He agreed. “Yeah, I went to see him a little while ago.”
“Well, was it bad news? Is that why you're troubled?”
Antoine found it amazing that she always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking or at least the mood that he was currently in. Currently, Antoine was troubled, but it had nothing to do with the impending fight that he was not looking forward to. Instead, it was something else. It was the human.
“No, it wasn’t anything like that.”
“Then what was it, Antoine? I feel like you’re keeping something from me. Is it something that I need to know?”
Antoine pressed his lips firmly together, hard enough that the line turned white. He wanted to say many things, but he didn’t trust his voice. It would come out gruff and he would have to witness her looking at him as if he was going to hurt her. He hated that look and he didn’t want to deal with it.
“No, everything is fine.”
Cassandra got up and asked him if he wanted a drink. The whole time she was moving around the kitchen, taking his drink, filling it, all of it, he was watching her tits sway and move with her. He groaned inwardly and tried his best to ignore it and to forget how badly he wanted to do just what Nathan suggested. God, he wanted her so badly it hurt.
She stopped in front of him and he looked up. Her hand was out, and he took the drink from her. Their eyes met for a moment and then he was setting it down. Antoine’s hand snaked out and grabbed her arm.
“Do you really want to know what is wrong with me?”
Her breath had quickened, her damn chest moving up and down at a rapid rate. He couldn’t believe it. She was driving him straight up mad and he yanked her down onto his lap. Her tits were now in his face and her ass was right above his hard length that was full for her. “This is what is wrong with me, Cassandra. I want you so damn bad, but I can’t have you.”
He stretched out and pulled her face close to kiss her, as his hips ground up into her bottom. He heard her gasp and he released both her lips and her body. Cassandra scrambled off of him and she was trembling. That made Antoine feel bad and he got up, frustrated. He’d gone too far, and he knew better. What was he thinking?
“I’ll be back.”
He stormed out and went away from the cabin. He went where no one could see him and shifted into his true form. He needed to remind himself of who he was. Antoine was all wrapped up because of a damn human. He couldn’t let that happen. He needed to fight it, which was made easier by the way she’d looked at him. Her eyes had gotten wide, and she’d been genuinely shocked and maybe even feared him then. Antoine hated the idea of any of it. He only wanted to give her pleasure, forbidden as it may be.
***
When he got back, Cassandra didn’t seem bothered by his actions and she no longer had fear in her eyes. It was curiosity and something more, but Antoine didn’t want to see it. He didn’t believe that it was real, anyway.
“I was wondering if you would let me alter a bit of your clothing to make something for me to wear?”
“Alter?”
“You know, shorten and bring in. You haven’t brought anything else, and I could make your clothes fit me better. It wouldn’t be hard.”
“I’m sorry, it completely slipped my mind. If you give me another day, I promise to bring you some tomorrow.”
“No, it’s fine. I really like that one grey shirt and shorts. Maybe I could just fix those and maybe a few other things?”
“This is what you want to do? I mean, it really is no trouble to go get you something.”
“Really, it would give me something to do. You’re gone a lot and I’m here by myself, no television. Sewing was an old past-time. It could be fun to pick it back up.”
Antoine was mesmerized by her smile and upbeat attitude in the middle of everything that was going on. She was in a bad spot, admittedly a really bad spot, but she was smiling, and she looked like she was making the best of it. That was admirable to Antoine, and for some strange reason, made him even more attracted to her.
“Of course, do what you like. It might be a while still.”
Cassandra smiled and then kissed him on the cheek quickly. It was only a light peck and she was gone just as fast, but he had to stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her in for a proper one. Just that simple touch had hardened him. It was becoming a permanent state when she was around.
***
Fuck…
Antoine had just gotten home from an attack he’d helped Nathan with. Several were dead, he was responsible for many of the deaths, and he was running on empty. His body was tired, his mind was wrecked, and the first thing he saw when he walked through the door was a barely-clad roommate that he wasn’t supposed to be touching.
“What are you wearing?”
