The Wolves Belong Underground

Chapter 8

(WARNING: Detailed erotica in this chapter. If thats not your cup of tea, please skip to the next chapter ❤️)

The two arrived back at the manor, Maria chatting away tipsily as they went to the library. Zorath lit the fireplace as Maria took a seat on the couch. Rain droplets began to tap the windows, Maria taking off her gloves while Zorath began to pour her a glass of brandy.

"Have you ever had brandy before?" He asked, handing her the crystal glass.

"No, never." she shook her head and took a sip. She suppressed her facial reaction towards the strong liquor, burning her throat as she swallowed. He sat on the armchair beside the couch, sipping his own drink after taking off his jacket. "It's great." she croaked. He smirked over his glass as he watched her. "So," she began, crossing her legs. "Do you think it's Bonheur?"

He thought for a moment, taking in more of his brandy. "No, I don't. But I do think the killer was there."

"Do you?" She turned her body, feeling her whole body relaxing.

"Mhm. I think Ludwig is on to something. It's a scientist."

"The one who invited Bonheur?"

"No, someone else. I'm not exactly sure though. I'll have to get a list of every man who attended."

"What if it's a woman?" She pointed out after another sip. He paused a moment, staring into the fireplace.

"A list of every man and women, yes." He nodded. Maria felt a giggle slip out between her lips. He looked back at her. "Have you had enough to drink tonight, Miss. DeRosa?"

"I have not, Mr. Wolfsbane." she smirked. He quickly looked away from her after she said that. "You know," she began, "I actually had an enjoyable time with you this week."

"It... wasn't awful." He agreed in his own way. She smiled, taking the last sip of her drink. He noticed and topped off her glass and his own. "How was your night as a free woman?"

"I never want it to end." she said softly, looking down at her drink. The pair sat in silence for a moment, the crackling of the fire and rain pouring down outside filling the silence. "Do you... ever get lonely?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're alone most of the time. I never see you go out, invite people over. Not even someone to keep your bed warm."

He gulped his drink, avoiding her eyes. "I prefer to be alone, I'm just not a fan of people."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

She giggled softly, feeling herself grow warmer and loser with every sip of brandy "What do you think of me?"

"Annoying, but tolerable than most."

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." She smirked.

"Don't get used to it." he returned the smile, taking her back a bit.

"What if..." she trailed off.

"Hm?"

She stopped herself from carrying on. She was taking it too far and was only going to embarrass herself. She set down her drink on the wood side table. "I think I should retire now." She stood at her feet but stumbled. Zorath quickly stood up, catching her before she fell. She laughed, holding onto him. "I'm sorry,"

"You say that a lot." He helped her steady to her feet. She composed herself, leaning against his chest. He looked down at her, that feeling of being stuck held her again, her eyes locked with his.