When Worlds Collide

Nineteen

Light streaming through the thin curtains woke me that morning and in my half-asleep, dreamlike state I was somehow acutely aware than I was not atop my bedroll in the tent or in my simple, familiar bed at home. It was the comfiest I had been in ages and I snuggled down into the comforter, my mind still not registering the events of yesterday. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and rubbed them to get my eyes to focus clearly. Still bleary-eyed and half-asleep, but desperate for a wee, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up to shuffle myself to the bathroom. Not looking anywhere but the door, my foot suddenly caught on a large object on the ground causing me to let out a shriek and tumble forwards, landing straight on the hard mass that just happened to let out an 'oomph'. 

Large arms wrapped around me tightly as Callan shot up from his slumber on the floor and looked around for danger. Tingles shot up my arms and warmth seeped generously into my body, my bare arms and legs instantly feeling the proximity of my body against Callan's. I squeaked as I realised what had happened and made a futile attempt to pull myself from Callan's arms. Each time I pulled Callan's arms tightened like a vice and I was hyper aware of his fingers digging into my skin, my heart began to pound and there was that strange, uncomfortable feeling in my lower stomach, that drifted down into my nether regions. Instinctively, I wanted to snap my legs shut, a odd throbbing ache appearing where it most definitely should not. 

"What happened?" He asked, his voice gruff from sleep. 

"I just tripped over you, I...I forgot you were there," I whispered sheepishly, blood rushing to my cheeks turning them a rosy red. My brain was hardly working, all the blood rushing to my cheeks and my vagina. 

I almost cursed aloud. This was something Brietta had tried to mention, but I shut her down once again. The feeling was definitely new to me, but it was not exactly unwanted. Callan tensed beneath me as he recognised his fingers were touching the soft skin of my thigh and upper arm. He turned to look at me and inhaled sharply, his irises deepening a dark black colour.

"Josephina..."He bit out, "Why are you just in your underthings?" 

"I'm sorry! This was all I had on under my outer clothes and you said I had to rest." 

Callan shifted so that he was in a sitting position and I ended up sat on his lap, my legs wrapped around his hips and facing him, looking straight into those wild, obsidian eyes. 

"Your eyes..." 

He shifted beneath me and I could feel something hard poking me down there. I gasped not expecting the sudden contact, nor did I expect how good it felt. "What is that?" I asked, moving my hand to grab whatever it was and move it out of the way. 

Callan smirked, and rolled his hips lightly, my breath hitched as it hit my sensitive spot once more. I realised then that it was his cock and by the look in his eyes, he was loving this. 

"Oh my god," I scrambled to get off his lap and he released his hands, letting me stand. "You, you..." I stammered, looking for words. 

"You have some explaining to do Miss Josephina," He responded, using his hand to shift and adjust himself. I could not believe I had allowed myself to get that close to him; to let myself enjoy him. He was a Lycan, the same species currently holding my sister hostage, I was not sure why I let myself forget that. 

 My bladder squeezed tightly and I remembered why I had gotten out of bed so quickly in the first place. I gave him a nervous look, "I have to use the bathroom, please I shall be quick," I begged. 

Callan stood up and narrowed his eyes at me, I definitely did not feel like his favourite person right now. I felt myself beginning to shrink under his gaze until he finally shook his head with a sigh and waved me off with a flick of his hand. I took it before he changed his mind and darted out of the room, hoping that the bathroom was free.