THE WAR OF BLOOD AND FANGS

Chapter 4- The lab, the diary and the drama

Janet

The pleasure in his eyes was intensifying and extremely restless, glaring at me with an hungry gaze. He had to control himself, and his wolf was craving me more than he was, the inner struggle and the growling intensified.

Sebastian had the urge to mark and mate me right in that spot, his primitive desire and his animalistic instinct wild.

"What are you doing, Sebastian?" I asked, with a fearful tone. My hand pounding and my legs wobbling in a vulnerable position. Fuck my whole body for acting this way, I thought, frustrated with my own response.

"We both know what I'm about to do," Sebastian said, his voice in a seductive tone, looking at me with a confident smile.

"Don't you fucking touch me, I'll scream," I said, trying to sound firm but my voice was shaky. Sebastian fingers touched my bare skin, I had a shocking sensation and jolted in response. He slowly moved his fingers under my shirt, removing my bra lace.

A gentle touch, showing an intimate gesture. "Should I continue? Sebastian asked, his voice errotic, and a husky whisper. His lips tracing every inch of my face, giving me soft caress.

"Don't you fucking touch me," I whispered back at him, my mind resistant but my whole body betraying me, laid with me was a vulnerable sensation.

"Fine! but you would beg me to touch you in every single part, your body is quite deceiving you know," Sebastian said.

As I stood there, Sebastian's piercing gaze seemed to bore into my soul, his intense blue eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. His chiseled features, accentuated by the dim lightening, made my heart race.

The air was heavy with tension, thick with the scent of desire and uncertainty. I coughed hard and he handled me a bottle of water, hesitated, my hand hovering around the water bottle he offered, my mind replying his words. Your body is quite deceiving, The comment stung, leaving a lingering sense of vulnerability.

My thoughts swirled, Wondering what he meant, whether it was a compliment or criticism. The silence between us grew, punctuated only by the soft hum of the surrounding environment.

I felt his eyes tracing my every move, every flutter of my eyelashes, every tremble of my fingers. My skin prickled under his scrutiny as if his gaze was a gentle caress. Sebastian's voice was laced with seduction as he offered me the bottle, his eyes gleaming with a knowing spark.

"Please, take it. I wouldn't want you to faint on me just yet I still need to explore every inch of that delicate skin, which smells like a heavenly blend of vanilla and mint," I snatched the bottle from his hand, my movement fueled with irritation.

I downed the content in one swift motion, the liquid burning my throat. With a fierce gesture, I hurled the empty bottle at the wall, where it shattered with a soft crash. My gaze locked onto Sebastian, My voice low and menacing.

"Don't ever touch me like that again." I spun around, intent on leaving, but Sebastian's voice halted me.

"Where are you rushing to, Miss Janet? You're forgetting something." I stood firm, my back to him, refusing to acknowledge his taunt.

"I'm not forgetting anything, just leave me alone."

Sebastian chuckle was low and husky sending shivers down my spine.

"I bet you'd love what you see if you only take a glance," His words dripped with persuasion, tempting me to surrender to my curiosity.

"Mr Sebastian, cease your gamesmanship at once! I refuse to be toyed with," I declared, My voice firm and resolute.