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would have smiled at the fieriness in Darra’s voice, because no one had ever dared talk to him that way. And if they did, well they never fucking did it again. But hearing it come from Darra was almost … cute.
    “Uh.” The guy looked between them again, and his uneasiness mounted. “Maybe I uh, yeah, I’m just going to go.” He made a move toward the front door, but Brick was blocking it and the other man hesitated. The guy looked familiar, but it was most likely just the fact Brick had seen him around town at some point.
    “You don’t have to go, Jake.” Darra’s surprise soon turned to annoyance and anger. “What the hell, Brick?”
      He stared at her for several seconds, and the tension in the room increased. “What?” He said that one word without any emotion, but then again the only thing he felt right now was the need to kick someone’s ass and draw blood.
    Her eyes widened slightly and then promptly narrowed. Jake was easing his way around Brick and toward the front door. Brick turned and looked at him, bared his teeth, and got satisfaction when Jake made a noise and hauled ass out of there. Good, maybe the fucker would think twice about trying anything on with what was Brick’s.
    His . Yeah, Darra was his, and his bear was making that pretty damn clear. He looked down and gritted his teeth, knowing that there was going to be repercussions for his actions when it came to Darra, but there hadn’t been anyway for him to stop himself from doing this. His bear took control, and when it concerned this female, the one he wanted more than he had ever wanted anything before, then his animal did whatever the fuck it wanted to do. “If you choose a male…” He lifted just his eyes so he was staring at her. “Then make sure it is one that won’t piss himself and leave you here with a male that just broke down your front door.” He growled out the last word, because even if Darra had told Jake she knew Brick, that asshole shouldn’t have left her alone. Fuck, she was hot when she was pissed, and what he imagined was having her pull at his hair, bite at his flesh, and claw at his back as he fucked her good and hard. He’d make her realize that he was for her, and she was his.
    “You … I just can’t believe you.” She threw her hands up in the air, and he could see the way they shook from her emotions. “You can’t just come into someone’s house and go all alpha , like I’m your piece of property or something.”
    He smirked, a twinge of humor filling him at the fire that came from her. “I don’t even know you, but you’re acting like,” she looked away for a second, and although he knew what she was going to say, everything inside of him tightened at the idea that she was going to say it.
    “Say it.” He growled out those two words. At that moment he needed to hear her say it more than he needed to fucking breathe.
    She snapped her head toward him, and she clenched her jaw. “Like I’m yours.”
    He took a step toward her, and he watched as she inhaled deeply and held her breath. “This thing that I feel for you,” he took another step toward, “doesn’t make any sense.” He moved closer and closer, until the shattered plate crunched beneath his boots and he was only inches from her. She had to crane her head back in order to look at his face, and Brick tightened his hands against his outer thighs in order to stop himself from reaching out and touching her.
    “What?” Her voice was so low and soft that it was nothing but a mere whisper.
    He heard her regardless, and felt his dick harden over the fact this female tried to act so strong, but had him adoring her even more. She grew visibly pliant in front of him, and the sweet scent of the arousal she was so desperately trying to keep in check made its way out of her and filled his nose. He closed the distance between them, and she retreated one step back. They did this dance of steps until the counter in her kitchen stopped her