The kiss sets me on fire. All the pain completely disappearing. It's just him. And his lips.
The kiss is like an answer to a question I didn't know I was asking.
We mold into each other. Our lips moving together so harmoniously it's as though we've done this a thousand times before.
I hastily bring my fingers into his hair. Massaging his scalp as he kisses me. He moans into my mouth, bringing his hands down from my face to roam my body. Where his hand's touch I feel tingles blossom underneath, the feeling so good I can't help the moan that comes from me. He grips me harder at the sound. I feel him harden against my stomach. Immediately making me need more of him, to feel more of him.
I reach down t
"Here, try to eat this," Dyl smiles, handing me a warm bowl. He had spent all morning making the soup Will tells me. I sip delicately at it, the pain in my ribs making it hard to drink and eat anything.They were all surrounding me; Dyl, Jarrod, Christophe, John and four other boys I didn't know the names of. Will sat beside me, a pillar to lean against when sitting by myself got hard. I still felt the weight of his lips against mine. The vamps look more or less fine. Not a single scratch on them, to add insult to injury. The light brown, wooden dining table was large enough to occupy such a company."So," I say between small mouthfuls, "are you going to finally explain to me what happened yesterday?"The boys shift un-comfortably. And I remember how well this conversati
Christophe groans as I place him on the counter of the bathroom sink. John helped me walk him through the house, disappearing once Chris was settled. Something about recon, he said. He has a habit of disappearing.I wring the clothe I'm holding under the water. The blood on his face has dried somewhat, crusting in corners. I don't think about Will, and where he is. Or the giant wolf crushing me into the ground.I bring the clothe to Christophe's face, gently wiping the blood off. He hardly flinches when I go over his cuts. I don't mention how I can see the skin slowly stitching itself together. I think deep down, I still can't process it. The sheer magic of these people in my life.Christophe's eyes stay fixated on my face as I clean his. A hint of a smile on his lips. I
The next day I collect the books out of my locker. It feels weird to be back at school, considering everything that happened in the last few days. My shoulder felt almost normal and my ribs were merely a dull ache. The reason for that was leaning against the locker next to mine. His hand firmly placed in my back jean pocket."Hurry up," Will wines, pouting his plump lips at me. I try my best not to think about those same lips... pressed against me."I am," I say mentally shaking my head, the image out of it, and slamming my locker door shut. He immediately takes my books from me, and my bag. And gives me this lopsided smile that tells me he knows exaclty where my mind went."You know I am capable of carrying my own things.""Doesn't mean you should," he says, putting an arm around my shoulder and pressing his lips to my temple. We walk that way into the classroom, Will pulls a table closer to his for me too sit in. I raise my eyebrows at him, a ghost of a
I can't fight Will as he drags me through the school. He shredded the note within seconds of reading it. And decided school was over for the day. The pack flocked us as we walked out of school."Will I have several assignments," I grit my teeth, pulling against him. He doesn't let up. His grip iron. I try again, "Will." I whine. I was an honour student in New York. School, good grades, these things were important to me."No Andrea. We're going somewhere safe until we know what we're dealing with." Pulling away had no effect. And Brian was at my back."I'm tired of this Will, I just want a day. ONE day, of normalcy." I managed to pull him to a halt.My eyes plead with his, "Give that too me." He sighs throug
"Wake up baby," Will's finger graze the length of my spine. I mumble something incoherent, savouring the feeling of his fingers. The warmth of the bed underneath me. He continues to graze my back. Laughing softly when he realises I have no intent to get up."Andrea," he sings, "you need to get up." I grumble an inaudible no, moving to curl around his body. He laughs, running his fingers through my hair. I purrr at the feeling."Everyone's here babe, they're in the dining room," he tries to move away from me, but I hold on tightly. His smooth skin is too comfortable. He laughs, it's a deep, throaty laugh, his voice a tone lower from sleeping.He wrangles me, picking me up bridal style."Noooo," I whine, resting my head on his bare shoulder. He walks us into the
"Calm down," I scramble after Will as he marches up the stairs. His shoulders so taunt I know he's fighting a shift. He doesn't respond and continues towards his bedroom. He doesn't slam the door in my face much to my relief.I swing into the bedroom, eyes dancing around the room. I spot his clothes bunched in the corner, the door to the bathroom shut. I take hesitant steps into the room, dread filling my stomach.He's not just mad, he's full of rage. I saw the self-control it took him to not kill Christophe. I know, deep down, he did it for me.I take a deep, shaky, breath as I approach the bathroom door. Opening it with trembling, nervous hands. Steam hits me in the face, so intense it blows my hair back. Regardless, I walk in, undressing myself with each step. I
Will manages to walk my bags with his down the stairs without much effort. His mood light considering the plan. And the damned car. We were leaving, goingback. And he was coming with me.It had been hard to sleep last night. The boys thought the fire was started by whoever left me that note. But I hadn't been able to get Christophe's ghost smile out of my mind. He'd been quiet once the flame was put out. And so was John, whom had left to get our stuff from the other house. Will managed to sleep like the dead. Must be nice.All our gear was now pilled in a black Jeep. And John had somehow managed to get the Pack a car of their own. It left me wondering, exactly, how deep my father's pockets ran.I had always been well off growing up. Our house was nic
I ignore Will as we take our seats. His seat being conveniently next to mine. Instead, I keep myself looking out the window, starring at the barran tarmac. The airhostess is easy to drown out and she goes through the simpliest list of safety instructions probably ever seen on an aircrat. I keep to myself even as the plane started moving."Andrea," Will says quietly. I ignore him. I'll talk to him when I feel the heat simmer in my gut."Andreaa," he whispers again, this time drawing out my name.His hand grabs my leg."What?" I finally turn from the window, irritation pulsing through me. His silver eyes blink at me. Vibrant and awed."The plane is moving," he says a tad breathlessly. What?"What did you say?" I frown at him. He whips his head around frantically."It's moving Andrea." What the fuck.He grabs my leg so tightly I jolt in my seat. The plan turns slowly, starting its ascent down the runaway. As the plane increases its spread, Wills hand clutches my thigh tighter."Oh my God