Fine. What's your question?
I put my finger on my chin, pretending to think really hard. “What tangible item matters to you the most that you know shouldn't?”
His eyes twinkled with mirth as he motioned to stretch our left hand over to our right side.You just come out swinging, don't you?He puffed out a laugh, and I smiled widely, batting my eyes as I shrugged my shoulders.
“If I'm going to get questions, I’m going to get some good ones in. I'm competitive like that.” I then winked at him to know I still thought it was for fun, but you could still win at fun.
A set of brass knuckles.
When my face showed my shock, he elaborated.Rabid gave them to me when I joined the Moon Raiders.That was unexpectedly sweet but also spoke volumes about his loyalty to this club and his leader.
When you're not off killing people, what do you like to do?
I let out a small laugh. “You would be surprised how little time I spend actually killing people. There is a lot of recon and leg work that goes into all of it that takes most of my time, but back to your question.” We moved from our right to our left, this time stretching our right arm over our heads. “I would say that I enjoy… movies.”
When he lifted an eyebrow at me, I felt compelled to explain, and I blurted out, “I love a good happy ending. I don't see that a lot in real life, but for a few hours, I can pretend that they do happen.”
We both fell silent, stretching to the front without saying anything. Well, he wasn't projecting his thoughts, and I kept my mouth shut because I felt a little exposed from that answer. I was to blame for saying it, but I also blamed his calm and inviting eyes. They gave me this sense of safety I had never experienced before.
I enjoy movies, too. It's one activity that I don’t have to try too hard to communicate with people.I knew what he was trying to do, and I gave him a small smile.Anyways, it's your question.
He sat up and stretched his left arm in front of his chest, pulling on his left shoulder with his right hand. I followed, but my eyes caught on the thick scar that was along his neck, the one that was more primate than all the others. It looked nasty, like it was made in a hurry, and the assailant was clumsy yet close. “You don't have to answer this, but…how did you get that scar on your neck?”
He froze for a second. Using his right-hand fingers to touch the scar as his eyes lost their focus. I didn't like that face he made. A far-off, sad look that spoke of gut-wrenching pain and eternal sadness. I immediately regretted it. “Never mind, I-”
My father.
I stopped talking, wanting to feel what he had to say as he focused back on me.
My father did this to me. He had an episode one night and thought he needed to sacrifice me to our wolf ancestors for a better life.
I saw his hand shake and his eyes shift, not wanting to look me in the eyes. It broke my heart. I didn't want to see my strong and safe mountain man crumble like this. I got up, crawled over to him, and sat down in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him.
I buried my face into his neck, feeling the rawness of his admission as I gave one of my own. One that I kept buried deep down in the cracks of my heart. “I know how it feels to be unloved by a parent. To feel like you meant nothing to them. Expendable.” I squeezed him even harder as I felt him shift to try and look at me. “It's one of the worst feelings in the world, but it's not everything that makes you up. Just one layer in the onion we call our lives. We just need to keep going to the next layer.”
I could feel a silent laugh from his vocal cords.Don’t onions make you cry when you peel them?
This time, I did pull back, seeing his eyes crinkle at the ends as appreciation shined, making his dark eyes look like two drops of perfect milk chocolate. “Only if you let them.” I took one hand and ran it through his hair, watching my fingers slice through his long locks. “Plus, who's to say a little self-induced cry isn't okay.”
His hand cupped my face, bringing my eyes back to his.I'm going to kiss you now.
A grin broke across my face. “I don't think I’ll mind that.”
He pulled my face down and started off slow and sweet. His soft lips molded to mine as they traveled inch by inch. Making sure he savored every piece of this kiss. I relaxed in his arms, letting the kiss take over my senses.
I could feel unspoken words of gratitude and longing. I could smell his woodsy, musky scent filling my nostrils. Filling me with peace. I felt his tongue swipe out on my body lip, inviting me to open up to him further.
I gripped the back of his head as I started to feel a tingly feeling down below, wanting to get as close to his body as possible. To fall into him and not know where he started and I ended. The kiss grew more urgent, more possessive, as he tightened his grip on my waist. I couldn't help the moan that spilled out of my mouth as his tongue and teeth began to explore.
His hands shoved up my shirt, untying the twisted knot in the front of my shirt. As soon as the shirt broke loose, I felt him push me back, gently laying me down on the mat as our lips continued exploring.
I arched my back up off the mat, craving the feeling of our chests rubbing together, lighting me up on the inside. For a second, fresh ocean air surrounded us, whipping around us as the energizing and excited feeling of the sea crashed into me, lighting up my whole body with this amazing aqua glow. A low growl rumbled from him, vibrating up my hands on his chest as he pushed me further onto the floor, my legs naturally wrapping around his body.
He tore his lips from mine, traveling down the column of my throat, nipping and licking wherever he could. I felt him graze his teeth against the crook of my neck. The want to sink his fangs into my flesh, to claim me in the most carnal way, vibrated off him in waves. I felt slightly delirious, pleasure taking over my brain as I opened my neck to him, making it easier for him to do what I knew he wanted.
My breathing came out at a rapid pace as he hovered over my neck. I felt his hot breath glide across my flesh and bent up towards him. I wanted this. I wanted him to bite down and take it. Take me.
Suddenly, he scrambled up. His eyes shifted into a wolf's eyes, neon yellow, and tracked my movements like prey. He lifted his hands as he backed away from me. I stood up slowly, not wanting to aggravate him.
