Half Breed

The Imprint

The Imprint

"Why? Why would you help me?" I murmur.

"This isn't right, and I have to fix it." Short and to the point. A question still rings in my head.

"Is that why you stood up for me over your mother back in the dining room?" Fletcher pauses for a moment, and I hear his heartbeat pick up under my ear. He holds me closer and I feel his lips in my hair.

"I...I don't know why I did that. She just--Caroline said that stuff about you and I couldn't handle it. I just reacted." We both grew quiet and he just held me. I felt something in my chest growing, something burning and crawling it's way free. Slowly it takes over me, spreading over my entire body. Everything in me stiffens, and I feel Fletcher doing the same. Heat rushes through me and my nails dig into his back, scraping down against his T-shirt. My heart pounds and I just burn, everything on me burns. All I know is that I want this feeling gone as soon as possible. It's hot, and consuming, and unbearable.

Something inside me snaps and I realize it's Fletcher. Fletcher is the only thing that can get rid of this terrible tightness in my being and he needs to do it now. He seems to come to the same conclusion because he pulls back a bit to look down at me, his eyes and face flushed with heat. I feel myself shiver and that seems to have a bigger reaction on him than I thought it would. His bright red eyes flash with black before he yanks me flush up against him again, but this time it's less comforting and more hungry. One of his arms wraps tightly around my waist, holding my hips against his. The other grips the back of my neck and tugs my face to his. His lips meet my ear and I feel my breathing automatically grows heavy and I can't help clinging to him.

"What are you doing to me?" Fletcher groans into my ear, making my breath catch. My hands grip hard onto his shoulders and I feel his teeth start to nibble on my ear. I hold him tighter and press closer, a whimper leaving my throat. He smirks against my skin, moving down to suck right beneath my ear on my neck. All sense in me flies away and the only word I can think is Fletcher.

One hand still cradles my neck, holding my head to the side so he can do as he pleases to my heated skin. The other travels down from my waist and under my shirt before skimming against my stomach. A gasp leaves my lips as his tongue trails down my neck until it reaches my shoulder.

What the hell are you doing? my wolf's warning tone rings in my head, You have a mate out there, remember? But part of me--my side that I never knew wasn't wolf--doesn't care anymore. She absolutely loves what's happening, and would do almost anything to get this tightened, restless feeling gone.  My wolf catches on that this might actually be useful for us when Fletcher's teeth nick the spot just between my neck and shoulder. I moan low, all my attention back to Fletcher as my fingers grip into his hair.

A door being slammed a little ways down the hall has me jumping a bit in Fletcher's arms. I wait for the bucket of cold water to be pour on us, for both of us to realize that what we're doing is all wrong and we need to stop, but it doesn't happen. Instead, it's almost like things get worse.

"Fletcher, dude! Who are you all rubbed-up against over there?" A very obnoxious (okay, I might just find him obnoxious because we're busy here and he's interrupting) voice cat calls from a few feet over. The guy's head appears a bit in my peripheral as he says it, and automatically Fletcher tenses up against me. Not the tensing like before where our muscles tightened to the point where he ended up leaving me covered in love bites, but the kind that symbolizes he senses danger. I clutch onto his  shoulders for dear life as he spins me so my back is against my room door, hunched over me to block any possible way the random guy behind him could see me.