Chapter 173

Judy’s POV

“Gavin…” I gasped, not prepared for the overwhelming feeling of his body pressing against mine in the dark of the hotel suite. “Where’s Nan and Chester?”

“I sent them away so we could have a little chat,” he said, his tone lethal. “Did you really think you could keep this from me? Even if I didn’t overhear you, I would have found out one way or another.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, his close proximity making me weak-kneed.

“I had it handled…” I told him, trying to sound confident, but failing miserably.

“Handled?” He nearly laughed without humor. “Then why is your father still in prison?”

“I’ve been paying off his debt…” I said softly. “But they keep piling on more interest… we couldn’t even afford a lawyer, and all the ones appointed to him are corrupted by the Cash family.”

“You know what could have helped you in that situation?” He asked, his eyes narrowed to slits. “Telling a goddamn Lycan.”

I flinched at the harsh tone he used. He finally pushed off the wall to create some distance between us, but the distance seemed almost cold. He turned his back on me, and I watched him brush his fingers through his hair.

“Do you know what’s even worse?” Gavin asked, breaking through the silence that started to consume us. “You allowed him into our lives… you allowed me to allow him to marry my daughter.”

“But he didn’t—”

“But he would have!” Gavin growled, whipping around to face me. “He would have married Irene and then what? Break her heart worse than he already has? Hurt her physically and mentally? Drained her of everything she’s worth and then came after me?”

“I didn’t think—”

“No, you weren’t thinking,” Gavin snapped, interrupting me once again. “You weren’t thinking about anybody but yourself. It was a selfish act not to tell me the entire truth about what was happening. I could have put an end to it long ago.”

I nibbled on my lower lip, hating that my cheeks were flushed, and tears were brimming in my eyes. I wasn’t going to let them fall right now though; I didn’t want him to see that kind of weakness in me.

“What are you going to do with him?” I found myself asking, my voice barely a whisper.

I gasped when I felt him pressing against me once again, pinning me to the wall, though it wasn’t as rough as before, my heart still skipped a beat from his closeness.

“Does it matter?” He asked, his tone low and almost sultry as he whispered against my ear, his breath warm on my features. “Why do you care what happens to him? Do you still care for him?”

“No,” I said without hesitation, my own tone breathy. “But Irene does, despite what she might say.”

“Now you care about my family?” He asked, almost mockingly.

That was it for me; that was what pissed me off the most. How dare he think I don’t care about his family. I love his family; despite all Irene has done to make sure I wasn’t in the picture, I knew it was because of her love for Ethan that drove her to do those things. Now that she sees him for who he really is, our relationship can rebuild. But never stopped caring about her; both her and Matt had become important to me, and for Gavin to accuse me of not caring for them… caring for him… it pushed me over the edge.

I shoved him off me; typically, my strength wouldn’t be a match against his, but because he wasn’t prepared for my rage, he stumbled back a step, giving me some space.

I pointed my finger at him, rage flaring through my eyes.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of not caring for your family, Gavin. I love your family. They have become my family despite everything. I only didn’t tell Irene because I was afraid, she’d hurt herself if she knew that the man she loved, the one she chose as her mate and wanted to spend the rest of her life with, was only using her and cheating on her any chance he got. I didn’t tell you because it was my word against Ethan's and honestly, I didn’t think you’d believe me. Not to mention my father has too much pride to ask outsiders for help, including a Lycan, and he told me that he, no matter what, won’t accept money from anyone other than his family. I thought he'd refuse if you were to pay off his debt. I was also embarrassed that we allowed something like this to happen and I didn’t want to confess to what happened to someone I was sleeping with! So, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but don’t you dare call me selfish when everything I do is for everyone else—”

His lips were on mine before I could finish the rant. It was a kiss filled with need and anguish. He had me pressed against the wall again in seconds, his strong arms caging me in on either side as he deepened the kiss, his tongue making its way into my mouth and exploring me with such earnest that my heart felt as if it was about to beat right out of my chest.

“You are not just someone I am sleeping with,” he said against my lips; he nipped at my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth before he resumed kissing me deeply.

I had no idea what that meant, but all the fight I had in me dissipated the second his lips were on mine. I kissed him back with as much frenzy as I could muster. Soon, he was lifting me off the ground and carrying me over to my bed, his kisses becoming bruising and filled with a lust that easily matched.

He broke his kiss from my mouth and ran his lips down the nape of my neck, nipping and sucking on my sweet spots, drawing out a moan from my lips as he ran his tongue across my chest, pulling my shirt over my head and leaving me in my bra. His eyes darkened when he saw the black lace of my bra and he let out a low growl and a curse as his lips continued to lick and suck my cleavage.

I felt my bra loosen as he undid the strap with ease, allowing it to fall to the bed. He threw it across the room before I had the chance to protest.

His lips wrapped around my nipple, making it pebble in his mouth as he teased it. I let out another moan, my back arching from the sensation and I felt a smile tipping the corner of his lips.

“So responsive to my touch,” he murmured as he resumed teasing my breast. He did the same tortuous teasing with the other one before he kissed down my body, taking my pants and panties off in the process, leaving me completely bare to him.

He kissed my inner thighs, but then he brought his lips back to mine and he kissed me with hunger like no other. Like he was a starving man, and I was his last meal.

He pulled his own shirt over his head and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of his incredibly toned body. I ran my fingers down his chiseled chest and abs, my fingers brushing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

His eyes were dark as he took me and I could see the smug smirk on his face because he knew that I was attracted to him with every fiber of my being.

I didn’t need to use words for him to know what I wanted. Soon, he was pulling off his pants, taking his boxers off with them. Both our breathing was rigid as his lips found mine again in a searing kiss that made me see stars. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his length poking at my entrance, testing my slit and making me wetter than I ever had been before.

A low growl escaped his throat as he breathed me in; our breaths mingled.

He slowly pushed inside me, way slower than I thought he would because of how rough he was only a few moments ago, but now it seemed as if he was taking tender care of me as he pushed his manhood into my core. We both gasped at the sensation as my core swallowed every inch of him.

I let out another moan, my walls forming around him and making the perfect hideaway for his cock as his lips were mine again. He quickened his pace, pulling almost out before slamming back inside me. His movements slow but deep, making me gasp and moan each time.

He nipped at my ear, his breath warm against my features as he continued to slam his entire length into me, hitting that perfect spot each time.

“Make no mistake, Judy,” he said in a low and threatening tone. “You are mine…and I always protect what is mine.”