I shut my eyes, and after hesitating for an embarrassing amount of time, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
When I heard his rough intake of breath, I pried my eyes open, letting my gaze fall on him. The fierce possessives in his eyes staggered me.
"On the bed, Hilda."
A jolt of pleasure ran through me at the use of my name. I made to get on the bed but paused, motioning to the thong I still wore. "And this?"
"It stays on," he said.
I asked no questions. I proceeded to climb onto the bed, but in a split second I was thrown on my back, my hands pinned above my head; Vaughan hovered over me. I licked my lips nervously, my breaths quickening.
He leaned down, his chest just shy of making contact with mine. His hot breath fanned the side of my face when he rumbled, "Do you know why?"
"Why what?" My face heated at the breathy note of my voice.
His thumb suddenly went to my hip, and I near bucked at the sizzle of c
"I guess there really is an advantage to every disadvantage, Miss."My voice sounded as dull as I felt. "Care to share?"Nayla beamed, saying, "Your outburst. It's led Miss Robyn and Miss Genevieve arrange a fighting class for you. In preparation for the duel tomorrow.""Oh, goodie."Nayla gradually dimmed. "Is anything wrong?"With unintended force, I fluffed my pillow roughly, imagining it was Vaughan's face. He didn't even leave so much as a letter. Just up and went like... Like yesterday meant nothing to him.My eyes widened and a new fear gripped me. I'd said I wouldn't attach any sentiments to our fooling around.... I couldn't be doing so now, could I? Stupid, I thought to myself, I was so stupid."It's a secret arrangement," Nayla was saying. "So we'll have to follow the omegas entrance when going. And," she added, hol
That late evening I had the shock of my life when I went up to my room, and saw Vaughan sitting on my bed, waiting.Stood at the door, I took a moment to look at him. He wore a casual white shirt over dark jeans. The material of his shirt stretched over his wide chest, his hot jeans hugging his strong calves. While I ogled him, I failed to note that his eyes were turning an angry yellow.When I did, he'd invaded my personal space, suddenly grabbing my arm in a bruising grip.Shocked, I struggled against him. "Let me go, you...creep! What is wrong with you?""Where were you?" he snarled.Psycho! I thought, snapping, "Hanging at Robyn's place! Now let me go.""No," he growled in my face. "Not until you tell me why I scent a male allover you?"My gaze widened in realization. Because I'd been fighting with one.
"I think... I think this is the dress," Nayla whispered reverently.A resigned breath escaped me. "You've thought about ten dresses 'were the dress,' Nayla."She pursed her lips. Then said with a wave of her hand towards my direction. "No, but I'm sure this one is. It's simple, elegant and just...perfect."Removing my hands from my waist where I'd kept them in exasperation, I took in myself before the full length mirror, agreeing to her statement after a while, "It is perfect." The skirts of the simple blue evening gown fell down to the floors in a pool of fine, watery silk. The strapless gown--that looked demure from the front--had an open back that stretched down to my waist. Wicked.I took it off, letting Nayla do my makeup and style my hair. She talked as she worked, "Goddess, this is really exciting! I wonder how you must feel right now. Oh what I would give to be in your shoes righ
"Twice when you were on the verge of coming yesterday, your eyes had flashed bright teal. Care to explain why?"My mouth opened, then closed right back again. There was no need for me to hide my abilities from Vaughan or anyone here-- like I had done with father and my former pack-mates at Stillmoon. I reasoned to hide it here would be pointless, where I could quite possibly remain forever. It was better to get it out in the open first before they found out and thought I was some imposter.I made to answer him then but was cut short when our drinks arrived.After the waiter had gone, Vaughan faced me again. "So?""So," I said. "I was getting to it."I positioned an empty glass in front of me. Fiddling with it, I said, "The things is, I don't know why. It's been that way since I was little." When I was seven and could 'make flowers da
When he pulled me to my feet, I asked, "Where are we going?""To swim."I stopped in my tracks, looking down at my clothes. "But I can't ruin this dress."Unbuttoning his shirt, he motioned to my dress. "Then don't. Take it off."My mouth opened and closed.He appeared impatient. "I've already seen it all, princess. There's no use hiding what's mine from me."Even as some traitorous part of me flushed with pleasure, I glared at him. "I'm not yours."He rose a brow, taking off his shirt. My mouth fell open. "The way you're looking at me now would beg to differ."I tore my gaze away from his broad chest. "How?""Like you want to do more than stare.""I stare at a lot of guys like that, and yet it doesn't mean that I belong to them."His face hardened. Undressing down to his boxer briefs, he slowly approached me. "Do not court my anger, Hilda." He stood behind me, the pads of his fingers trailing down my expos
On shaky legs, I ran up flights of stairs and through wide hallways until I got to my room. I shivered, both from the chill in air and the coldness spreading around my chest.Why couldn't he have remained a jerk?Why did he have to show this side of himself now? This relaxed, teasing and vulnerable side.But I couldn't let that sway me from my plan, I decided, pushing open the doors to my room, I couldn't let Vaughan get in the way of finding my best friend.Coming to that conclusion didn't fill me with the resolution I would've expected it to. What did that mean? That I didn't much care for finding Eunice anymore? Or that I was slowly starting to expand my priorities to fit in Vaughan's wishes?Angry at my options, myself and, oddly, at Vaughan, I didn't let myself mull over the matter for too long.Nayla stood in the middle of the room. When sh
I rapped off yet another row of knocks on the towering oak doors, and still no one answered. The neighbourhood was stiffly quiet and my knocks were the only sounds that could be heard in a distance, asides the dogs barking.The barking of the dogs gradually grew louder, and very soon a tall, lanky boy holding the leashes of two German shepherds became visible. When he spotted me standing by the door, his pale face contorted into fury.He barked in a heavily accented voice, "Why the f*ck is there a bloody werewolf standing in front of my bloody door?!" The dogs started to growl viciously.Wasn't this just the warmest welcome I've ever received.My hands automatically went up into the air. "I'm not here to attack you! I'm here to f--"He brought out a gun from his low slung jeans. "Go! Go back to your bleeding slum, you bloody dog!"Okay, now I was
It stopped. A hairsbreadth away from my face, it stilled, hovering midair. It took me a second to realize I was controlling it. Air stiffening in silence, the vampires all quietened. They blinked slowly, their eyes growing large by measures. "What the hell's happening?" someone asked quietly. Frederick whispered, "I think... I think the dog's performing some kind of trick for us." Willing the knife, I flipped it so the sharpened tip faced his direction. He rose his hands in the air, throat bobbing. "Hey, mate, it was just a harmless ribbing, yeah?" Dmitri all the while watched me and the knife with growing fascination. Dark, greedy fascination. Anxiety instantly slithered up my spine. He stood, and slowly approached me. Standing before me now, his black claw trailed the length of my cheek. I averted my face, saying, "Hey, keep your hands to yourself, creep." I made to stand, but his strong hand on my shoulder immediately stilled me, slamming me back down on my seat. I gazed up