Unleashed

Chapter Ten: Races in the city

Mila

I woke up with a strange sensation in my heart and an aching feeling between my legs. A feeling of desire.

I just had a dream. One that seemed to have no ending and lasted and lasted, and still lingered through my whole body. Three of last evening's events had mingled in my subconscious mind: the unfamiliar sexual activities that I'd witnessed in the red room; the way I'd shamelessly behaved towards Felix on the balcony; and the pair of green luminous eyes that were looking at me in the distance. Together, they had become a new fantasy. One that affected me so much it left me breathless.

I dreamed that the Lycan had broken out of his room. Straight through the little arc-shaped glass, he had jumped, only to leap onto my balcony, where he changed back into a man. Conner and I then stood together as Felix and I stood on the balcony. But the difference was that I didn't say, "No, we shouldn't do this," to Connor like I'd told Felix.

And in my dream, Connor hadn't walked away, disappointed beyond words because he had to face yet another rejection from my part. Instead, the Lycan had touched me, and I let him. I'd gasped into his mouth when he pinned me against the wall and looked into my eyes, and I looked back into his eyes as well, mesmerized by the black that turned to bright green and then black again, stealing my oxygen once more.

My heart pounded in my chest, thinking how he then had pressed his strong, large body against mine and kissed me oh-so-feverishly.

I felt my cheeks burning again, still able to feel his palms pressing against my wrists, just like I'd felt when he held my arms up the wall.

I bit my lip, looking at my painted ceiling, recalling what he'd done to me after our passionate kiss; the ache between my legs throbbed heavier. How he'd ripped open my shirt and sucked on my skin. My collarbones, my...breasts... The little stubble of his beard had pricked against my nipples, and the wet trail that his tongue left behind burned against my belly, slowly going further down south when he'd kneeled before me and-

I swallowed.

When I couldn't restrain my urges any longer, I touched myself with the Lycan in my mind. It felt forbidden, in a way. I wasn't unfamiliar with touching my own body, but I'd never thought about someone else while I did it.

***

"Look at him. Ah, the poor guy," Lir said, as we both stood in the garden and looked at Felix, who was about to enter the main villa.

My uncle had summoned him during breakfast. I was instantly afraid that it would be about my shameless behavior. Maybe Darius found out about that?

However, before Felix set foot inside, he nodded at me and smiled a genuine smile. I waved and smiled back at him, feeling happy that he wasn't angry with me. I was more at ease now. Uncle probably needed him for something else.

"It would be worse to marry him when I don't feel the same as he does," I replied.

"Maybe. But from what you told me, you kinda gave him the wrong impression yesterday."

"I know." I sighed. "And I already feel horrible about that, you don't have to make it worse."

I just told Lir all about me touching Felix's chest last night, and how he had pulled me against him. And how I refused him after that. There was a moment my heart raced when Felix touched me back, but when I saw Connor, the older man was soon forgotten.

Oh, how I wish I could just love the man back. He was kind, smart, handsome, successful, thoughtful, and righteous. Qualities that not every person possesses. He was just too good to be true, and still... Still, I fantasized about Connor instead. A beast. One that probably wanted to kill me and drink my blood. One that probably hated my guts just because I was human and he was a Lycan.

"You shouldn't drink that much wine," Lir said, snapping me from my thoughts again.

"Oh, I'll never drink wine again," I answered.

"Hmm-hmm, that's what they all say," he replied and bent down to pick one of the red blooming roses from one of Rebecca's rosebushes. Luckily, she wasn't here to witness it.

"What are you doing?" I asked while he was pinning the rose behind my ear. "You know Rebecca doesn't want anyone to touch her roses."

"Oh well, it's just that this one matches your dress perfectly." I looked down and my dress indeed had the exact same color. "So, what shall we do today?" he then asked.

"Wanna go to the city?"

"Uh, hell yeah!" I knew Lir was always up for a visit to the city's market. "Wanna walk or go by carriage?" he asked excitedly.

I was always up for a walk, so I chose the former.

***

The city was vibrant, as always. We attended the circus and watched the chariot races, the only sport that women were allowed to watch, stupid as that may sound. It took up our time for a few hours.

Six chariots competed against each other. They were driven by one driver and pulled by four horses, going at top speed around the circus. The chariots rammed and bumped into each other; it was so exciting that it almost gave me a heart attack. Luckily, none of the chariots tipped over and everyone stayed unharmed.

Lir was screaming in my ear for Scorpus to win, and I screamed for Gaius, the most famous charioteer of all. In the end, it was Gaius, with his four black Andalusian horses, that won, and I made myself a little money with a good bet.

"What are you going to buy for yourself?" Lir asked while we entered the busy market.

"First, I'm going to buy us some food," I answered, eyeing a little snack stall in the distance. The owners were a fat man and an older lady-his mother, I think. Older lady equals good food in my mind. "Let's go there."

Lir ordered a portion of pork stew, and I ordered the fried fish. When we were done, I bought bread with the money I had left, and Lir and I handed it to the poor children. I didn't care if the aristocrats rolled their eyes at what we were doing, and luckily, Lir didn't either.

My mother always taught me to help the needy. She said that it was a character trait of her older brother Marius. When he had died, she took that trait over. For him.

I never got a chance to meet him because he had died at only nineteen, the same age as I was now. She sometimes told me she saw something in me that reminded her of him. She always looked so sad when she said it, though. And sometimes worried too.

We went home after the kids and their family had eaten their bellies full. I had fun today. This time, Lir could actually distract my crazy mind a little.

During our stroll back to the villa, we talked about the dinner party. Lir just confessed to me he and Rebecca's daughter, Cecilia, had spent some heated time in one of the wine cellars. He had some experience with boys, but never with girls, so this came as quite a surprise to me.

"But... what was it like?" I asked.

I was totally innocent compared to most nineteen-year-olds, and after last night I was totally interested in this kinda stuff. My ears got hot thinking about my morning. Got hot thinking about him, and how he-

"It was weird, but in a good way," Lir started, snapping me back. "Like...you can love pork sausage, but sometimes you can be in the mood for seafood."

I cleared my throat. "Uh-ok."

"And I always thought I was very much into sausage only, but I didn't mind trying the seafood for just one time, and then, it was amazingly good. Does that make sense?"

"I guess it does, though I think I'll stick to pork sausage for now."

"You never even got a sausage: you've only gotten finger food." He laughed at his joke while I blushed until it was my face that matched my dress.