Drake'sPOV:
I knew she was playing . Leila—she was fire and smoke, always slipping just out of reach, leaving grasping at shadows. Her eyes held secrets, her smiles carried promises she never intended to keep. But there was sothing else too—a ga she played that I couldn't ignore. She knew I was suspicious of her, that I could sense the darkness she kept buried beneath her guarded exterior. And now, I could see it—she was testing , trying to see how far I would go for her.
It was infuriating, watching her flirt with Marcus, of all people. A boy who couldn't protect her if his life depended on it. His jokes were shallow, and yet, she laughed. Not the polite kind of laugh you give out of courtesy, but real, genuine laughter, the kind that ca from her chest. I could feel the rage simring inside , growing hotter with every soft touch, every playful smile she gave him.
I clenched my fists, trying to stay in control, but the beast inside was restless. My wolf growled, pacing, eager to tear through the façade, to claim her in front of everyone. I knew she was doing this on purpose—pushing , testing my boundaries, trying to see if I'd snap.
And damn it, it was working.
When she leaned in closer to him, letting her fingers graze his arm, sothing in broke. I moved before I even had ti to think, crossing the training yard in seconds. By the ti I reached them, I didn't care if I was overreacting. The possessiveness surged through like wildfire, and I couldn't stop myself.
With a low growl, I shoved Marcus aside, my eyes never leaving Leila. "That's enough," I growled, the warning clear in my voice. Marcus backed off imdiately, understanding that he was no match for —not when I was like this. Not when my wolf was on the verge of tearing into him.
I stepped between them, blocking him from her view entirely. My body was rigid, every muscle coiled tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. I could feel her eyes on , challenging, testing, and I hated how much it thrilled .
Her raised eyebrow and innocent tone only fueled the fire. "What's the matter, Drake?" she asked, as if she didn't already know.
"You know exactly what the matter is," I growled, my voice rough with the jealousy that burned through .
She smiled, slow and deliberate, like she was enjoying this too much. Her head tilted to the side, those damned lips curving into sothing wicked. "Do I?"
The way she looked at —it made my blood heat, made my wolf howl to claim her right then and there. I took another step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, close enough that I could catch the scent of her, intoxicating and maddening all at once.
"Don't play gas with , Leila," I warned, my voice low and dangerous. "You're mine. And I don't share."
Her eyes flickered, sothing sharp and calculating dancing in those dark depths. For a mont, I wondered if she would push back, test even further. But instead, she just stood there, staring up at , the challenge still simring in her gaze but no words falling from her lips.
I should've felt victorious, should've felt like I'd won. But all I could think about was how this wasn't over. She was still hiding sothing—still keeping a part of herself locked away from . I could feel it, just beneath the surface, and it gnawed at that she didn't trust enough to tell the truth. But at the sa ti, I couldn't shake the feeling that I might not like what I found if I dug too deep.
Still, one thing was clear—she wanted to fight for her. To prove that I was strong enough, crazy enough, possessive enough to keep her. And I would. I'd fight anyone, destroy anything that ca between us, if that's what it took. She was mine, and I'd burn the world down before I let anyone else touch her.
But this ga she was playing—it wouldn't go unanswered. She wanted to push ? Fine. But she needed to rember that I could push back just as hard.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "I hope you're ready, Leila. Because this ga of yours—it's only just beginning."
She shivered, and for a mont, I saw it—sothing other than that confident smile, sothing deeper. Fear? Maybe. Or maybe just excitent.
Either way, I wasn't letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
Tonight, everything would change. Leila had been toying with for days, pushing my limits, teasing with that fire in her eyes. She thought she could play gas with my heart, with my instincts as her mate, but what she didn't realize was that I could play just as hard. And tonight, I'd show her exactly who she belonged to. I'd make her feel the sa fire that had been burning through ever since she entered my life—the sa tornt she inflicted on .
We hadn't done anything sexual yet, despite the fact that every ti she was near, my body ached for her. I'd taken countless cold showers, pacing like a caged animal just to keep my control. I wanted her to trust , to feel safe before we mated and I marked her as mine for good. But today, after the stunt she pulled with Marcus, I couldn't let it slide. She needed to understand who her man was—who her mate was. And if she wanted to play with fire, then I was more than willing to let her burn.
Tonight, I'd punish her in the sweetest way. I'd seduce her, push her to the brink, but I wouldn't let her have what she so clearly wanted. No, I'd leave her high and dry, just like she had been doing to with her teasing smiles and subtle provocations. She needed to taste her own dicine—feel the frustration, the desire, the craving that I'd been battling every single day.
Tit for tat. It was only fair.
As the evening wore on, I found her alone in one of the smaller rooms near the pack house. She was reading, pretending not to notice as I walked in, though I could see the way her body tensed when I entered. Good. She knew I was here, knew I wasn't in the mood for gas.
I didn't say anything at first, just moved toward her, letting the tension between us build. She glanced up, her eyes eting mine, a flicker of curiosity—and maybe sothing else—crossing her face. I could see the uncertainty in her gaze, and it only fueled more. She was wondering what I would do, how far I would push her. She wasn't sure if she should run or stay. But running wouldn't save her—not tonight.
I stopped in front of her, looking down as she remained seated. "You've been playing gas with , Leila," I said, my voice low, controlled. "Testing . Seeing how far I'd go for you."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't deny it. She knew what she'd been doing.
I crouched down so we were at eye level, my hands resting on the armrests of her chair, caging her in. I leaned in closer, so close that I could feel her breath catch, could see the flush rising in her cheeks. Her scent filled my senses, intoxicating, and it took everything in not to just take her right then and there. But no, that wasn't the plan. Not tonight.
"You want to see how jealous I can be?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. "I'll show you. But first, let show you sothing else."
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. She shivered under my touch, her gaze locked on mine, and I could feel her resolve weakening. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned in and kissed her—soft at first, a tease, just like she had been doing to . But then I deepened the kiss, letting her feel the hunger that had been gnawing at for so long. She responded instantly, her body pressing closer to mine, her hands gripping my shirt as if she couldn't get enough.
Good. Let her feel it.
I broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, her lips parted as if waiting for more. But I didn't give it to her. Instead, I stood, pulling her up with . My hands slid down her sides, grazing her hips before I stepped back, putting just enough distance between us to drive her crazy. Her eyes were dark with need, her breathing shallow as she stared at in confusion and frustration.
"Drake," she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and frustration.
I smirked, folding my arms across my chest. "Not yet, sweetheart. You think you can play with ? You think you can toy with my feelings and expect to just take it?" I moved closer, my lips brushing against her ear again as I whispered, "Not tonight."
I let my hands trail down her body again, teasing her with my touch, but never giving her what she wanted. She gasped, her body arching into , but I pulled away again, watching as the frustration built in her eyes.
"Drake," she said again, this ti more insistent.
I shook my head, taking a step back. "You're not in control here, Leila. I am. And tonight, I'm going to make sure you understand that."
She reached for again, but I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pressed her back against the wall. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "To make crazy for you? To test ?"
She nodded, her breath coming in short, quick bursts.
I leaned in, my lips brushing hers again, but just before she could deepen the kiss, I pulled back, leaving her wanting more. "Too bad, sweetheart," I whispered. "You're going to have to wait."
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the frustration boiling over inside her. But I didn't give in. I simply smiled, releasing her wrists and stepping back.
"Tit for tat," I said softly, my voice laced with amusent. "Now you know how it feels."
Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, frustrated and wanting. It was her turn to suffer, to feel the ache I'd been feeling for so long.
And I had a feeling this was only the beginning of our little ga.
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