Her Brother, Her Mate

Parker POV

I could smell her the second I walked into the club. Her scent flared my worry and rage. Rage at nobody but myself. I hurt my mate. I made her think terrible things about herself and it’s killing me. I was purely jealous. Nothing else to it. I let my own insecurity with our relationship ruin the good thing we had going, and I’ll be damned if I sit around and wait for the problem to fix itself. She’s my mate. That alone makes her the most perfect being to me, and I plan on groveling at her adorable feet if that’s what it takes to get her to listen to me. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I found her.

She was sitting in a crowded area, as close as she could possibly be to Marcus Meyers. He runs his fingers down her shoulder and rage pools inside me. I’m going to kill him.

He whispers something to her, and her face lights up before she laughs wholeheartedly, slapping his knee playfully. I’m going to f*****g kill him. He knows I’m her mate. Everyone knows at this point. I’m as open as I can be about it. I may not be aggressively possessive, but I did want to stake my claim. I hear the way the unmated warriors talk about her. She’s mine and I need them to back the f**k off.

I come up behind them, having a hard time reigning in my rage and possessiveness. A group of drunk human girls sitting across from them start gawking at me, but I don’t pay them any mind. All my focus is on the auburn-haired bombshell, pain in my a*s sitting before me, sipping on a drink that smells too strongly to be a basic cocktail. Was this prick trying to get her drunk? I’m going to kill him.

“Oh no, we were found,” Mark gave me a cold look, his monotone voice making my eyes tighten.

“Please tell me that’s not your boyfriend either!” a girl shouts out, eye f*****g me.

Carli sighed in exasperation and shook her head, “Nope. He is not my boyfriend either.”

I can’t stop myself. I grab her, lifting her in my arms so she’s barely touching the ground in those sexy high heels, and smash my mouth against hers. I expected her to punch me or fight me, but instead she melted against me, molding her mouth to mine. I grip her back firmly, pulling her body against mine. Her arms wrap around my neck and she m***s softly into my mouth. My anger is mixing with my love and l**t for her, making my possessiveness show.

“What the f**k! She just said that wasn’t her boyfriend!” the girl yells, stomping her foot.

“He’s not. He’s her brother,” Mark laughed, sitting back and enjoying the looks of disgust on their faces.

I break the k**s, leaving Carli breathless in my arms, then glare at Mark.

“I’m not her brother you asswipe. I’m not her boyfriend either. I’m much more than that and if you can’t keep your hands off her I’ll help you out,” I growled at Mark, who shrugged me off, taking a sip from his drink like my words meant nothing to him. He and his brother are about to get a reality check. I may be easy going, but I’m still an alpha. Their f*****g alpha.

Carli regains her composure and slaps my chest, making me put her all the way on the ground. “I’m just the w***e you got roped with, Parker. How is that more?”

“You’re not a damn w***e. Quit saying that!” I growled in her face. I know I came here with the intention of groveling, but my rage won out. “You’re my mate,” I said in a low voice so only she could hear, “I was jealous, Carli. The thought of you with anyone else makes me go mad with rage.”

“You were with other women too. It wasn’t just me slutting around. I didn’t know you were my mate, and you did, a*****e. And you were sexting some b***h after claiming you came back to be with me!”

“I wasn’t sexting anyone! That girl sent it to me without me asking. She’s a campus bunny, hopping around the male dorm rooms. Look at the rest of the thread. I never respond to any of her shit.”

“Hypocrite,” she growls.

I still have her gripped firmly against me, her breast pushing against my chest with her enraged breathing. The heat in her eyes meets mine, and starts to morph into enraged desire. The electricity between us is thick. I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly our lips crash into each other, our mouths devouring each other.

“A*****e,” she growls at me, and the vibration in her chest makes me m**n into her mouth. I squeeze her a*s roughly, making her g***n and setting my desire ablaze.

I need her. I don’t give a s**t if she can’t feel the full mate bond yet. Well, I do, but I need her like I need air right now. The people around us are staring, but I don’t care. They can enjoy the free show. I grip her a*s, carrying most of her weight as I guide her away from the crowd to a secluded corner where the lights aren’t hitting.

I push Carli against the wall, wrapping her legs around my waist. I ground my h**s into her, shivering from her answering m**n. f**k waiting. f**k the people who could be watching. I need her, and I feel it in her; she needs me too.

I let my hands travel over her tight body, under her dress and my fingers brush against her naked a*s. No panties. Of course, she’s not wearing any f*****g underwear to a night club. This pisses me off more, and I growl into her open mouth. She laughs in response.

“I’m not good enough to f**k at home, where we have privacy and a bed, but f*****g the w***e in a night club where everyone can see us is OK?” she mutters, then tries pushing me off her. I don’t budge. I’m tired of her making these f****d up assumptions about me and what I’m thinking.

“You call yourself a w***e one more time, I’m going to lose it, Carli,” I snarled at her, “I have never, once in my entire life, thought you were a w***e, slut, or anything else you’ve been accusing me of thinking. You. Are. My. Mate. My mate,” She growls, trying to interrupt me, but I release my alpha aura and it shuts her smart mouth, “That means I’m going to get crazy jealous whenever I even think about you being with another guy. I didn’t tell you no for any other reason than I wanted to treasure you, and respect your decision. I knew I couldn’t hold myself back from marking you, and I want to wait until you feel the f*****g mate bond before giving into it. You, Carli, need to quit assuming s**t and talk to me. Yes, I f****d up in the past, but I’m trying to do the right thing now.”

“Put me down,” she sneers.

“No,” I crash my lips against hers again, growling when she bites my bottom l*p hard enough to draw b***d.

“You’re such an a*****e,” she sneers, but her mouth is just as desperate as mine. She tastes amazing. Like peach schnapps and coconut. I bet she tastes just as good everywhere.

I want her. I’ve never lost control like this, but she pushed me over the edge tonight. I need to claim her. I need to make her mine.

“Carli,” I m****d her name, begging her to accept me.

“If you stop kissing me again to give me some speech, I’m kicking your a*s,” she growls at me against my lips, making me smile before deepening the k**s. My hands go back to roaming her body, but before they reach their destination, her bare a*s, loud coughing interrupts our moment.

We both ignore it at first, me figuring it’s one of the Meyers boys, but the coughing continues, then turns into throat clearing, and finally laughter.

“What?!” Carli and I snap at the same time, turning to face whoever it is.

A deep growl vibrates through me. The f*****g vampire from the cove, the one Carli was bragging about giving her 20 f*****g o*****s, is standing beside us in the dark corner, smirking with amusement.

“Vincent?” Carli scrunches her face, “What? I’m a little busy.”

“I can see that,” he snickers, looking between us. “Parker, the brother, correct?” he asks, looking at me, eyes dancing with mischief.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Parker, Carli’s mate, douchebag. How can we help you?” I growled at him, not enjoying being in his company half as much as he seemed to be.

“Oh, I think I’m the one that can help you,” Vincent grins widely, showing his fangs, “I hear you’re still looking for the rogue woman.”

I let Carli slide down, adjusting her dress to cover her while her feet made contact with the ground, but not taking my eyes off her old lover.

“Do you know where we can find her?” Carli asks hopefully.

Vincent shrugged, “Maybe. She was here, but not anymore.”

“Anymore?” I scrutinized his face, “Do you know who she is?”

“Of course,” he grins at me, “She is my aunt after all.”