Twisted Fate

Chapter 15

Astrid

By the time he reached me, I'm holding my breath and avoiding his gaze. I don't want to look him in the eyes because they make me feel these forbidden desires. I found myself wondering what it would be like to press his lips against mine. As if reading my thoughts, he stepped in front of me until our faces were inches apart

"What's wrong, mate?" He asked, emphasizing the latter. A deep and dark voice shadowed his normal one. It sounded deeper and scarier than a normal werewolf. If anything, it intensified the tingling sensation between my thighs. I immediately clenched them shut.

"Please, open the door," I asked politely. A sardonic grin climbed his lips, and he slowly shook his head, "Why so soon? Moments ago, you were up in my face, and now you want to leave?" The darkness in his voice grew deeper, "Let's see you do it again," He taunted. I could hardly comprehend anything at the moment to come up with a snarky remark.

For a moment, we stared intensely into each other's eyes. To the narrow bridge of his nose and his shiny unblemished skin, his facial features screamed perfection. Even his slightly crooked jaw hid behind his beauty, though upon further inspection it was then I'd noticed the faint indention in his chin. An old scar from his early childhood, most likely. The urge to reach up and feel its texture had me fiddling with the edges of my jacket.

The longer I stared at him, the more beautiful he became. It was as if Satan hand-created him to be the sexiest and desirable creature on this earth. Just one look at him was an unforgivable sin.

Pushing my lustful thoughts away, I twisted the doorknob with more strength. It creaked open, but the invisible force continued to deny me access, teasing me with a gap of freedom. I wasn't getting away so quickly, and it was becoming harder to be around him. His attractiveness sucked the air out of me.

"Open the door," I breathed, but he continued to ignore me, staring deep into my soul.

Suddenly, he reached up and gently brushed my jawline with the back of his fingers before moving further down to my neck. My body resembled a statue as the electrifying sparks from his subtle touch sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I found myself leaning into his touch as he traced my collar bone, tucking his fingertips into my blouse. With a tortured look, he never took his fiery-red demonic eyes off me.

A small involuntary whimper escaped my lips as he pinned me against the door with his formidable figure. My eyes widened in anticipation of his next move. I had forgotten all about leaving, but the footsteps coming from the office rooms pulled us both back to reality. He stepped back, and the natural silver in his eyes appeared.

"Open. The door," I muttered, the anger in my tone overpowering the lust I previously felt. I didn't want to feel anything for him. I couldn't feel anything for him.

"What you did doesn't change anything between us. We're nothing," He muttered back before releasing his telekinetic power from the door.

"Glad we can both agree on that," I said, dashing out of the building like my life depended on it. My thick jacket came off the second I stepped outside. Winter seasons and I didn't get along, but today the ice-cold air embraced me like an old friend, freezing my flushed skin.

Shortly I could hear the thudding of his steel boots hitting the pavement behind me. My pace quickened. When I finally reached the safety of my car, locked inside, I sat back and watched as he put his black helmet on. The Harley Davidson engine roared before Arlo sped out of the parking lot. He had officially reached the ultimate level of sexy.

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-Arlo-

Disconnected from my surroundings, I sat at the dining table, contemplatively staring out of large glass windows. Acres of darkness stared back at me, the misty woods calling out to me for a much-needed run. The softness of her skin still lingered on my fingertips, leaving my demon-wolf restless and yearning for more.