Sitting up I groan, it’s not even just a little pee. The little brat lied. I feel like I could fill a jug if I twisted the piss out of my clothes.
Finally, Jonah scrambles off me. He glances over his shoulder, possibly to assess the damage of the bent pipe. As he does, he confirms my suspicion – I might be covered in his piss, but at least I’m not the only one drenched in it. So is he.
I groan and roll on my side right when Sage comes rushing out of the house. Her eyes are wide, even wild, and she looks like she is just about to have a panic attack. A look of relief crosses her face as I stand up, and her eyes dart between Jonah and me.
“Did you see Miss Sage? I flew off the window and didn’t even get hurt, not a scratch,” Jonah brags. I can’t believe it, but the little shit is actually grinning and acting like he’s some kind of a superhero, and this was merely some stunt or attempt at flying.
The only reason why Jonah didn’t get hurt is that I took the fall for him. In return, I get to watch him brag about his adventures to my mate. While I’m the one who is in pain, has some serious hearing damage, and on top of everything, I now can walk around smelling like a piss factory.
Malik is still laughing and tries to contain himself as he motions for Jonah to come to him. “That was very naughty, Jonah. You don’t climb houses, and you peed on the Alpha,” Malik adds, chuckling at the last part, and I growl at him.
“I need to shower!” I snap at no one in particular and stomp off back inside the house. No way am I letting them have a laugh at my expense.
Sage follows in my steps, snickering as if this situation is amusing her. I stop and turn to glare at her, and finally, she stops.
“Are you okay?” She asks, and she bites her lip, trying not to laugh.
“You think this is funny?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. Sage forces her lips together in a line and shakes her head, but I can feel her amusement.
Somehow, she manages to forget that since I marked her, I can feel her emotions. Let’s see how long her amusement lasts. I reach for her and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her towards me. Her heart rate spikes up, and her breath hitches when I press her body against mine. Sage shrieks and pushes on my shoulders.
I lean down to hide my face in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. Sage relaxes in my arms. Just what I need so I can go in for the attack. I guide my tongue up her neck until my lips reach her ear, and I whisper. “Not so funny anymore now that you are covered in piss, too.”
Sage squirms in my hold, desperately trying to break free from my grip on her. When I finally take pity on her and I let her go, she chuckles. “It’s a little funny,” she admits weakly.
If I weren’t the one being peed on, I might manage to see the humor of the situation. Or at least what everyone else deems amusing, then I would watch from the side. But right now, in my situation, nope, I don’t see the funny side of what happened.
Instead of escalating the situation and providing more laughing material for my mate, I rub my ass and hiss under my breath-each step I take hurts. I’m literally aching as I walk. I feel like an old goddamn man. “My ass hurts,” I groan.
Maybe my beautiful mate will forget about what happened and will have enough decency in her to pity me a little. Only a little, after all, I saved that little shit, and he got a chance to pretend to be a hero at my expense. It’s about time I get some good words too.
“You’re not seriously jealous of Jonah?” Donnie snickers. I huff in annoyance, choosing to ignore him.
“Want me to rub it?” Sage chuckles, as she locks the door after us. She undoes her dressing gown and lets the fabric slide down her arms until she catches it. My eyes are drawn to her like a moth to a flame as I slowly drink in her body.
A smirk spreads across my lips as my eyes focus on her plump ass as Sage brushes past me. Since coming here, she has filled out nicely, with no more frail skin and jutting out bones. She turns and tosses her dressing gown in my face. I scrunch up my face in disgust as the smell of piss invades my nostrils and destroys the fantasies that are already building up in my mind.
Sage laughs at me and darts away. “I call dibs on showering first,” she squeals, racing up the steps.
I growl, toss the gown on the floor, and take off after her. She skids in her haste when she reaches the top step. My heart nearly stops as she slides across the floor. Sage corrects herself and giggles while I feel like I’m having a fucking stroke. That woman. What if she hurts herself?
Sage clearly uses my moment of hesitation as she takes off toward the bathroom door. I pick up my pace, and as she reaches out for the door handle, I catch up to her and snake my arms around her waist. She shrieks and quickly turns in my grasp.
“You weren’t about to lock me out, were you?” I accuse her.
Sage grins at me and wraps her arms around my neck. I swear, she has changed so much compared to how she was the day we met. Her confidence has grown, and she seems so much more relaxed these days. I enjoy every moment we spend together, even if she’s in the mood to tease the living hell out of me.
I reach around her, grip the door handle, twist it, and walk her backward into the bathroom with a growl. Sage realizes she hasn’t given me an answer, so she wiggles her eyebrows and whispers, “maybe.”
I lean in and nip at her lips.