𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝: 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

Chapter 9: Lips Nearly Touched

Stone Ravencroft: Age 16|

I led him away from the general route, going up one staircase at a time until we reached my floor. Where I was tempted to lead him to my bedroom but ended up just heading for the private restroom on the floor. I opened the door first and entered. "Here we are."

He strode inside and helped himself to the mounted soap dispenser. All tense and bothered, he shed his shirt and fire licked my veins making my blood boil, in a manner that was foreign to me. Tyler was very attractive but also very angry at something or someone maybe me - if the way he was bunching up the shirt's fabric was anything to go by. His hands trembled and the shirt in his hands dropped, so I hurried to help. "I'll wash it for you."

He reached for it, "Leave."

I snatched it back and refused, which made him growl and grab the shirt from my hands again. Except it did not leave my hands as easily as it had the first time. So back and forth a tug of war of sorts concurred for the shirt for about three seconds until he gave up with the exclamation. "Whatever, this is childish. Keep it." then he started for the door, topless.

"Fine! Here, you can wash it yourself." I relented half-heartedly because I wanted my affection to be demonstrated through helping with his shirt. But, above all I wanted him to talk to me and at least like me, if he wasn't going to kiss me and take me right away.

However, he kept walking away and when his hand landed on the doorknob I panicked and cast a quick spell. Which worked a little too well because the door locked itself and the water I had accidentally directed from the tap covered his naked chest. "What the fuck!" his wolf rage was sitting front and centre in the barrington of his voice, and even though I could not turn into a wolf my own rage was reflected in my deep-rooted fear of rejection. So I pushed myself up the marble countertop and reminded him with as much assertiveness as I could muster without using magic as a tool to help me. "We are mates Tyler."

"What does that have to do with you drenching me in water? Hmm."

"It was an accident." it was the truth too, "my magic glitched, it's been doing that a lot recently." I finished pushing myself further up the marble countertop and closed the taps with shaky hands.

He laughed, the sound dull, tired and heavy. "Of course, it was magic. It's what you were doing in there wasn't it?"

I shrugged in answer, all the while watching his distraught and conflicted face from the corner of my eye.

"What did you do to me?"

Mouth agape, I simply stared at a loss to understand his meaning.

"You did something to me didn't you?" he spoke coolly, a glint of satisfaction in his intelligent eyes, that glowed like an animal on the prowl. At my lack of response, he came forward with that all-powerful and intoxicating stride of his. Hands on my knees he spread my legs open, wide enough to fit in between them. Tyler smelled decadent, too good than I could have ever imagined, my brain malfunctioned and forgot to take offence to what he may have been implying of my nature. My cock, not to be left behind gave a jolt, certainly also taking notice of the hottest guy I'd ever seen standing between my spread legs.

A shiver of arousal and happiness rattled through me when his hands palmed my thighs.

I was dizzied by the way it felt.

Intoxicated by the anticipation of what we could do, what we could be... what we were. I held my breath and stared at his slight pink colored lips.

His hand gripped into the flesh of my thigh and tightened to the point of pain. My heart sped from a state of arousal to confusion, because wasn't he about to kiss me. Just then, his raised a hand and made a show of retracting werewolf nails. Then with his forefinger, he ripped the middle part of my robe, revealing my naked body that was only covered by a pair of boxers. He tore the left leg of those too, stopping just an inch short of exposing everything to both of us. Confusion turned to fear and I gasped with it. "This what you want?" He snarled, his breath touching at the skin by my neck.

I wanted him so badly, but not like that, something about his grip on me lacked romance. And everything in his voice and tone was filled with hateful venom. So I shook my head and started to pull away, but his fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me in place. I whimpered trying to pull away and he gave a dark chuckle dragging me back to him. "You're right to be afraid of me." He sounded proud.

Without romance it shouldn't have but the heat only grew more intense enough to remind me that romance was a luxury I couldn't afford anyway. I was set to die on my twenty-first so options were delusions I couldn't indulge in. The realization was sufficient to ground me and reset the situation for myself. "I'm afraid of a lot of things," I murmured. Measuring and deciding to take the risk of wrapping my hands around his neck. "But I'm not afraid of you."

His forceful grip paused, as though surprised I hadn't been scared off by his rough handling.

I pulled him back into me by both sides of the neck with my hands. "I'm so glad it's you." I spoke, slowly and as sensually possible as I could, moving my lips to touch his. His grip loosened even further, and for a minute I really believed we were going to accept the bond but at the very last second he pulled away. His hands falling into his pant pockets, gaze fixed on me as though I was an outer world thing he needed to either stay away from or smash to tiny pieces.

"Tyler."

He cleared his throat and sucked his teeth but otherwise seemed speechless, then instead of saying something he chose to walk out without a word. I let him, mostly because I thought I'd see him again later but when I returned he was gone. And all that was left were the ashes of convicts killed by Leo witches in their final show of magic for the night's entertainment. Couples and friends, moved across the room is public displays of affection and I was just there. Masked, in a torn robe , lonely and possibly rejected, by the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally.

Hot tears prickled my eyes and even though I really didn't want to. I ended the night crying myself to sleep under the covers.

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