She tries to move back and stumbles. I catch her by the waist, holding her up, stiffening at the way her skin feels beneath my fingertips, that same current rushing through me again.
She tilts her head up slowly, and our eyes meet. Brilliant pink rimmed with the blackest lashes I have ever seen. Perfect brows, high cheekbones, an angled jaw, a straight, slender nose and plump, kissable lips.
She’s… fucking beautiful.
The kind of woman you want to see consumed with pleasure as you fuck her.
Her eyes burn into mine, and I can’t look away. Something in her eyes flickers before they trail over me, lingering on my lips. They suddenly feel extremely dry, and I flick my tongue over them.
“Easy there, darling, or I might get the wrong impression if you keep looking at me like that.”
Her cheeks flush, and under the dim light of the alleyway, they appear to have an almost iridescent hue. Her skin is like porcelain, flawless…
She doesn’t say anything as the blaring sound of the police sirens and the flashing lights illuminate the narrow road. She turns her head away as if the lights are too much for her.
“Do you need help getting somewhere? Because you’re clearly too fucking out of it to be out here alone,” I ask the moment they pass.
“I, no… I’ll be fine,” she murmurs. Her voice is low and melodic. For a moment, it reminds me of the stories of women who enchant you with their songs, stories told to scare children to bed at night. Voices as beautiful as a mystical song, as soothing as the sound of the soft waves, yet they hold the power to entice any man.
“Alright.” I let go of her only for her to sway, and then she almost collapses. I catch her as her back hits my chest. “Or not. Where do you live?”
“I was told you never tell a stranger where your house is,” she replies – a weak attempt at trying to sound normal.
“Then shall I call you a cab?”
She hesitates. “I don’t have anywhere to go; I… ran away,” she admits.
I frown as she turns to me, her eyes fluttering shut as she grips her head. Before I can reply, she suddenly collapses. I look down at her, her head has fallen backwards, her back arching, her breasts rounded perfectly against her soaking wet shirt. She fits so perfectly against me.
My own emotions are a storm. I never wanted to find my mate. Never wanted to have a weakness. Part of me wants toleave her here, knowing that if I accept her, it will change everything, for better or more likely, for worse.
But looking down at the beauty in my arms, I’m unable to simply discard her. Who knows what will creep out of the darkness and take advantage of her?
With a final sweep of the narrow road, I hesitate before lifting her up and bending her over my shoulder as I carry her to the passenger side and place her in my car.
I remove my jacket, draping it over her before I get into the driver’s seat and drive towards my apartment, knowing that this decision will change everything.
Ten minutes later, I reachthe parking lot of my apartment block, and I’m not about to carry an unconscious girl through the front doors. So, lifting her out of the car, I take her around the side towards the rear of the building, where I allow my wings to erupt from my back and push off into the air, flying to my apartment, several floors upwards. I push open the window I always leave unlocked and fly through.
Retracting my wings, I carry her through to the bedroom. She’s soaking wet, but she’s not shivering.
That’s good at least, otherwise she’ll get sick.
Should I undress her?
I hesitate for a moment; it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked woman before. I’ve seen plenty in my hundred and thirty-five years of life. Resting a knee on the bed, I look down at her. The thin fabric of her torn shirt clings to her form, semi-transparent due to the rain. My cock twitches at the way her stiff pink nipplespress against the white fabric, and I can see she’s not wearing any underwear…
Fuck.
I avert my gaze, my eyes instead dipping to her sexy thighs. Despite her tiny waist and slender arms, she has well-rounded hips and curvaceous legs. Perfect to hold on to as I fuck her into ruin.
“Fuck, Kai, focus,” I mutter, untying the makeshift belt, about to yank it open when I spot the deep cut across her leg.
How did she get this?
It’s still bleeding, and it’s deep; it looks like it needs stitching.
I get up quickly and rush to the bathroom to grab my first aid kit and two towels, placing one towel beneath her bloody leg and draping the other over her body to keep her modesty. I return to the bathroom, rinse a towel and take it back to clean the wound. I can’t tell what caused the wound, but it’s deep and runs down her leg, at least a foot long.
