Jace
I am fuming with fury and morbid disgust. My body is covered in blood from the wounds I got from the fight. I know that I will heal quickly so that is the least of my concern. I can’t get myself to calm down when the evil smirk Dwayne carried on his face when he mentioned Amy’s name still replays in my mind. How dare he invade my private territory! I gave up my own park for the sake of peace but that didn’t seem enough to him. He still wants more. He wants my mate and my family. He wants to take away the biggest treasures left in my life so that he can ruin my life.
“He is not going to stop this until he gets what he wants. Until he takes everything from me,” I scream out towards Jose who is equally covered in blood. Patrick stands quietly behind me. His arm is still bleeding from the cut one of Dwayne’s followers gave him during the fight. Jose nods frantically and I continue shouting over my lungs.
“I won’t let him carry on his plans. He ruined my life and killed my parents, but I didn’t do anything because I was still young. I am grown up now. I can defend what is mine and I won’t let him have his way this time.”
“I know he won’t stop without a bloodbath,” Jace says.
“He is such an annoying bastard!” I throw a fist in the air. I want something to punch on. Dwayne is just lucky he got away this time. I just want to cut his throat out and feed it to the dogs.
“Let’s go home, now,” Patrick says. “The women must be really worried about us.”
“You are right. Sophia is might end up losing her mind if I don’t get home soon,” Jose says. I don’t want to go home. My woman is not there. She is probably in her apartment talking happily with her mother. She is not safe there. She needs to be with me, around the other women in the family.
The women run crying to their husbands. They are all gathered in the main house with the children. They are shocked to see us bathed in blood.
“Oh my god! What did that devil do to you?” Alexa cries into Patrick’s shirt.
“It’s nothing. We just got into a fight. We are all fine,” Patrick tells her in a reassuring voice.
I am the only one without someone to cry into my chest. I miss Amy so much. I need to talk to her, so I climb up the stairs to my bedroom in search for my phone. I find it on the dresser table, but it’s battery has died. I put it on the charger and wait for it to go on. I know the blood is sticking on my body and I need to shower immediately, but first things first. I need to talk to Amy right now.
I find a bundle of texts when the phone goes on. All of them are from Amy. I smile even before I read them. She’s probably missed me. I sit down on the chair infront of the dresser and read each text slowly one by one. She must have been frustrated when I didn’t reply her messages. I check the time and find that it is almost eleven. She is surely asleep now, but I want to talk to her. I want to hear her beautiful voice. It is the only thing that can reassure me really now. I test my chances and send her a text.
Me: Hi. I am sorry for not texting you back today. I was really busy. How was the day with mom?
Her reply is almost immediate.
Amy: I understand. Mom is fine. I had a nice time, but I really missed you.
Knowing that she missed me really warms my heart.
Me: I missed you too, baby. Can I come over right now?
I know that I am being overly demanding, but I really need to see Amy and hold her in my arms.
Amy: Yes.
I release a breath I had no idea I was holding. I should be wondering why she is not yet asleep by this time but I am grateful for it. My face breaks into a huge grin and I think that is the most I have smiled since morning.
Me: Just give me a second. I will be right there.
I dash to the bathroom and freshen up. I don’t want to give Amy and her mother a shock of their lives by appearing the way I am. After the shower, I throw on a t-shirt and jeans. I grab my phone from the charger. It hasn’t even charged enough to take me throughout the night but I don’t give a damn. Reaching downstairs, I find Sophia cuddled up in Jose’s lap on a couch. Jose looks better. He must have bathed and changed. They all look up when I enter the living room.
“Are you going somewhere?” Jose asks.
“Yeah,” I reply while walking past them.
“Where to?” he inquires.
“Amy’s,” I reply. I hear a soft chuckle from him.
“Good luck, bro,” he shouts as I get out of the house and close the door.
I reach Amy’s apartment in a matter of seconds and stand at the door. I don’t want to wake Amy’s mother in case she is asleep so I send Amy a text saying that I am at the door. The door is opened for me a few minutes later. Amy stands holding the door with a worried look. Her long wavy hair is tossed about her shoulders in a beautiful messy way that makes my hands each to run my fingers through.
“Come in,” she beckons me to enter the house and closes the door. The living room is quite dark. There are lights in the kitchen and some light is penetrating from upstairs.
“Jace, are you alright?” she inquires. Her beautiful brown eyes search mine for answers.
“I am now,” I whisper into her hair and breath in her sweet smell. I pull her into a hug and push her to the door. I raise her legs and wrap them around my waist.
“Oh, Amy,” I whisper against her cheek and brush my lips against hers.
“Jace I…” she starts talking but I cut her off by claiming her mouth in a rough kiss. She doesn’t hold back at all. She wraps her arms around my neck and opens her hot mouth for me. Yes! Yes! My wolf cheers from within. Ours. She is only ours.
I can feel her breasts pressing against the thin material of my shirt. I creep my hand to her chest and caress them through her blouse. Yes, no bra. Joy! I continue fondling her through her small nearly transparent blouse. My whole body stirs in appreciation and I become alive. Amy pulls away from the kiss.
“Jace,” she sounds worried. “Tell me what happened.” She touched my cheek and runs her fingers over my fresh wounds.
“Who did this to you?” she inquires.
“It’s nothing, baby. I am fine,” I reassure her. I hope she’ll let this go. I pull her lower lip between my teeth and suck. I kiss her again and again. I reach for her pyjama shorts and cup her ass. I pull her closer to me.
“Jace, my mother is sleeping on the couch,” she whispers. I throw a glance at the couch and see a mound covered by a blanket.
“It doesn’t matter,” I respond, being the pervert that I am. She places her small hand on my chest to push me away.
“It matters to me,” she says.
“Alright, let’s go to the kitchen,” I tell her.
“What? No,” she looks shocked. I give her a cocky smile. How can she still be shocked after all the things I have done to her in her kitchen.
“Upstairs. To my room,” she says with a shy smile.
I carry her upstairs while she giggles softly in my ear.
Her room is small and neatly decorated with pink and other colourful staff. It looks as cute as the girl who is wrapped around me. I close the door and press her against it. She gives me a shy smile.
“Now where was I?” I inquire from her. She just gnaws on her lower lip.
“Oh, I was still worshipping these gorgeous breasts,” I fondle her through the blouse and she moans into my ear. I want to feel her skin. I want to feel her without any kind of barrier. All this stress about Dwayne and the fight has got me feeling horny as hell!
I lift her blouse slowly and look her in the eyes for her approval. She doesn’t stop me so I lift it over bed and discard it onto the bed. In front of me is the most beautiful sight to behold.
“Oh, yes,” I purr as my hands feel the softness and fullness of her breasts. I pull her into another kiss and carry her to her bed.