He looks lost in thought, and in moments like this, I wonder who the real Coal is.
“You’re beautiful when you’re not looking at me with hatred,” he mumbles so quietly that I don’t think he meant to say it out loud at all. He’s never said I was beautiful before. He’s never complimented me at all.
I frown. I can’t deny the flutter of attraction inside me when I replay his words in my mind, though.
Is this the real Coal? Why doesn’t he treat me like this all the time? What does he get from hurting me?
I cup water in my hand and rinse his hair, not caring that my clothes are soaked. For a moment, while his eyes are closed, enjoying the feel of my touch, I let my guard down. I caress his brow with my thumb, before dropping it to his lips. When I trace the outline of his mouth, he looks up at me through wet lashes, his lips parting, and his tongue flicks out to taste my skin.
Fuck, why does he have to be hot? Why does he always have to be so cruel? I wonder if he knows that I’d give in to him if he just treated me with kindness. If he let me in and showed me the Wolf that was once in him.
I push my thumb between his lips, surprising us both, and his eyes darken with lust. In a flash, he’s spinning around, and pulling me into the water with him. I yelp,startled at first, until his lips crash against mine. I gasp, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, groaning as we taste each other.
“Coal!” I scold, when he rips my shirt open, then tugs the straps of my bra off my shoulders, exposing my breasts to his greedy hands. He cups them, pinching my nipples. He grabs my thighs, lifting me and pulling me against him, so my legs straddle his hips, and he stands. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling my wet skin slipping against his as he lifts us both out of the tub, and carries me into his room.
“Why aren’t you fighting me, Delilah?” Coal growls. He sounds pained like this is hurting him somehow, but the scent of him and the way he feels in my arms is clouding my mind. The sight of his scars causing understanding to shift everything I thought I knew about him.
The first time they'd hurt me, it was because Michael forced them. Since then… Neither had lifted a finger to me. Well, other than that spanking, but that moment was so fucking different.
“Why aren’t you hurting me?” I ask and feel his body shudder. He shakes his head, not answering.
“Quil told me everything,” he whispers, avoiding my eyes, but I feel his hardness between my legs.
“You want him to fuck you.” It’s not a question. Coal’s grip on my ass tightens, and he pushes my back against the wall. He leans back, looking down at my breasts.
“I want to watch him fuck you,” he dodges my statement, and I smile.
“What if I want to watch him fuck you?” I whisper and bite my lip when his eyes glow bright blue.
“You shouldn’t ask for things you don’t really want, Delilah.”
“How would you know what I want? You can’t even tellme what you truly want.” My words are taunting, but I’ve got him alone, and I want answers. “Why aren’t you hurting me?” I ask again, and he growls in frustration.
“Watch yourself, flower,” he warns, but I don’t listen. One way or another, I’m getting answers tonight. Either this ends bloody, or it doesn’t. I’m not leaving unless I’m thrown out. He pulls me away from the wall and walks toward his bed.
“Tell me Coal. You use your words like weapons, trying so hard to wound me, but when we’re alone, when it’s just us, you don’t hurt me. You don’t let anyone but Quil touch me either,” I whisper, and Coal growls, and I let out a squeak when he drops me. My back hits the bed, and I look up into his glowing sapphire eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Delilah. I just like h-hurting you with an audience.” He stumbles over the word hurt, and I shake my head. I push my ruined shirt off, then my bra, get up onto my knees, and shimmy to the edge of the bed. I cup his cheek in my hand, and his eyes fall closed.
“Hurt me,” I whisper, and his eyes snap open.
“Don’t push me, Delilah.”
“Hurt me, Coal. Hurt me, or tell me the truth.” I see in his eyes that I’ve pushed a button. But he holds still. Frustrated, I grab his wrist and lift it to my breast. “Hurt me,” I demand, and he growls, yanking his hand away, but not stepping back. I reach down, pulling my panties off from under my skirt, and his eyes flash with pain, as he takes a deep breath, groaning.
“Delilah,” he warns, as I sit back on his bed, pulling the red thong off completely. I drop it beside me on the bed, leaning back, and spreading my legs. He can’t see anything because of the skirt, but he doesn’t need to. I’m pushinghim. I know this is stupid, I know I might be poking the bear. I know I might be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
He takes a deep breath, and I know he can scent my arousal.
“Prove me wrong, or confess,” I tell him, and his face crumples with pain. He turns away from me, slamming his fist against the wall so hard that he makes a hole.
“Fuck!” he shouts, but I push on.
“You could have done worse, so many times. In the woods, outside the school. Quil too. But you never went further than I wanted. You could have forced your way into my body, but you haven’t. I don’t think you ever would have. But I saw those scars, Coal. Tell me the truth.”
I hear a door slamming, just before Quil steps into the room, eyes wide. Coal turns pleading eyes on his best friend, and Quil snaps his head to me. His eyes drop to my exposed breasts, and then my spread legs.
“Damn it, Delilah!” Quil tugs his shirt off, tossing it at me. It hits me in the face, and as I pull it away, so I can see again, Quil is shoving Coal into the bathroom and slamming the door. When he turns to me, there's a dark look in his eyes that I don’t like.
