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stepped toward him until they were inches apart and held out a hand. “Give me my phone.”
    “If you want it, come get it.” He lifted a dark eyebrow in challenge.
    Swallowing hard, she looked at the front of his jeans where the bulge of her phone was. Yeah, that so wasn’t happening. Glancing past him, she looked at the bike. She could be stubborn and walk home, but that thought wasn’t appealing. So she ignored him and strode toward the bike. After sliding onto the back—no helmets for either of them apparently—she sat there and tried to ignore the heated stare he gave her.
    A combination of red-hot fury and lust rolled off him, both of which she could do without. She wasn’t scared that Jayce would hurt her, but she didn’t want to deal with his anger. Despite her desire to fight with him, when they argued things almost always ended up in the bedroom.
    And she definitely couldn’t handle that right now.
    Too many things had happened since they’d been together, and she had too much resentment toward him. She averted her gaze, purposely ignoring him as he got on the bike in front of her. As he tore out of the driveway she had no choice but to hold on to him.
    Sliding her hands around his waist, she tried to ignore the strength beneath her fingertips. His back was incredibly muscular and the feel of it pressing against her breasts was almost enough to take her back to when they’d been together. Back to when they’d actually liked each other, not just physically wanted each other.
    Nine months wasn’t that long, but it might as well have been a lifetime. She was a different person now even if he wasn’t.
    When he took another sharp turn she gripped him tighter. Over the sound of the rushing wind, she thought she heard him laugh, but it was impossible to tell.
    After what felt like an eternity they pulled up to December’s house. Kat immediately jumped off the bike and headed for the front door. She could get her phone later. Before she’d made it up the front steps, Jayce passed her and inserted a key into the lock.
    Gritting her teeth, she hung back as he stepped inside without giving her a backward glance. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    He didn’t bother to turn around as he flipped on a light in the foyer. “We’re talking. Now.”
    For the first time since she’d seen him that night she was beginning to second-guess her decision to bait him earlier. She should have just kept her mouth shut. Sighing, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. But she didn’t bother locking it. Jayce wouldn’t be staying long.
    Leaning against the closed door, she crossed her arms over her chest as he turned to face her. Under the small decorative chandelier in the entryway his gray eyes almost seemed to glitter. She refused to look away, but she was thankful for the door holding her up. “What do you want to talk about?”
    He took a menacing step toward her. “You and your bullshit.” Before she could lay into him, he continued. “You might not care about yourself, but every time you go out in public without telling anyone where you are, you put the entire pack in danger. You might be an adult, but you have the skills of a cub. Until you learn to control your urges and your ability to shift, you need to use your fucking head.” All his words were gravelly and filled with anger.
    “I didn’t ask for this life,” she snapped.
    “No. You didn’t. But at least you’re alive. It’s time to stop feeling sorry for yourself.” He covered the distance between them, and before she realized what he intended, he caged her against the door with his body and braced his hands on either side of her head.
    Asshole.
“I don’t feel sorry for myself.” Maybe she did, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
    His snort told her he didn’t believe a word she said, but he didn’t contradict her. “If you have a need to find sexual release, you won’t search it out with any other male but
me
.”