Surrounded

Chapter Ten

"Put It On Me" - Matt Maeson

   Her legs stick to the cool leather chair as she squirms in her seat. Looking around, she first notices the large mahogany desk in front of her with a large burgundy leather chair coordinating her own behind it. The room comprises built-in bookcases, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a plush rug. It's all so stunningly overwhelming that she doesn't even notice that she's not alone until the man speaks. He's standing by the window with his back to her, a crisp navy blue suit perfectly tailored to his large, muscular frame. A deep voice matches his build, "I'm sorry to bring you here like this, but it was the only safe option for the both of us."

"I'm sorry, I have no idea who you are, nor how I got here."

"Right, I tend to forget that you're completely ignorant to your own people."

"Excuse me," she stands, the outrage clear in her tone. "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to speak to me that way." 

   The strange man's shoulders tense and the room grows noticeably colder. His voice comes out low, almost menacing, "If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be speaking to me that way." Turning toward her, she began to visibly shiver as the air grew colder by the second. "I'll have you know -," he stopped mid-sentence, a stunned look on his face. She hated herself for it, but his expression matched her feelings. His beautiful dark eyes studied her and his plump lips parted as if he was unable to form words. If she thought the suit fit him from behind, she was certain this man knew exactly what he was doing when she saw it from the front. He wore a light blue button-up beneath the jacket, the top two buttons undone, barely noticeable beneath the length of his dark beard. She would never be able to describe the feeling that she knew him already. His presence felt magnetic and she was struggling to resist throwing herself at him, shaking her head at her thoughts.

   There was a tightness in her chest, it almost felt like she was being tugged toward him. Before she knew what she was doing, she was on her feet halfway across the office and he met her right beside the large desk. One of his hands found her waist and the other pulled her to him by the back of her neck, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible to this strange man. This was no small or sweet kiss, this felt as if she couldn't breathe without his lips on hers like he was bringing her back to life, every nerve ending on fire where he touched. Neither one of them held back, each fighting for dominance, neither winning. She heard papers fluttering as he cleared the desk and lifted her onto the edge, stepping between her legs and laying her back, without ever breaking the contact of their kiss. She unbuttons his jacket and pushes it over his shoulders, helping him remove it before he tosses it onto his desk chair.

    He finally broke their kiss to catch his breath and it was like the spell was lifted. Thought filtered back into her brain and she scrambled back across the desk, putting as much space between them as possible. The confusion on her face mirrored his as he straightened his shirt and rolled his cuffs. Neither of them broke eye contact, both watching as if the other were their prey. The only sound was their heavy breaths until she spoke up, "Who are you?"

"That's not important right now. I need you to listen to me; Whatever you do, you can't go outside at night. Especially in your hometown. I know you have no reason to think I'm sane right now, but there is someone who wants you in his possession and he will stop at nothing to acquire you."

"I don't appreciate you talking about me like I'm an ob-"

"I don't see you that way, but he does. He believes that having you at his side, willingly or not, will bring him power. You can't let that happen. I'll do everything I can to throw him off for as long as I can." While his words ricocheted in her mind, he slowly came around the desk to where she was still sitting. He was cautious, taking careful steps and holding his hands up as if he were approaching a cornered dog. She lifted her chin to meet his gaze; neither shying away nor attacking him. He took the opportunity to hold her face in his large, cold hands and gently press his lips to her. Their kiss was more explorative this time than explosive, she let her eyes flutter closed and leaned into their kiss.

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Austin, TX

     He woke with a jerk, consciousness slamming into his skull. He could still feel her skin under his fingers and the heat radiating from her lips on his own. The three witches around him stopped their chanting as he sat up and swung his legs over the table, busying themselves with other tasks now that the king's right-hand man was finished with their services. One handed him a blue concoction and he quickly downed it, knowing it would help with the physical effects of dream weaving. He had thought it necessary to appear in her dream, but that was before. When he felt her just another pawn in his boss's grand plan to finally, fully claim the throne. Before he knew that she was his beloved. He shook his head, he had no time to dwell on the years he spent looking for his beloved before giving up entirely, nor what it meant for his situation now in the Court of Supernatural. No, now he had to make time to save her, he could never allow Moloch to wed her. Especially knowing now that she was not going to bend to his will and what Moloch would do to make her bend.