I walk into the house, still drenched, still pant-less. Do I care? Absolutely not. I'm thankful that no one seems to be home as I walk to my room.
Andrea?" Christophe barges through my door just as I close it.
So much for an empty house.
"Yeh?" I ask him.
"I," he begins then stops, "where are your pants?" I look down at my bare legs and shrug my shoulders.
"Doesn't matter," I look up at him to find him starring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly.
"What have you been doing?" He asks me tensely. His normal softness completely gone.I don't respond, instead, I shrug my top off and walk towards the bathroom. Completely unaffected how close I am to being naked in front of him. It doesn't falter him though, he follows after me, blocking the door I try shutting in his face with his boot.
"Tell me Andrea," he doesn't let up. I muster up enough energy to glare at him, which has no effect and probably doesn't convey anything.
"Nothing Chris, as I said," I try to turn away, but his fingres curl around my arm.
"Then why do you smel-, I mean look like that?" He stutters. I raise my eyebrows at him, "Smell?"
"I just mean uh chlorine," he says, "that's not the point anyway, where were you?" I start feeling angry, "if we're safe here, why does it matter? Why do you have to keep tabs on me?"
"That's what protection is Andrea."
I give him the most irritated expression I could. He frowns at it.
"You might be safe here, but we can't be too careful," he explains further. Like I haven't heard this a thousand times before. I have no reply. Nothing I want to say. My silence pushes him on though.
"What is it, Andrea?" He asks. I whirl on him, "What is what Chris? What do you want me to say?" He looks shocked but recovers quickly. "I want to know how long you've been falling. I WANT to know how I can catch you. I NEED you to tell me how to help you."
I stare at him. The anger towards him fizzling slightly. He clenches his jaw, "That anger you had towards me is the first bit of emotion I've seen from you in over a month Andrea." It's like he's in my head. He moves closer to me, so our bodies are almost touching. I do nothing but stare at his chest.
"Andrea." He says. I look up at him. He's breathing heavily through his nostrils. I realize I'm cold. So cold. Even though the heater is on. Even though I had turned the shower on before Chris had barged in behind me. The steam from the hot water now circulating around the room. Around us. Even though the fog, I could see his light blue eyes. Which were starring at me intensely.
"I'm going to help you," he says, but I barely hear him over the thrumming I now feel in my head. The whole world has become muted to me. My vision zeroes in on those blue eyes, which sparkle to where they seem to glow at me.
"I'm going to help you," he repeats, slowly this time. His hands gripping my arms gently. With each word, I feel lighter and lighter. My head is swimming in light blue hues and fog. My hands itch at the sight, eager to draw what's in front of them but I don't move. Christophe leans forward brushing his lips against my cheek, nibbling along my jaw. I barely feel it.
His mouth moves to my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, then along my shoulder.
In a fluid motion, he cups my butt with his hands, lifting me up so we are face to face. He presses his lips to mine softly. I react to him. My mouth moving in-sync with his. He moves us into the shower, the hot water scalding through my hair and down my back.
He pushes me into the marble wall, using it to hold me up whilst his hand peels the wet hoodie over my head. He barely breaks our lips apart. His tongue caressing mine, his hands moving to unclasp my black bra. He finally puts me down, still kissing me as he unbuckles his drenched pants, kicking them to the side. I help him remove his shirt, pressing my chest into his.
He is solid against me. His strength not matching his lean figure, his long muscular torso. I run my hands up and down it. Feeling the curvature under my fingers. He groans as I pass my palm over his jocks, rubbing him slightly. He bites my shoulder as I continue to rub him, his body shuddering with each movement.
He hastily removes my bra, pressing his solid chest against mine. He kisses me again, tracing my torso with elegant fingers. He gently moves then down, pushing past the string of my underwear. I gasps as he pushes them inside of me, and pulls them out again. He does it repeatedly, and slowly.
Too slowly.
"Your soaking," he grunts in my ear, "and tight." I moan in response. My legs struggling to keep my upright. He pulls his fingers away, using them to push my underwear down. I win from the lack of contact.
"Andrea?" John calls from outside my bedroom. Christophe is away from me from and across the bathroom within seconds. Literal seconds. So fast the force of it causes me to stumble sideways.
He's wrapped a towel around him when I recover. Stiffly walking out the bathroom and into my bedroom without another glance at me. I hear the muffled voices of him and John, too low for me to make out what they're saying. I turn the water off, grabbing the white towel and wrapping it tightly around my body.
I peek through the bathroom door. John and Christophe are squared to each other. The former pointing a finger at the latter. John stops immediately, his eyes adverting towards me. He looks between me and Christophe before shaking his head, turning, and walking out of my room. Christophe turns to look at me, his eyes holding no emotion, before following.
