Page 42 of Jacob Michaels is Not Here

“Back up,” I whispered.

“Will you burn me if I don’t?” He smiled wickedly.

“Ah.” I sucked at my teeth. “Lucas isn’t the only fella you’d like to see in the doggy-style position.”

That made Jason’s grin broaden so that every last one of his teeth was bared to me. He seemed to have more than any human I’d ever met, and he hadn’t even tried to shift.

“In totally different ways. Jacob.”

I stared into Jason’s eyes. He wasn’t as stupid as I thought. Or, at least, he wasn’t blind.

“I’m so glad you came back.” He sighed hungrily.

“Yeah?” I said lowly. “The feeling varies for me from day to day, honestly.”

“Maybe you need me to help you remember what’s so great about being back in Point Worth?” Jason’s eyes lit up—but not in a wolf-red way. “Because if you’re not sure you like it here, Lucas isn’t doing his job.”

“Back. The. Fuck. Up.”

“Burn me.”

“I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You wanted to kill me the other night,” I glowered, “and now you want to fuck me? How many brain cells does being a werewolf kill, Jason?”

“I didn’t want to kill you.” Jason sighed. I could still feel lower parts of him pushing into me. “Just punish you.”

His grin got even more wicked.

“You’re disgusting.”

“You have no idea.”

“I’ve got a pretty healthy imagination.” I snapped. “And, luckily, a pretty strong stomach. Get the hell away from me. Last warning, Jason. I told Oma I wouldn’t attack you unless you gave me a reason and—”

“You’re even more enticing than you were in high school.” Jason’s voice was guttural. “God, I hated you then, and I hate you now. It makes me so fucking hard how much I hate you. I’m betting that you hate me the same.”

“Oddly, I’m flaccid.”

Jason laughed throatily, undeterred.

“You are an odd duck.” I shoved my hand against his chest harder. “You’re like the kid who throws rocks at the girl he likes in second grade.”

“Something is like a rock.” Jason bit his bottom lip, and his pelvis moved against me.

“Back up, or I will make you back up.” I snarled, suddenly very angry.

All I could think about was the fact that Lucas was my boyfriend. I loved Lucas. I didn’t give a damn about Jason. Actually, I cared a lot about Jason—but none of those feelings were good. Or sexual. They all involved pain, and not in a ‘pull my hair and spank my ass’ kind of way.

“You gonna burn me, witch?” Jason taunted. “I think you want to do something besides burn me, Rob.”

Unless I was willing to burn Jason, make the first real aggressive move towards a fight, there wasn’t a way to respond.

“Two people who hate each other usually have the most fun in bed, ya’ know.” He said. “And I hate you sooooo very much.”

Staring into Jason’s ravenous eyes, eyes that told me all of the awful and depraved things he had planned if I even gave a hint that I’d allow it, made me go very still. It chilled me to my core. Jason needed to burn until there was nothing left but the ashes of his bones. The nagging voice in the back of my head that reminded me I had promised Oma I would not attack Jason without a good reason kept me from doing it. Technically, Jason had not attacked—he was just an unrelenting, disgusting pervert. I found myself wishing he had hit me or changed into a wolf instead of telling me all of his depraved thoughts. Then I could have set him on fire and felt perfectly reasonable about it. However, since that wasn’t an option, I used my magic for something else.

A loud “popping” sound came from within Jason’s house.

Then the roar of water gushing sounded from the open doorway.

“What the—” Jason shifted his stance to look over my shoulder through his front doorway.

“I think you have a leak.” I smiled up at him.

Jason growled in my face before he was dashing around me towards his house. I turned to watch him race into his house towards the kitchen area at the back of the main room where the kitchen and dining area were. Water was gushing from the broken faucet in his sink, hitting the ceiling and falling to the ground, creating a giant puddle.

“Shut off valve should be under the sink,” I stated just loudly enough to be heard.

“Fuck you, witch!” Jason bellowed as he dropped to his knees and started ripping open the cabinets.

Smiling to myself, I turned quickly and headed to my car. Oma had said before that I was no witch. That I could have been, but I wasn’t. Well, sometimes you can change the past. Especially when magic is involved.