Giving orders...

-No! I didn't! His chin is hard. And the chest. She muttered with growing irritation. And she looked away in disgust.

-You know, I'd really like to bite that lip myself. Morgan joked carefully.

He expected Kassuim to be wary of his proximity.

She gasped in surprise. And she stopped, gaping. She expected him to rant.

-Really?-She ​​challenged low. He hadn't approached her since he'd tasted her blood. -And why don't you? - She was angry anyway and her hand hurt. - Won't you be angry? She should be angry.

Morgan stared at her awkwardly, trying to remember. The woman was an empath. Naturally he was irritated.

-I'm angry. – He said seriously. "Giles had orders… Not the case, Cassie.

The whole situation seemed to have her patience running thin. She was fed up with it all. She might as well argue. She hated that her husband kept his distance from her. Even more so now when all she wanted was to throw herself into his arms or for him to hold her.

-You're angry. It is understandable that you are angry.

-You have no idea how angry I am. - she assured.

Richard sighed. He had taken every opportunity to prove the girl's innocence.

-I'm sorry, Cassie. I'm really sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen.

She rolled her eyes again.

-Feels a lot? Accidents happen, but you, with your control over everything, make the decisions yourself. She chose... Could have told and...

Morgan was surprised.

-I do not believe this. You're still frustrated with…" He hissed in amazement. The girl was possessed. – Is that a challenge, Ms. Morgan?

His gaze froze. Suddenly Kassuim was aware of his sensuality, all too aware of his closeness. His eyes felt burning. The sweet breath bathed her skin. she felt feverish

-Oh, it's not a challenge! – His finger teased, touching her lips in a caress that made her shiver. - I thought you were going to provoke me.

He didn't know why he was doing this. It was perhaps her insecurity after Thalagar had surprised her. He pulled the woman into his arms, allowing his wife to feel his body pressed against hers in an unexpected movement that surprised her. This time his smile was absolute.

-You really like danger, girl. - She continued with a low voice. - I'm impressed. He must also have punched really hard. I doubt his finger isn't broken. In this I am proud of you. He put the rascal to run...

She gasped. How could he say such a thing? Kassuim's mouth just didn't have any saliva. She lost herself in the mischievous smile that had direct and immediate effects on the muscles of her lower abdomen.

-Proud? I broke my damn finger. What a hell! Broke, didn't I?

"I don't think Will would approve of your vocabulary, sweetheart. What do you think would happen? Have you noticed your clothes? Leave nothing to the imagination, woman.

Kassuim blushed under his surprised gaze. Her astonishment was so genuine that Morgan might have lashed out. He wasn't going to have to explain that. Good God!

-And now, sweetness, who's being silly? Morgan laughed lewdly. - Didn't you notice that your clothes mold and fit perfectly on your hips? It was tolerable when you were a kid and you didn't have the sleek curves of a woman.

Kassuim frowned in disbelief. insinuating?

Provocative?

Why, she was awkward. The very thin body. And her breasts. Teasing was a very different idea than she had of herself. His fingers continued to trace her lips with exasperating slowness.

-Want me to name some privateers who have been repairing? Morgan was still pressing. – Perhaps one you know; others would surely be impressed. You're too provocative not to notice it.

She shook her head, making a new face. She doubted that clumsy and bland could seem desirable to anyone. God, his gaze made desire palpable and hot to heat her insides. Leaning down, he began to kiss her, kisses lightly along her chin, following a dangerous trail down her neck.

-Have you noticed how the foreman is always kind and so attentive?- Morgan pressed lightly. – He's a wolf. You are very fragrant.

His expression was one of pure pleasure and it made her squirm, leaving her breathless.

-Philip.. I really don't like the way he looks..., Rick, please... I know he's your brother, but...

-I like your smell.

Her kiss came hot and possessive as he took her lips, teasing, his tongue meeting hers in a muffled moan. Kassuim sighed, completely forgetting the hand and the anger, hormones rebelling, noticing her husband excited. The feel of his mouth on hers was unexpected and sensual. She was heaving with desire, the musculature of her lower abdomen experiencing an ache so hot and sharp it made her shiver.

-You are really beautiful.

Surprise. His words... Wow. The man knew how to be seductive. His voice, so soft and velvety, felt like a caress that made her burn. He hadn't kissed her like this in several days.

-Philip... he... he's an old man! Rick, I hate your brother.- Kassuim protested. She was melting in his hands. Every nerve ending was fully aware of theirs on her skin.

-He's a man. He is wolf. She got his attention. Let's get this sorted out and…" There was slight irritation in Morgan's voice. I can assure you that you have all sorts of ideas that would make me gladly punch you.

She blinked in wonder. So fast she didn't even notice, Morgan gripped her twisted finger firmly and a low crack accompanied her ragged breath. Kassuim screamed as his finger was pulled and replaced.

She laid her head on his chest in disgust. The finger not only throbbed, it radiated maddening hooks, concentrating on the thumb and spreading through the wrist.

-There! - She screamed pressing her hand against her chest. Her finger was broken, she could feel it.

Morgan sighed as she swallowed hard.

-You broke my finger!

- Honey, you broke your finger. It needed to be replaced. – he was now practical and controlling.- The healing process is fast. Perks of being a wolf.

Kassuim could scream in frustration. He was not a child to be treated as such.

-I only wish I had hurt the unfortunate. She grumbled, trying to move her hand slowly. - The bastard didn't even feel it.

Morgan's expression hardened.

-I can definitely find a way around this. I guarantee I will like it a lot.

She unhappily sighed.

-Next time I'll get someone my size- she promised, angry.- Humph.

Morgan raised an irritated eyebrow. Her breath was rough. A firm hand held her hair as he looked at her seriously. Her gaze burned with fury.

-I can assure you. There will be no next time. Not if Thalagar intends to stay alive. - He spoke as he nibbled her ear slowly. - I want you, Ms. Morgan. You are mine.

Kassuim closed his eyes, a maddening wave of pleasure coursing through his blood, intoxicating faster than wine.

-Philip, everyone will see...Rick. How do you expect to explain all your brother's lies... and...?

He could have growled. To hell what they were going to say. This time he was going to give plenty of reason for comment. He was going to show everyone who the girl belonged to. Woe to the unfortunate man who dared to approach her. And provide dresses. His gaze was so frowning that no one looked.

-It's for everyone to see. – he assured with conviction. 'I'll have water heated up for a hot bath.' And provide dinner. You will eat. His voice was imperious but gentle.

-But...

It was absolutely delicious to be in his arms. He was driving her crazy with teeth nipping at her ear. Even his breathing was teasing. It was disturbing and confusing. He was showing everyone what her territory was.