolfe to hell and back, he could have at least warned him properly of what to expect.
“There will be no vibrators brought into this house,” he snarled back at her. “You need relief then you can come to me for it, Mate. No vibrators. No coffee, no beer. ”
