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29: A Girl I Used to Know
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Rite of Submission 30: Haunted
I could feel him watching me in the dark, even with my eyes closed. After a while it was just frustrating to know he was sitting there, so I chucked my pillow at him. There was a thud and I opened my eyes to see he’d caught the pillow and dropped it on the floor, leaning back in the chair, his eyes still watching me. “How does someone who looks so peaceful while they’re sleeping act so hostile when they wake up?” his deep voice made my heart flutter. “Whatever,” I grumbled; refusing to let him know he’d had any effect on me. I readjusted myself, propping my head on my arm now that I was pillow-less. When I looked back at the chair he was gone. Tired of feeling like I was going crazy, I tossed the co
Rite of Submission 31: Sleepless
“You didn’t sleep again?” Sophie whined, looking me over as she stumbled sleepily from the bedroom. I just shrugged, “Same dream again.” It was the third night in a row now that I’d had the same dream. It didn’t always start out the same way but the end was the same. I’d wake up in a panic, clutching my neck where I’d felt his teeth mark my skin as he claimed me as his. I couldn’t seem to get myself to go back to sleep again no matter how many times I checked and found nothing on my skin. Instead of laying there staring up at the ceiling until the sun came up, I’d started going down to the gym and running on the treadmill until I felt like my legs would give out from under me. “Are you ready to talk about it? It might help to let it out.” She’d been losing sleep too, worried because she hadn’t heard from her brother since he left 5 days ago. I couldn’t bring myself to tell that I was terrified by his haunting presence
Rite of Submission 32: Taming the Beast
With a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and walked into the office. I took the long way around his desk so that he couldn’t miss me. He barely looked up, “What are you doing?” his voice was gruff and unamused. Biting my tongue I finished walking around the desk, stopping beside his chair. Without a word I knelt down on the floor, sitting back on my heels, and pushed my hair back over my shoulders before placing my hands on my thighs. I still looked up at him, instead of down at the floor. “What are you doing?” he asked again, sounding tired this time. “The deal was I’d give you one day,” I felt stupid even as I said it but it was the only card I had to play that could possibly throw him off balance. I’d promised I’d take one night to explore the possibilities of what accepting the contract could mean. I’d never promised to do it without my own stipulations and agenda. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. “I’ve a
Rite of Submission 33: Pieces of our Past
I felt myself wobble as I knelt there; desperately fighting off the dizzying head spin I was in. With agonizing slowness, I pulled new air into my lungs, but it felt thick and heavy, “That’s not possible.” With an apologetic look, he shrugged, “I’d be inclined to agree with you, but here we are.” He pushed himself back up to his feet, flexing his hand as if trying to decide something. “It wouldn’t be the first thing that’s gone against everything I’ve known to be true for my entire life.” He offered me a hand to stand up. Ignoring the offered hand, I stood up on my own. He caught my shoulders, keeping me from falling over as another dizzy spell washed over me. “I’m fine,” I steadied myself and brushed his hands away. I needed more answers, but I couldn’t stay in this room anymore, the air was too thick, and I was not going to be alone with him in a room with a bed right now. That just left the sitting room. I walked past him, refusing to look at him, a
Rite of Submission 34: Mixed Company
We were getting ready to hop back onto the motorcycle, loosely wrapped in each other’s arms when I recognized a high pitched squeal. The look on Dmitri’s face told me that he hadn’t thought of the possibility that we might run into someone who know me. I turned in his arms towards the sound, dreading the encounter. “Lexi? Oh my god! It is you! Your parents said you had taken an internship out of town, I can’t believe you came home and didn’t even call us.” She headed right for us with her long time on-again-off-again boyfriend Erik. “Chill out Mel, and give our girl a chance to get a word in.” Erik cocked his head and gave me a good long look, “Damn, Lex, looking good.” I barely heard the growl in Dmitri’s throat before I launched into making introductions, “This is Melissa and her boyfriend Erik, we all went to school together. This is Dmitri Volkov, my…” I didn’t know how to explain who he was to me. I couldn’t call him my mate, and
Rite of Submission 35: When Worlds Collide
Somehow we’d survived our first date, meeting each other’s friends and spending time together that didn’t involve either of us being naked. It was as easy as breathing to get along with him when we were both on the same page and he wasn’t trying to with hold information from me. Our problems were centered on the fact that he had memories that I did not, throwing any kind of relationship we could have off balance. He was already too invested when I didn’t know if I even liked him in the way he wanted me to. His need to dominate and control everything didn’t help. He’d grown quiet once we left the VIP area behind and now I felt him getting distant on the ride back to the pack house. Even though I had my arms wrapped tightly around his waist with my chest and cheek pressed against his back as we raced through the dark empty streets, it felt like he was somewhere far away. “You’re doing it again,” I muttered under my breath as I climb off the back of the b
Rite of Submission 36: Looking for the Point of No Return
We were only able to get a few hours of sleep before the sun started to brighten the room. I was surprised by my unwillingness to try to wriggle out from under his arms. Resting my chin on his chest, I watched him as he slept instead. His arms wrapped tighter around me, “Are you going to stare at me all morning?” His eyes blinked open, and a soft smile greeted me as they focused on me. “You do it to me all the time,” I shrugged, “thought I’d give it a try.” I placed a kiss on his jaw and tried to untangle my limbs from him and crawl out of bed. He rolled us over, pinning me down to the bed with his body, “Where do you think you’re going?” “The bathroom,” I doubled my efforts to wriggle out of his grasp. His lips found mine, little sparks blooming throughout me as we kissed. He pulled back with a knowing smile, “Are you sure that you want to get out of bed? I’m sure Sophie would understand if we…” I sma
Rite of Submission 37: Humble Pie
Sophie asked to help me make the food for our scandalous lunch plan, obsessed with the reaction she’d gotten from Nathan when she told him she’d helped make the cinnamon rolls from yesterday. The staff had gotten used to seeing us down in the smaller kitchen over the last few days and kept my list of staples in stock, happy to stand back and let us have free reign. We made Blake promise not to tattle on us, promising him some time off to visit his mate while we had lunch with Dmitri and Nathan. I frowned at the list the chef had handed me that was supposed to be their lunch order. It didn’t seem fair to me that he restricted Sophie’s cereal choices, sugar rush aside, while he and his Beta were going to have a basic pub order. I stared at the bowl of ground chuck, making faces as I decided what to do with it. Throwing together some flour, sugar and salt, I decided to make dough to fry the beef in, mixing in some water, oil and even vodka. I let Sophie k
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