Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

11

Maya

Forge looks tormented. He’s hiding something from me, and I don’t like it one bit.

“What is it?” I repeat.

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

I wriggle and thrash in his arms until he puts me down. Then I face him, hands on hips. “Am I your mate?” I demand.

He kind of recoils, like he’s surprised by the question. Then an emotion flashes in his eyes. Something soft, unguarded. A week ago, I wouldn’t have believed such an emotion existed beneath that intimidating exterior. But there it is.

“Of course you are, Maya,” he growls. “My one and only.”

I’m trying to be fierce and uncompromising, but I can’t help melting, just a little bit.

Then his gaze drops to my tits, which I’m well aware are jutting out right now, like I’m trying to draw attention to them. I shiver as my nipples harden. Then my pussy, ever the traitor, starts to ache for him.

I will keep looking Forge in the eye. I will not look down and check whether his cock is getting hard.

I’ve got this.

“You don’t keep secrets from your mate,” I say sternly.

I don’t know if that’s true. Maybe Forge thinks it’s A-OK to have the kind of relationship where you don’t know what your mate is doing or thinking.

But I’m not going to stand for it.

And he looks chastened.

“I’ve got to leave for a few days,” he blurts out. “Take care of some business.”

I cock an eyebrow. “What… kind… of…business?” I enunciate.

The corner of his lips tugs up.

I shake my head. “What’s funny?”

He shrugs. “Just impressed at how badass you are, is all.”

“Oh.” I clear my throat. Pretend like I’m not flustered at the compliment.

“You’d better tell me, Forge,” I say in a softer tone. “I need to know I can trust you.”

He blinks. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He does one of his fierce exhales. One of those ones that I expect to be accompanied by flames. Or at least smoke.

He folds his arms.“My contact has found your brother.”

“No way—!”

He holds his hand up. “He’s gotten himself caught up with another pack.”

He doesn’t look happy about this. At all. Ice shoots down my spine. “He’s in danger, isn’t he?”

He nods. “My contact says he’s way out of his depth. He doesn’t seem to realize how evil they are.”

I stagger backward as I absorb the news. “Can I get a message to him? Tell him he has to leave right now?”