The Grrr Games

Chapter 19

Vicky's POV

Neither of us talk as we sip our wine, but even doing nothing I still feel the fire from being near him.

I think about what has happened in the past hour, and none of the information has sunk in.

My mate is the king of werewolves.

This is the one price of information that won't stop running though my mind.

Right as I finish my wine he turns to me and stares into my eyes.

"Tell me about yourself." He softly commands.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Everything." I scoff at him and roll my eyes.

"Aren't you helpful?" I say with sarcasm dripping off my voice.

"How about I ask you a question, and then you ask me a question?"

"Sure, you first." Sure, this sounds super childish and stupid, but we just met! We know that's we will spend the rest of our fricken lives together, so why not start to get to know each other now?

"Okay, um... Favorite food?"

"Mac n' cheese and cheese pizza." I say instantly.

"Cool, your turn."

"Favorite color."

"Blood red."

"Oh, how fitting." He lets out a deep chuckle that makes shivers run down my back.

"How about your favorite color?"

"Blue."

"What kind of blue."

"All of them."

"Do you have a favorite shade of blue?"

"Nope."

"Okay then."

"How about your favorite food?"

"Steak."

"What the fuck? Your the perfect stereo-typical werewolf king."

"I didn't know there was a stereo type for that."

"There wasn't one, but then you came along and made one." There is a short silence between us before I break it.

"Let me guess. You hate vampires to, right?"

"Vampires don't exist."

"How much you wanna bet that that's what the vampires tell people?" He sighs and shakes his head at me.

"My turn. Favorite animal."

"Wolf. What kind of question is that?"

"I don't know."

"Whatever. Your turn." I frown at him playfully.

"You aren't mad at me are you?" Concern laced through his voice. "Please don't be mad." He takes my hand and tangles our fingers together.

"What? Why would I be mad at you?"

"I don't know, I just don't want you to be mad at me. I can't live without you now that I've found you."

"Don't sweat. I'm not mad. My turn."

"Do you even want to do this?"

"I do, but..."

"But?"

"I would much rather do something else." I trail my hands up his chest and into his hair.

"Like what?" He places his hands on my hips and pulls me towards him.

"I don't know. What would u rather do?"

"This." He smashes his lips against mine and we kiss with the same hunger as our first kiss.

My hands travel down his back while his explore my legs. He grips my thighs and pulls me onto his lap.

We kiss and sparks shoot through my body wherever he touches me.

I grind my hips against his manhood and he moans, breaking the kiss.

"Do you have to do that?" Repeating what he had said earlier.

"Yes, I have to do everything to drive you crazy." I continue to grind against him. I feel his little man perk up.

He leans in for a kiss but I place my hands on his chest and pull away.

"Please."

"Nope, I'm good." I get off of his lap and pour myself another glass of wine.

"What a show." Someone says behind us.

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