The Hunt

Chapter Fourteen

 

Lexi's point of view

We lay on the bed for a while. No one would bother us for the rest of the day.

"You didn't wake me up this morning." 

His heavy sigh lifted my head as his chest rose. "I knew you were mad at me for the bar." 

"Not so much the bar. You yelled at me like it was my fault."

Thinking about it just made me mad. I hadn't deserved his show of temper. I had kept him from getting his head blown off. He should have been kissing my feet.

"So I slipped out to let you cool down. It worked, didn't it?" 

I gave a noncommittal shrug and wrapped myself around him tighter. "I don't appreciate getting yelled at, especially when I was in the right." 

"I know." He nodded and kissed the top of my head. "I just let my anger for them get the best of me." 

"You were mad at me for stopping the bar fight," I said matter-of-factly. "It makes me feel like you don't really trust me to watch your back in a fight." 

He shook his head. "It's not that I don't trust you. I saw an end to this and was willing to do what it took to achieve it."

"And I had to stop you from going too far. If this problem cost me your life, we would leave. I would tell Finn to solve his own damn problems," I grumbled into his chest.

He tipped my chin up; one of his rare happy smiles covered his face. "I know you would. Finn would be in trouble if you went after him." His smile sobered a bit. "I do trust you. You are my mate and I love you." 

"And I'm the only one who can put up with your shit," I teased, lightening the mood.  

He smirked. "Ah yes, and that." He gave me a small peck on the cheek. "I have to get dressed." 

He tried pulling away from me, but I didn't let him out of my grip. Did he really think a kiss on the cheek was an acceptable goodbye kiss?

"I will go about my business with you latched on to me if I have to," he threatened.  

However, I knew that he wouldn't crack the door open if I were still naked and on him.  

His brow rose when I didn't budge. Then he smirked. "Well, alright then. Better hold on tight." 

I did.  

Well, I did until he took me into the shower. After some kissing and fondling, I melted in his hands. He managed to get out of the shower without me latched onto him because I had challenges standing on my own.  

When he wanted to prove a point, he really drove it home.

When I was dressed, and could walk normally, I left our room. Mason was getting up from the kitchen bar when I walked in.  

When he smirked at me, I knew he was going to do something.

Quick recovery, he teased through our link. He sent me his memories of the shower we had together, filling my head with dirty thoughts and causing heat to run through my body. I thought you would've rested longer.

This close, and after our time in the shower, our bond was strong enough that I could feel anything he wanted me to feel and hear whatever he wanted me to hear.  

I stuck my tongue out at him before making a plate for myself. I was starving. The girls were all still showing sadness for the loss of their friend, Jenna. They wouldn't know of her betrayal, or her death, and so long as they were human, they would never know about what happened to her.