Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 10

When Grace next woke, it was past midday. This time, their rumbling stomachs forced both parties to consider rising, in order to search out much-needed sustenance. Having located her bathrobe, Grace found herself being led into the main kitchen, her fingers permanently entwining with Benedict's as they walked.

'By the way,' he muttered sexily into Grace's ear, as she settled down onto a stool. 'I can smell the scent of sex...or at least sexual pleasure...on your incredibly delectable body again. And I love it.'

Flashing her a most suggestive wink, Benedict then located a number of ingredients, easily rustling up the tastiest omelette she could ever remember eating.

'This is sooooo good,' she moaned, before hungrily consuming another mouthful.

'You only think that because your energy reserves are so low,' he teased, gazing affectionately across the table at her.

'Well, you've only got yourself to blame for that,' she countered cheekily.

'Have I now?' he enquired, an eyebrow rising, as though to challenge her statement. 'You're placing the blame for what happened solely at my door, are you? That is very interesting.'

Blushing slightly, Grace returned to eating her food, appreciating that she was at least partly to blame for what took place last night and again this morning. Not that blame felt like exactly the right word to use in these circumstances. Congratulate might be more appropriate.

Just then, an elderly lady shuffled quite unexpectedly into the room. She was wearing a black dress with a white apron, her demeanour instantly marking her out as staff. She looked as though she didn't belong in this era. Her dress, her physicality; in all honesty, Grace thought she'd have looked much less out of place in a Jane Austen novel.

'Oh! Good morning Master Benedict, Ma'am,' she added respectfully in Grace's direction. 'I do apologise for disturbing you. I wasn't aware you had company.'

'We'll be out of your hair again soon, Rosa,' Benedict replied with a nod. 'Please do carry on as you were.' But Rosa didn't return her master's easy attitude. On the contrary, she appeared alarmed at Grace's presence and generally rattled. Within seconds, she swiftly left the room. It was a reaction not missed by the man of the house, though. After his housekeeper's exit, he seemed to noticeably draw back into himself, becoming much less tactile and affectionate with Grace. Almost as though an unspoken warning had been passed to him from the apparition which had been Rosa.

After they'd finished eating, Benedict accompanied Grace back to her room, making no attempts to suggest they continue their previous pleasures.

'I'll call a cab for you,' he offered. 'Would a quarter of an hour be long enough for you to get ready?'

'Er. Yes. That would be fine, thank you.' Failing not to feel both dejected and rejected, Grace made her way back into her bedroom, a location she'd barely spent any time in to date, and gathered her few meagre possessions together. Before long, she'd made her way back down to the main entrance hall, surprised to discover Benedict already there. Marching across to her, looking like a man determined to have his say, he focused seriously on Grace.

'I need to tell you...I'm not the right guy for you,' he stated firmly.

It was a fairly out of the blue statement which, had it been made by any other man, Grace would have immediately rejected as a ridiculous and somewhat big-headed presumption. But she had an idea that Benedict was rather psychic. He had certainly proven himself capable of reading her thoughts with ruthless efficiency. Besides, he was wrong. She wasn't sure that he could be any more perfect for her. Grace's certainty made her determined to argue her case.