Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,32

was not in his nature to take things slow and wait for her to make the first move.

It definitely wasn’t a guardian’s way to wait to claim what belonged to him.

Maybe seeing her supernatural side come out, allowed his to explode. She continued ripping a strip off him, but he heard none of it. He didn’t mind if a woman thought the worst of him, if he deserved it. He’d done nothing to Nexi to deserve it. Was really protecting her so awful?

He wanted her, in his bed, and in his arms.

He’d grown tired of this game.

Kyden took the two steps to close the distance, pressed his body against hers, and he walked forward until her back met the wall. “Listen up, real good, Nexi.” He cupped her soft face, staring in her wide eyes, and tangled his fingers into her hair. “I don’t intervene to belittle you. I don’t like watching anyone hurt you. My only thought is keeping you safe.”

Her lips parted, but only a wisp of air escaped.

He leaned down, his lips inches from hers. “However, since you seem unable to see my true meaning and are already punishing me for being the complete ass you think I am, then I guess there’s no reason not to act like one.”

Without waiting for a response, he pressed his mouth against hers. Shocking him, she kissed him back, with force. Her lips, her taste, were more than he’d imagined. She didn’t fight him for control through his kisses, but melted around him, eagerly accepting his kiss. Each brush of his lips against hers, each slide of her tongue, threatened to consume him.

Kyden forced himself to lean away when her soft moans filled the air. He breathed heavily, as did she. Moving his hands from her hair to her jawline, he tilted her chin up. “That, Nexi, is a man taking what he wants. Overpowering a woman with no care to how she feels or what she thinks. That is a man being an ass.”

He released her face and she was practically plastered to the wall, her cheeks rosy, and her lips puffy from his kiss. At her silence, he arched an eyebrow. “This is when you can use all the insults you’ve stored up, since I now deserve them.”

She didn’t even blink, and stayed quiet.

“Now you’re lost for words, are you, Álainn?” He leaned in and stared down into her huge, glossy eyes. “I am who I am, Nexi, and I make no apologies for it. You want to see what my forceful side truly looks like? Welcome to it, sweetheart.”

Chapter Ten

Nexi strode through her living room, dressed in black yoga pants, T-shirt, and running shoes. She still loved the home the Council had gifted to her. The night of Haven and Drake arguing which part of the castle she should live in would always amuse her. In the end, the Council decided to give her one of the apartments in the Guardians’ Hall, regardless that she was part witch.

She passed the matching beige sofas huddled around a stone fireplace that spanned floor to ceiling, the thick, dark oak table between the couches, and its vase filled with yellow tulips. Then she hurried to the front door with a happy stomach from the peanut butter and toast she’d eaten.

Once she shut her front door behind her, she made her way toward the Guardians’ Hall. She strode by the thick mahogany doors that had the name of the chambers’ owner carved into the wood with gold calligraphy.

When she passed by the door that read, Kyden, exhaustion weighed on her. She’d tossed and turned all day, sleeping a total of two hours, at best. Her thoughts remained on the incident with him last night, and all that happened. After she’d gotten over the shock that he’d kissed her, which had been the hottest kiss of her life, she was proud of herself for kicking Jaxon’s butt.

Kyden hadn’t said another word to her after he walked her to her door last night. He didn’t even look at her, he simply turned on his heel and left. That’s when the torment in her mind started and she began thinking…and thinking…and thinking.

Maybe she was being unfair to him. Perhaps her introduction to the supernatural world made her twitchy and defensive. For weeks now, he’d been patient when she knew deep down he wanted to take things further with her. He’d been a complete gentleman. Assholes weren’t gentlemen. Sure, he could be a tad overbearing