It takes me a minute to register. A minute longer to move from the bathroom. A minute more to realize what I'd just done. I drop the towel, grabbing the nearest, driest hoodie I can find, and sink into my queen bed. I lie there, staring at the ceiling before darkness consumes me.
I awaken slowly. Purposefully slowly. Taking in as much information that I can without betraying my awareness. I knew I was crumpled against a chair. That the left side of my body was in ruin. That I was severely dehydrated, which meant I'd probably been unconscious for ages.I flutter my eyelids over slowly, mainly because the light hurt my eyes. And supported an immediate headache.The headache pounded so aggressively I couldn't stop the groan that escapes me. Someone breathlessly laughs as I blink for my eyes to adjust. I notice I was in a room. That the windows showed daylight. And that I wasn't alone.I didn't react when the black eyed male sat down across from me. I did however, freeze when I saw who sat down next to him.The boy showed me the same friendly smile he gave me at the airport.I straighten slightly, leveling him the most bored look I could muster, "I take it your names not Hayden then?"His smile widens, "Michael, actually." "How's the family, Michael?"This time
"Hello darling," the man purrs. It sent shivers down my back and everything inside me sang. Told me to run.Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.It was wrong. He was wrong.The man leans into the car, his features drawing closer to mine. Pitch black eyes regard me, that smile still resting on his face. The air thins as he nears, my trapped body cringes away. An acidic, earthy smell fills my sense, puncturing a ice bolt through my brain.I vaguely remember a chilling laugh, black smoke pouring from behind him. When my world goes dark.--------Will's pov. I ran out the room. Gunfire continued behind me as the vamps and whoever was attacking us fired off against each other. Glass shatters as explosions sound off from the room. I grit my teeth, flooring it through the hallway.I saw them grab her from the room. Dyl and Brain. I was pinned on the other side, the array of bullets stopping me from moving. They ignored the questions I mentally fired at them. What are you doing? The thought spiked ano
I stare at the limp body. At my mate who was fast asleep under the covers. Disbelief overcomes me. That he would leave me downstairs, in that sauna, by myself, so he could go to sleep? The reasoning was utterly lost on me. So much so I stood motionless at the door, letting the living room light pour in.He didn't budge. Didn't stir even as I busted through the door in panic. I hadn't realised when entering the empty room that maybe I was wrong.I thought that maybe something had happened to him. That I was going to find him, Chris and maybe even John dead in the room. I back away from the bed, out of the door and into the main room. Shutting the door lightly. I turn, only to walk into a solid frame. Chris looks grim as I look up at him. "You okay?" He says, grabbing the side of my arms. I stare at him. Shaking my head numbly. No. I wasn't okay.Those lips thin, and he rubs the sides of my arms. "I'm sorry." He says. I blink. Sorry? Why is he sorry? He didn't leave me downstairs o
Will's pov.I swiftly walk through the gym and into the elevator, my soaked jeans squelching with each step. I knew I seemed like a impatient child jumping from foot to foot but Andrea was downstairs. Naked.Enough said.I bolt from the elevator as the doors open, fast-walking down the passageway whilst simultaneously almost cascading into the walls. Fuck Will, slow down. I clench my fists as I force myself into a slower walk. It was hard. My blood was firing through my body, my wolf growling at me from under my skin. It got worse as Andrea's naked body filled my mind. And it became ever harder to walk.... If you know what I mean.The entire hotel was surrounded by vamps here to protect her. Their stench was a putrid waft into my face ever corner I turned. Meaning...She'll be there when I get back so I really needed to stop fast walking like a crazy lunatic whose never seem a naked woman in his life. I mean none of the other girls could ever compare to Andrea. But seriously, I nee
The elevators open with a ding. The main lobby is mostly empty as the check-in time is over and the front desk is closed for the day.Will walks me to a frosted door and uses the room key to scan us in. Instantly I'm hit with the smell of hygiene spray, padded flooring and chlorine. The underground gym and pool is long, stacked with all kinds of equipment, and empty.I slowly take in my surroundings and eventually my eyes land on Will, "What are we doing? Working out?"He regards me, his expression soft. Gently he nudges me towards him, and places a kiss on my hair. "I want to show you something."Giddy, and slightly confused, I take ahold of his arm and let him lead me into the gym. We navigate through
Turns out, 'off the grid,' meant an Inn that was a mere shuttle distance from the airport. I listened John bark directions as the cars changed course several times. When I asked about it, Chris said something about 'shaking the tail'.'The pack will scope the place first," Will tells as we pile out of the cars. I mentally roll my eyes. Everything felt as tight shipped as a Presidential escort and I wasover it.I swiftly pick up my bags off the ground and head towards the glass doors that open to reveal reception, "I think I can manage," I say over my shoulder as the front doors open. Will gaps and scrambles after me as the young receptionist smiles warmly."Good morning, what can I do for you?" Her light eyes look over my shoulder as over several mal