His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 23

His breathing was hard and controlled and every now and then I'd hear him growl. He'd glance down at me and tightened his hold, letting out another low growl.

"I'm only going to say this once Mate," he snarled. "You belong to me." After that he was silent, leaving only the rumble of engine between us. I noticed that his knuckles were white on the steering wheel, he was gripping it so hard.

I looked out the passenger side window, too afraid to start my own conversation. A part of me shouted to apologize, only to make him happy and have him quit this whole creepy façade.

"Where were you gonna go anyway?" Vincent snarled. "I'm all you have! Your parents kicked you out! I'm your only family now! Seriously, though? Where?"

I couldn't tell him Florida. "Iceland," I lied.

Vincent's chest vibrated with the deep growl he let out. I realized that he left his shirt at Danni's house. I also seemed to notice that he looked bigger, like his muscles grew or something.

"You know Reykjavík is actually a territory where both werewolves and vampires live?" he growled. "You like vampires more than me or something?"

Right now I totally do. He seemed to be confrontational with this question, ready to fight me if I answered it wrong. His arms strained, fighting to keep control.

"I've never met a vampire," I said.

Vincent didn't respond. We pulled up in front of his house and he pulled me out of the truck, keeping a tight grip on my arm as he led me up the walkway. The legend of Lacey, the girl who was attacked by her pissed off werewolf mate, flashed in my mind. He's going to kill me!

Vincent's going to take me inside the house where he'll kill me! The whole up the walkway he wouldn't look at me, but instead had his hand tightly coiled around my wrist, totally bruising it. My heart sped up and I started to wheeze. I can't go into this house. If there's one thing in life I should never do, it's never go into a psychotic werewolf's house.

Vincent stopped in front of the door and let go of me to turn the key into the lock. And that was all I needed.

Wolf-Vincent carried me upstairs, swinging me over his shoulder. He walked into his bedroom and literally threw me onto the bed. I tried to get up and maybe jump out of the window, but he pounced on me, pinning me down onto the bed underneath his immense form.

"Mine!" he snarled, licking the side of my face.

We laid there for a while, in the position he had told me about the other night. This was the one where the werewolf trapped the mate to him, pinning them under their weight. Vincent shifted back into his human form, the weight decreasing a little on me.

"Why'd you run?" he demanded.

Isn't it obvious? "Because!" I shouted, pushing on his chest with all my might. Surprisingly, he moved off me. I stood up off the bed and turned to face him, my own face red with anger.