The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Oberon's POV.

I unlock the gate and uncuff her. True to her word, she doesn't try anything and dutifully follows me out of the cells.

She's barefoot on the ground but refuses to put on her heels. I ask one of the guards to find her some spares shoes.

I lead her to the downstairs bathroom and hand her everything. I wait outside the door as she freshens up.

When she comes out ten minutes later, she has showered and cleaned her teeth. She's washed off the make—up and now her bare face is revealed to me.

She's fucking beautiful.

'You're beautiful,' I tell her, unable to stop myself.

She blushes and won't meet my eyes. I frown as I see that she has refused to wear my shirt and is back in her skimpy clothing.

The guard brought her a pair of flip flops, and she wears them as I take her back to the cells. I don't want to put her back in them, but I don't trust her not to run yet.

I follow her into the cell.

'I spoke to your sister, Paige. She's coming over to the territory this evening,' I tell her.

Phoebe glares. 'You invited my sister to come here'

I shrug. 'Yes. I think she wants to see you.'

My little mate scowls and takes a threatening step towards me. I smirk and meet her in the middle.

'Careful, little mate, I can have you in those cuffs again in a second,' I warn her, amusement in my voice.

She narrows her eyes at me. 'You wouldn't dare.'

I chuckle. 'You know I would.'

'Don't you dare touch me, I'm not yours.'

That pisses me and my wolf off.

'You are mine,' I snap at her. 'Just as I am yours.'

She bares her teeth at me. 'I belong to no one.'

I growl and grab her wrists. I hold them above her head and pin her against the wall. She tries to struggle, but I grab the cuffs and clip them around her wrists easily.

She tugs on them and growls in frustration. A foot shorter than me, she glares up at me.

'You are mine,' I tell her again.

A sweet smell hits me and I almost fall over at the scent. My teeth elongate and I'm instantly hard in my jeans.

She's aroused.

I think my little mate likes me dominating her. Or at least, her body does.

When I look at her, she seems to be fighting an internal battle. Her body wants this, and her mind is fighting it.

'Does my little mate like being tied up' I ask her huskily, my voice thick with desire.

She squirms against the wall and refuses to meet my eyes.

'No,' she mumbles petulantly.

'I think you do. In fact, I know you do. I can smell it.'

She blushes a dark shade of pink.

Our eyes meet and desire races through me. I want her, bad.

I've waited years to find her and here she is, completely at my mercy, chained up.

Her hazel eyes drop to my lips, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. I can barely contain the low growl at the back of my throat.

I grab the back of her neck and capture her lips with mine. She moans as our lips touch and the little devil kisses me back. Her lips move perfectly against mine.