“Matias!” giving him a ‘go answer the phone’ look. He protested in a growl and stole another kiss from me, before leaving to grab the cell. Getting down, my legs just about gave out, thank god he has his back to me. Brushing past him he watching me walk all the way into the bedroom, before answering the phone.

    “What!” Annoyed.
    “Sir, yes sir.” guess he should of answered the phone sooner. Hanging up and walking into the bedroom. He caught me bent over with my jeans just up to my ass and me digging threw my bag for a shirt. Biting his lip and growling he walked over to me.
    “Your killing me” grabbing my arm and pulling me upward.
    “Huh?” stupid face.
    “Pull your pants up or I’ll take them off.” holding my arm outward.
    “you have to let go first.” Smiling.
    “And if I don’t?” Grinning. I signed.
“Well I guess I could do it with one hand, but it will take longer.” I wasn’t getting where he was going with his remark.

    “Err, never mind.” Dropping my arm and moving to the wall and waiting for me to finish.
    “Okay” Shrugging and going back to digging in my bag.  Hearing something from where he stood, I looked with one eye. His white shirt was starting to turn red on his side, and his face was lower and frowning. I couldn’t see his eyes, but they looked closed.
    “Matias!” Walking over to him, his head lifted.
    “What!” not happy.
    “Your wound.” lightly lifting his shirt. He swatted my hand away.   
    “Its fine” grumbling at me, while crossing his arms. Yea okay cause it looks super fine, I am not dealing with a wounded Alpha.
    “Don’t be such a hard ass” Grabbing his arm and doing my best to tug him towards the bathroom. He didn’t budge.

    “I’m not moving.” closing his eyes and sort of grinning in amusement. Oh so were gunna be like that…okay I know this game very well. Buttoning my pants I staid in front of him, his eyes twitched feeling me not leaving. They opened with a whirlwind of annoyance.
    “What are you staring at?” The wound must of hurt like hell, cause he was doing his best to keep his voice lower.

    “If you let me look at it and fix you up….” I thought for a moment, his interest was peeked. “I’ll reward you” Smiling and pushing my chest out, making his face go red. He was thinking about it.
    “What kind of reward?” If I didn’t have good hearing I wouldn’t of caught that.
    “Umm could be anything, you’ll just have to wait and see.” frowning and looking out the window he nodded. Letting me pull him into the bathroom. In the bathroom I grabbed a few things as he stood to the side of me, still having his arms crossed.

    “Take your shirt off” pulling a bandage on the sink.
    “Stripping me now?” Grinning with joy.
    “Don’t be weird.” huffing and reaching for a few other items. He ripped the shirt off making four or five buttons fly in all directions. Dramatic are we?
    Dropping the shirt on the floor and pulling the black tank over his head and dropping that as well. I could see he was having way more fun with this then me, tightening his chest and making his twelve or what ever crazy number its was pack more defined. Signing again and standing up, I need him to sit.

    “Sit” Pointing at the lid to the toilet. He growled, aww wonderful were going to be difficult. Taking a step forward so my breast lightly touched his chest, I whispered.
    “Sit, or the reward wont be as nice.” twinkling my eyes. Frowning and quickly looking away he sat down, almost breaking the seat cover. Men are so predictable. Twisting my finger around I wanted him to spin so I could get to the wound better, he did but not with out a noise. It was pretty nasty, you could see the row of teeth marks and where the fangs had dug in. It didn’t need stitches, but it would need time to heal. Grabbing a wash cloth and dipping it in warm water, then ringing it out. I started to clean the dried blood off, he snarled at me when I touched a tender spot.
    “That hurts!” snapping his jaw in my face.

    “Quit bitching” flicking his cheek. Making him rest his arm on the sink so I could get everything. Every once in a while he would growl or snarl at me, it took holding my fingers like I was going to flick him again to get him to be quiet. Cleaning the holes with some rubbing alcohol, I could tell it was burning and he was really trying not to get mad. I smiled and rewarded him, by lightly blowing on the wound. His body jerked looking down at my closed eyes as I blew on the spot to stop the burning. Opening one eye and looking at his, he turned red. I kept blowing for a few more seconds before asking.

    “Better?” He nodded once and looked away, completely flustered. I didn’t laugh though I really wanted to. Using the bandage I covered the wound and added some easy pull off tape to hold it before wrapping it, this required me to kneel between his legs and wrap my arms around his broad waist. Making him put his hands on top of his head he looked down at me. I was almost sure he was looking at my breasts, considering there were right there. Wrapping my arms around his waist and taking the bandage around only to repeat it several more times.
    I finished with  a small clip that held it snug, then looked up at him.
    “To tight?” tilting my head to the side and looking back at the job I did. Slipping one finger in and checking the tightness.
    “No, its good” lowering his arms.

