A/N: Updating today as I won't have time tomorrow morning.
A huge thanks to Tiffany & Sherry for working with me on this chapter x x
Chapter 3
Isabella didn't enjoy sharing the savage's horse. She wasn't used to being in such a close proximity to a man. She didn't like the way his right hand rested below her breast, holding her firmly to his chest or the way his hot breath hit the exposed part of her neck. It was causing all sorts of strange and unusual feelings in the pit of her stomach. She didn't quite feel in control of herself.
"Do you have a name?" she inquired, hoping to find a distraction.
The savage didn't answer her at first, which only served to infuriate her more. The least he could do was give her his name, especially when he had her in such a compromising position.
Edward smirked to himself. Lady Swan was certainly an unusual creature. She had fire inside her and wasn't frightened to speak her mind. He liked that about her, none of the women from his home would dare speak out of turn, but she was going to have to learn to control that mouth of hers if she wanted to fit in at his home and be accepted by his clan.
"My name's Edward, Edward Menzies," he said after several minutes, figuring that he had teased her long enough.
Isabella nodded, pleased that he had finally shared his name.
"This here is Jasper," Edward said, pointing to the man to his right. Jasper nodded at Isabella. "And the one to our left is Demetri, and the one behind us is Collin."
"Thank you," Isabella mumbled, feeling less dubious now that she knew their names. "Where are you taking me?" She asked, and then asked a second time when he didn't reply.
"Home," Edward replied curtly. He wasn't overly fond of talking and Lady Swan certainly asked far too many questions for his liking. He thought the woman would be grateful that he had decided to take care of her and had not left her to defend for herself. If he had any idea that she was going to yap so much he would have deeply considered leaving her to her own kind, the English.
"And where is that?" She asked. When he didn't respond, she sighed exasperatedly. "Are you not even going to ask after my name?"
"What is your name?" Edward asked, in the hope that she'd quieten down once she told him.
"Isabella Marie Swan," she said, turning to face him slightly.
Edward flinched. He wished she would stop wriggling around. The way her arse kept rubbing up against him was driving him wild with a need, and he was pretty sure her maidenhood was still intact. He didn't want to be the one to steal it from her. He wouldn't put that kind of shame on her, but if she didn't stop, then she would leave him with no choice.
"Keep still," he snapped, moving her to face the front again and pinning her against his chest.
Isabella stilled, but only because she had no idea what would happen if she provoked the Savage's temper. She wondered if she had done the right thing by running away and if Edward was going to turn out just as bad as Baron Segrave.
She was also concerned about what he planned to do to her when they arrived at his home. He was in no mood to talk, so she had no other option than to wait. She just hoped that it wouldn't take too long to get there. She was beginning to feel very weary.