In love with a Lycan

Chapter 16

KENNA

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god! I should never put the lord's name in vain, twice even, but holy mother of fuck.

Why did I have to look right at his bulge? He was massive. The man was well-hung and—

Fuck, Kenna. Stop acting like a child and grow up.

Walking toward the couch, I fell back on it and rested my head on the cushion.

Adrian was confusing the hell out of me. Every time the man was close, I wanted to jump him. I have never been like this with a man before. Even with the guy before, even though it was all for his benefit, I didn't act like a love-sick teenager who was ready to dry hump him into next Tuesday.

Shaking my thoughts, I knew I needed to calm down. I moved my head to the side and looked out the window. It was now dark, and the rain was still coming down hard.

This storm didn't look like it would end soon.

I could hear clunking behind me, indicating that Adrain was still handling the food. Why would he take over if I was supposed to do it as payment?

Could it be he wants something else?

Fuck, why was I heading to sex with him? That was a stupid question even for me. The man was desirable as hell and made my panties drip with need.

I heard movement behind me, and when I looked back, I saw Adrain walking toward me with two plates. I followed his every move until he handed me mine.

"Did you pick a film?"

Fuck. I was dealing with my racing thoughts about your damn cock, even to register what you asked me.

Shaking my thoughts and even my head to him, Adrian smiled. "I'll pick them. I was wondering what your collection would be like, anyway."

My cheeks flamed as he placed his plate on the couch and walked over to the side of the bookcase, where I had placed some of my cherished films.

I watched him bend slightly, and my eyes instantly went to his firm ass.

Fuck, nope, I should not be looking.

I definitely should not be looking. I clenched my legs together and looked down at my plate. I needed a distraction, but even my burger wasn't satisfying me.

"Well, you have romance, and that's it," he said, making me look back at him. His eyes were on me. "But I don't care. It's something."

He turns around, puts a film into the system, and returns to the couch to sit. "Why so many of those types of films? You're a romantic at heart, huh?"

A grin pulled the corners of his lips up slightly.

My cheeks blushed again, and I looked at my burger. I don't think I can eat, not in front of him. "I guess so."

I didn't know what to say to that. Was I a romantic at heart? I bought the films because I didn't have a proper TV and still don't have one. Also, it was mainly for me not to be bored. I picked the ones I liked the look of. Many of them always made sure the man got the woman. I never got that. Why couldn't the woman do it instead?

Most TVs now have Netflix built into them, but I have had the same TV for the last few years. I could never afford one.

"Hey, don't get embarrassed," Adrian said, placing his hand on mine. Tingles rippled through me like you get an electric shock from someone who touched you. I pulled back, and my eyes widened. I looked at him. His eyes darkened but became more soft when he saw me look at him.

"Kenna, I—"

"Shall we watch the film and eat?" I blurted, needing a distraction. I hope he picked one with no love scenes, which could lead to more awkwardness. I don't mind watching them, but when you are sitting next to a guy who I clearly have something for, there is no doubt my brain would instantly think about him and me doing all those scenes together.

Shaking my thoughts away for what felt like a hundred-odd times, I ate my food and kept my eyes on the TV. Adrain had chosen "Never Been Kissed". I love this one and have seen it more than I can count.

After eating, I placed my plate on the table and settled in to watch the last few minutes of the film till there was a loud noise outside, and everything in the house went completely dark.

"What the—" I screamed, jumping in my seat.

"It's the storm, Kenna," Adrian said reassuringly. His hand touched mine, and tingles rippled through me, but that didn't bother me. My eyes went to the window just as lightning zapped through the sky.

Adrian moved slightly until his thumb and finger came to my chin. Then he moved me to look at him. My eyes landed on him. He was too close.

Thunder crashed through the air, making me jump. I had never been through a storm like this, and it was frightening.

"Shh, sweetheart," Adrain murmured, moving closer to me. He placed his hand around me and pulled me closer until I was almost on his chest. "I got you. The storms here are harsh and can get more horrendous."

Great, that's all I needed to hear.

"Kenna, look at me," he said, which made me realize I had closed my eyes. I opened them and looked back at him. He fixed his eyes on mine. His hands were rubbing up and down my arms, which was soothing.

"The storm won't hurt you," he said. "Your house will protect you, and so will I. I won't let anything happen to you."

There was some ease in the way he said that, but it still didn't help me. I have been in some storms before, but I was always in bed. I thought it would be like that when everyone mentioned a storm earlier, but I guess I was wrong.

"Kenna, you're shaking," Adrian murmured, pulling me closer onto his lap. I didn't even resist. I didn't care anymore. I hated being scared, which wasn't a thing for me.

"I'm not normally like this," I murmured, placing my head on his shoulder. "I hate—"

"Don't be hard on yourself," he said, resting his head on mine. "The storms here are always like this. Few people have them, and I take it you never did."

I shook my head.

"Well, they will go through the night," he said, moving his head off mine, which made me look up at him. We locked on to one another and stared. His hand rested on my hip, drawing circles where the other came to my chin and keeping me in place.

I looked at him when I noticed his eyes change slightly, but that couldn't be.

Another crash of thunder and a streak of lightning came, highlighting the room.

Clearing my throat, I moved my head from his grasp and looked around. We needed some light. Most importantly, I needed to be off his lap. There was no way I should be on it, even if it felt right.

"I think I have candles and flashlights in the top drawer by the sink. I think we should place some around the room, right?"

Adrian said nothing, but his grip on me tightened, which made me arch my eyebrow at him. His eyes stayed on me longer, like he was searching for something within my soul.

Why was he being like this?