We Had To Kiss... Had To {HamishxRandall}

Chapter 5

I didn't imagine it this time.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and I still hadn't quite caught my breath yet.

He wanted it. He wanted me to kiss him.

No play acting, no one watching. Just us. I couldn't help the large smile on my face and my fist pumping in excitement.

He wanted it, right Greybeard? I asked my other half for confirmation as I spun around, because maybe I only dreamed it.

Yes! Greybeard said excitedly, and then in confusion. So why did we run?

"I guess I wanted to keep the illusion that he wanted me intact... before anyone showed up and he went back to acting otherwise," I whispered aloud.

I could still feel the tickle of his fingers in my hair, the tingle of the gentle tugging of his hands.

"I need a shower," I decided, before I could get too carried away with myself. I glanced down. "A cold shower."

As I crossed the hall to the bathroom, I couldn't help but hear them talking downstairs.

"-where is he?" Lilith demanded.

"He just needed some time alone," Hamish lied. Although, he wasn't totally wrong.

"Why are you all... sweaty?" Jack asked, and I could practically see him crinkling his nose.

"I'm not... sweaty," Hamish said in a highly offended, defensive tone.

"Then what are you?" Lilith asked, and I could hear the smirk and raised brow in her voice.

"Tired. I'm tired and I'm going to bed," Hamish said hastily, I could hear his footsteps moving swiftly from the room as I turned on the shower.

"We're not supposed to sleep here!" Lilith called after him.

"Just this time," Hamish responded in the hall outside the bathroom door. "You guys can head out whenever."

I bit my lip to hold back a snicker at Hamish's obvious discomfort with being questioned before jumping into the cold water with a shocked exhale. But it worked its magic, thoroughly cooling any of the remaining heat or hormones in my body. I rushed through the process of washing myself. I'd always hated the cold, especially ice baths and cold showers. Being into sports, it was supposed to be a beneficial therapy- screw that. As I shut the shower off and wrapped myself in a clean towel, I heard Jack and Lilith shout their good nights before exiting the house.

My heart started to pound hard when I realized that left Hamish and I alone again... for the rest of the night.

Okay, deep breaths. Don't get ahead of yourself.

I made my way back to my room, and no, I didn't look at Hamish's door... several times. I was not, in fact, still looking at it when I closed my own door. I was heading to grab a pair of boxers when a throat was cleared in the direction of my bed. My eyes flashed and my fangs bared as I spun around in surprise, only to find Hamish sitting on my bed. Greybeard relaxed and so did I.

"How did I miss that?" I muttered under my breath. I'm a werewolf for god sakes. Pay more attention Dude! I only got a growl in response. "Thank god I didn't drop my towel," I laughed, running my hand through my hair, because normally that's exactly what I would have done.

"What a shame," Hamish said, with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I rose a brow at him, and he rose from the bed with a smirk. His eyes were showing Tundra was close to the surface, and I felt Greybeards response instantly.

"Something you need?" I asked, biting my lip.

Hamish started to stalk forward, and I automatically started to retreat... I sucked in a breath as my back hit my dresser. No where to run now, Randall.

"Yes, actually," he started in a sultry tone.

His eyes were busy, memorizing every inch of my exposed flesh. But this wasn't something new for him, we'd all seen each other naked loads of times. But the way he was looking at me now... that was, indeed, new. He'd never looked at me like that before. Like he was... hungry.

"And that is...?" I asked as my heart started to race.

I felt a blush on my cheeks under his scrutiny, I couldn't help it. He licked his lips and met my eyes, done ogling for now.

"I want-," he tilted his head, considering, "no, need. I need you to kiss me." He decided boldly, resting his hands on either side of me on the dresser.

I could taste his sweet, liquor infused breath as he cocked his head and watched me. A bemused smile was playing at his mouth as he waited for me to either deny or approve his request. His eyes were shining in that intelligent way they did, and I released the breath I had unintentionally been holding. He tilted his chin forward, ghosting his lips along my jawline, and I sucked that breath right back in.

So he does know what his touch does to me.

"Kiss me Randall," he whispered against my skin.

I exhaled slowly, shutting my eyes and attempting to regain my bearings. My hand tightened on my towel and I moved my neck from side to side, listening to it crack back into place as Greybeard receded. I opened my eyes to find his ocean blue eyes looking at me in impatience and lust... and he obviously hadn't reigned Tundra in.

"Maybe we should talk first," I stated cautiously. "You never answered my question."

"Kiss first, questions later," his voice came out with a double octave.

"Just- one question actually," I dodged under his arm and pivoted to face him again. "And does Tundra really need to be here for this?"

Hamish, or more accurately Tundra, showed his fangs and growled, but it wasn't menacing. It was... indescribable. Predatory, but not in a threatening way. It still made goosebumps rise on my skin.

"Lord help me," I groaned as Hamish continued to advance.

"Hamish- Hamish!" I tried to snap him out of his Tundra induced haze. "Come on Tundra! Let me talk to him," I whined.

I was blatantly ignored. Nice.

I let Greybeard snap to the surface as I roared Hamish's name, my eyes flashed and my fangs appeared on instinct.