Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 69

69–Demanding That Take It Off 

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earlier?” he asked, his foot tapping anxiously now. 

“I wear this ring–” I began, lifting my finger, but seeing his narrowed gaze, I quickly withdrew my hand behind my back. 

“Hmm!” he nodded, “take it off.” 

His command left me utterly shocked. 

“Huh?” I attempted an awkward smile, trying to steady my breathing. 

“I said, take it off,” he repeated, rising from his chair and walking over to a nearby side table to pour himself a glass of wine. 

“But she’ll cause me pain,” I persisted with that excuse, but he remained unmoved. 

“Nora! I won’t ask again. Take it off,” he demanded, sending my heart racing in my chest. I was anxiously looking around as I could find an answer in the air or on the walls. Except there were only n*ked she- wolves on the walls. 

“If your wolf is so weak, why did you unleash her when you needed help to find Natalya?” he stunned me with his observation. 

“Um—I told you, she can track scents and all, but, see, I didn’t transition to run faster,” I stammered, his intense gaze making me feel 

queasy. 

I wished I could vanish, never to wake up, so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes or answer his inquiries. 

“Do you think I would lie if she wasn’t sick? Don’t you think I’d seek her help to fend off my bullies?” I questioned when I couldn’t conjure up another excuse. 

69–Demanding That Take in Off 

Take Of 

“Because you wanted my dad to sympathize with you, and he did,” his assertion made me look down, closing my eyes briefly. 

He wasn’t listening to me at all. 

“I know why you’re so angry,” I hated resorting to this secret as a distraction tactic. 

“And that would be?” he inquired, setting his glass aside and advancing toward me. As he approached, I began to retreat. 

“Because you’re upset that you felt the mate bond with me,” I finished, expecting him to gasp dramatically, grow angry, or perhaps even deny it and halt in his tracks. But he did none of that. In fact, he continued advancing until my back was against the wall. 

“Really?” he uttered, his breath brushing over my face. 

“Why would I be angry? I’m getting a pussy to f*ck, why would it anger me?” his tone and choice of words caused me to involuntarily gasp in disappointment.