Chapter 7 (Willow)

35 5 10
                                    



"Willow, take a deep breath, for deaths sake, Jack this was why you should have waited for Darlia." Fahima sighed, her hand gently rubbing Willow's back for comfort. "You freaked her out completely!"

Willow hid her face in her hands embarrassed, she couldn't imagine that everyone had to go through this every time! She knew Fahima must feel like this with Lina, but she couldn't get herself to say it out loud. How could this be arousing? How should this be okay? Nobody told her it would feel like that! Why didn't Fahima warn her?

Don't talk with Fahima about it.

Her gaze shifted to Jack as he spoke up, and she struggled to regain control over her breathing, even as his intense stare remained fixed on her.

"What?" She managed to utter, still working on steadying her breathing.

"I said, just focus on your breathing." Fahima repeated, making Willow frown confused. Hadn't she heard Jack say she shouldn't talk with her about it? Why shouldn't she talk with Fahima about it?

Because feeding is a private matter, you don't talk about it.

With wide eyes she starred at Jack who tugged at the bandage. He had talked, but his mouth hadn't moved.

How did he do that?

Telepathy, one of the perks of being a reaper, angel and demon but now we're talking about me. He shifted in the desk chair, offering her a brief smile as she panicked internally. Not only could they read her thoughts, invade her privacy but they could also speak to her like this? She really needed James to teach her blocking. You will learn it eventually, but Willow do not talk with Fahima. You don't want her to know how I made you feel, right?

His raised eyebrow and the way he licked his lips made her blush intensely, causing her to hide her face behind her hair.

"Willow? You're turning red, Jack did you take too much?!" Fahima exclaimed nervously, as she hadn't heard what he said. "Jane get some orange juice!"

"No Jane, get the bottle and a glass from my stash," Jack interjected, waving Jane off. She disappeared into his closet, returning with a bottle of whiskey. Jack poured some into a glass and handed it to Willow. "Drink."

"It's whiskey Jack! She can't-" Fahima's protest was cut off as Willow swiftly downed the drink. "Willow you can't drink!"

"Relax, she's a lightweight, this will calm her nerves." Jack dismissed her concerns with a shrug. He settled back into his chair while Willow reclined on his bed with a relieved sigh, the effects of the strong alcohol quickly taking hold.

"How do you even know she's a lightweight," Fahima raised a brow before looking down at Willow. Jack shrugged and just mumbled that he just knows.

"I'm sorry master Jack, but I do have to agree with Fahima, I remember my first time you ate and the effect is quite the shocker." Jane mumbled, making Willow open her eyes.

That's right, Jane had been the one Jack had gotten blood from before her, meaning that she went through the same Willow just did each time.

Had they done it? Had it let to that? What if she hadn't pulled back, what would had happened?

Jack let out a chuckle and she eyed him from the bed where he sat with a smirk.

"What interesting thoughts, are you jealous?"

"What?" She sat up abruptly, taking a hold of Fahima's arm when she realized it hit her quicker than she expected. Probably cause of the missing blood, but she did feel a calmness she wasn't mad about. "I am not jealous! I don't care, and stay out of my head!"

Reaper's PetWhere stories live. Discover now