Hidden Wonder

Mystery solved

KIERAS POV:

                   I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, my whole body feels alive with energy, it feels like I'm vibrating. Even though he isn't close to me His scent hits me like a train and is all consuming.   Woodsy earth tones, hints of citrus and spice. My mouth waters from it and my unfortunate instincts have me wondering if his blood tastes the same. Most species have a distinct smell.

Fae always have an earthy tone since that is the most common element we call upon. Vampires often smell like metal and something sweet, I'm assuming from blood consumption. And lycans scent is a mix of well. Floral scents and puppy smell. The men are usually graced with the latter.

I hear Timmy walk back through the kitchen door and make it to mystery man's table placing the stew down, he tells him the food is 7 coin and walks away leaving me alone with a bottle of some kind of home made whisky that I imagine tastes like lycan piss.

           I hear him eating a few bites and then he lets out a small low groan and my thighs immediately clench. Holy thoughts Kiera holy thoughts. I bring the whisky back to my mouth and gulp down a few mouth fulls.

I wasn't expecting him to come down here again. Maybe I should make a break for it and go back to my room. Yes and I'm taking the bottle too. It's unusual for me to feel... shy... when I'm attracted to someone and hungry for a fun night of pleasure, I almost always get what I want, But this situation is different. These feelings are different and I haven't even spoken to this man. I'm not sure how long I sat there debating with my self on what I should do, but before long I start to stand from my seat and immediately feel heat at my back. I'm clutching the bottle like a life line and my breathing becomes shallow.

            "Leaving so soon?" He asks. Fuck the lady bits have their own fuckin heart beat. His voice is like a sirens call.

            "Um yeah, yeah... just a bit tired." I let out a nervous laugh. My heart is basically beating out of my chest which I'm sure he can hear. I feel him grab my arms and slowly turn me around to face him.

Look at the balls on this guy, I'm usually the one making the moves. This is it world... the first time I'll shit my pants in front of a sexy God. Im still clutching the bottle of whisky with a white knuckled grip and I refuse to look up and meet his eyes. Though the option I have right now isn't good for my lady bits either. My face is right in front of his chest that it poking through his v cut tunic and I can see his chest rising and lowering almost as fast as mine is.

            Gods his scent. Him being so close is making me dizzy, I'm trying very hard not to wobble on my feet. He slowly skims his fingers up my arm, along my neck and across my jawline. I have to fight back the moan that almost comes out. Fuck me why am I reacting this way? I don't know this man, and I've had one night flings but Why do I feel like his hands are all over me.
                  His thumb is resting under my bottom lip now and his fingers are curled under my chin. My eyes are still glued to his chest and he slowly starts to raise my chin forcing my head to drop back. My heart beats faster and my breathing quickens even more. I quickly shut my eyes. Kiera you pussy bitch........fuck. I know my head is back far enough that if I open my eyes I'll get sucked into his sapphire pools.

          "Open your eyes beautiful".

         Oh gods. I keep them closed.

           "Open" he says in a commanding tone .                      Oh fuuckk. I immediately obey and open them which causes our eyes to collide. We both inhale sharply and get lost in each other for what feels like forever. His hands dropped from my arm and chin and are now gripping the counter behind me boxing me in. My breathing is still shallow and I can't look away from him. He's beautiful. Commanding. Confident... over powering...