Page 50 of Wolf Blood

Rhone had officially turned my plan against me.

Dammit.

If I’d been thinking straight, I would’ve had a plan for that, but I wasn’t sure it was possible for me to think straight anymore.

"Thanks for the clothes," I said.

My fingers were on my fang necklace again. I was hoping it would center me, but it still hadn't. Maybe I was centerless.

"They look good." He sat down beside my couch, leaning his back up against the lower part of it. "We're going back for more tacos."

"You don't sound happy about that."

"I don't like public events."

"I don't like food."

"Did you throw it up?"

My answer was grudging, but I wasn't going to lie. "No."

"Good." Rhone's gaze lingered on something across the wall.

"I don't want another taco."

"I didn't ask if you wanted another taco."

"Maybe I should just start kissing you every time you try to force me to do something. I've never seen you that uncomfortable before."

His shoulders tensed slightly. "I don't like to be used."

"I wasn't using you—and using you is exactly what I'm doing every time I bite you."

"You were. And biting is different."

"How?" The question applied to both of his statements.

"You used me to send a message to the enforcers."

"Ikissedyou so they would realize that I'm interested in you."

"You aren't interested in me. Drinking my blood turns you on—I'm aware of that. There's a difference between being physically attracted to someone and being interested in them. You weren't stating your interest by kissing me. You used me and the kiss to make the pack believe you're not opposed to my possessiveness, so they wouldn't cause problems for Maverick."

I blinked.

Then blinked again.

"It wasn't that deep," I said.

"Exactly."

"Did you want it to mean something?" My voice was almost incredulous.

"I didn't want you to kiss me in front of a crowd."

He hadn't wanted me to kiss him.

"Leave," I said numbly.