You were teasing Mountain all day, and he was sick of it, your attitude, snarky comments, and your stupid smirks.

He was done. You were standing in front of him as he sat in the kitchen, glaring up at you. He suddenly slammed his coffee mug to the table and growled.

“I’m giving you ten seconds to run, if I catch you, your mine for the night. And I won’t be gentle.” He flexed his hands and began to growl.

“You better run little mouse.” He snarled, his eyes dominant and dangerous.