“No,” he said, angry this time. Before he’d sounded stern, and certain, but not angry. This was plain anger. He wasn’t even trying to mask it.
He walked up to me, grabbing the back of my head and slamming our lips together. I let out a soft sigh as his lips worked over mine, my hands balling up the fabric of his shirt. My skin was on fire, and every part of me was burning. My knees felt weak, and my wolf was excitedly barking and begging to Mark him. That’s what finally made me pull away.
“Are you serious?” I seethed, trying to calm down my flushed face by taking a deep breath. “I reject you, and you kiss me? What the f**k dude?!”
He blinked at me, obviously surprised. “I-I just thought,” he stammered, his face flushing.
“You just thought you could manipulate me into being with you if