    He looked a lot calmer and less hostile, I had to use his legs to push myself up, and without realizing it I almost pushed my bra in his face. He didn’t look away.
    “Don’t be lifting anything heavy, or raising the roof.” Playing with him and raising my hands like an idiot. He didn’t say anything.
    “It was a joke Matias” shaking my head.
    “Huh! Ohh right.” He was zoning out, what the hell. Leaving I went to get a shirt. Finally finding the one I wanted I was so happy Marlene found it. It was black with a faded wolf face on the front, the eyes were very realistic and it was my absolute favorite. It was a little snug as I pulled it over my head and straightened it out. Turning around Matias was watching me. Looking from me to the shirt, back to me.

    “What?”
    “That is very revealing.” looking more at the shirt.
    “How? It doesn’t have any holes, or cuts.” Spinning around to look all over the shirt. I was sideways to him, and he couldn’t stop looking at my chest.
    “It…umm. Err. Just huhhh its makes your breast look huge.” Turning from red to pale. I looked straight at him, taking a step away from me, he looked worried.
Laughing with a girly giggle.
    “I know, that’s why I bought it” Holding a finger up and casually walking out of the room. It took him till I passed the bathroom to scream.

    “What!” storming after me. I was in the kitchen now with my head in the freezer. Ohhh ice cream. Taking the pint and popping the lid off. He was growling up a storm, as I looked for a spoon. Now where would I be if I were Matias’s spoons. Tapping my finger to my lips, and looking at the draws. I opened one and got it on the first try, pulling a smaller spoon out.
    “You bought it because it makes you boobs look bigger?” Raising his voice more.
    “Yea” smiling and sticking the spoon in the ice cream. Pushing the loaded spoon into my mouth and letting the ice cream melt a little before pulling it off.
    “Why?” looking for answers.

    “Because I get a lot of attention wearing this shirt, and its got a wolf on it see.” leaning back so you could see the whole wolf.
    “What attention, who’s giving you attention?” his voice grew louder.
    “Men!” saying casually while taking another mouthful. My answer enraged him further.
    “If I catch you wearing that shirt outside this house, I’ll tare it to tiny little pieces.” holding his hands up like he was going to rip something apart. I stopped half mouthful and glared at him, slowly pulling the spoon out of my mouth and pointing it at him.
    “You so much as pull a thread on this shirt, and you’ll never kiss me again. Do I make myself clear?” stepping forward and using my spoon as a weapon, he backed up. I huffed at him and walked off with the ice cream. Standing alone in the kitchen he ran threw all that happened.

    “I just got bullied by a woman who weights less then the paper weight on my desk.” Growling and turning around to see me clicking the tv on.
    “Ohh hell’s kitchen” wiggling into my Indian style seat and gazing at the tv. His hands hit the island in the kitchen and lowered his head. With one eye I glanced over at him, he looked so defeated, hehehe I win. Returning to watch my show. At some point he gave up and sat next to me. Without a word I handing him the spoon and ice cream while still watching the show. I love Chef Ramsay, he’s so freaking cool. The chef just started swearing at a cook, and I laughed making a comment.

    “Stupid girl, how can you not tell its raw. Moron” yelling at the tv, he looked over at me and watched. It went to a commercial and I made a sad noise, getting up and quickly moving to the fridge again.
    “We got anything to eat? I’m starving” sticking my whole head in. I found chicken tucked in the back, smelling it before using it, still good. Placing it on the counter and looking around for something else. Umm god he’s got like nothing in here.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Looking for food, its like you don’t have taste buds, where’s all the extras?” Opening cabinets and moving things around. He came in tossing the empty pint away and watching as I went threw everything.
    “Are you always like this when your hungry?” Folding his arms and propping himself out of the way.

“I get worse if I don’t eat for a while.” turning around and grinning like a child.
    “I don’t think that’s possible.” huffing.
    “Wanna bet!” pulling myself onto the counter and opening the higher cabinets. Tip toeing on the marble counter tops, and pushing open doors, he pushed off the counter and walked over to me.
    “Get down, before you fall.” sticking his hands out incase I really did fall.
    “Oh stop babying me. I have excellent balance.” Spinning around to go the other way making him more nervous. I ended up finding some fried onions and three cans of green beans.
    “err come down”  He grabbed my leg, and it made me loose my balance. Without being able to grab anything I fell, closing my eyes for the impact. It never came, I opened slowly looking into his eyes.
    “Matias?” still holding my three cans and a container of fried onions.
    “I told you” growling and holding me wedding style.
    “Its your fault you grabbed my leg.” whining.
    “From now on if you need something just ask, I’ll get” putting me down and folding his arms like I just bugged him to much. I grinned and put the ingredients on the counter.
    “Okay” kissing his cheek, he went white. I started making food so he didn’t have a chance to do anything more. Turning the oven on and pulling out a pot, adding the green beans with butter and a little salt and pepper, before leaving them on the low setting of the stove. The covered the chicken in the fried onions and egg washed it. Placing it in the over at 350. Set the timer and ran back as the show started again. I left him in the kitchen again.