Succumb (ON HOLD) (Being edited)

Chapter 5

It was fun to break something.  A payback of sorts, you know?  I expected everything to go easy, but I was slightly surprised when I was attacked immediately.

Attacked being a very exaggerated word.

It seemed that a wolf had been stationed near my side, just around the corner; when he came into view and caught sight of me, he didn't hesitate.

He just tackled me.

The breath left my lungs in a whoosh, his weight crushing my chest until I let out a wheeze.  He immediately shifted his weight, taking the pressure from my lungs.  I took a moment to regain my bearings; then I reacted.

I drove a fist into his side, trying to catch him off guard.  It worked.  He grunted, leaving him vulnerable for a second and I took advantage.  Bringing my knees up, I shoved my hands against his chest to use the combined strength of all my limbs to throw him off.  He flew off me, looking so shocked it was comical.

Feeling confident, I jumped up, taking on a defensive stance.  He got up slowly, wincing slightly while his hand gripped his side.  His blue eyes were wary, more guarded as he assessed my stance.  Spreading his hands at his sides, he tried to look unthreatening.

"Look," he began, but I didn't let him finish.  I ducked, driving my shoulder into his stomach and bringing him to the ground.  The move felt good, if not a bit uncomfortable.  It was great to stretch my muscles after being dormant for so long.

"Look," I mocked him, grinning mischievously.  "It's not nice to have someone tackle you.  Especially since I've been out for fucking eight days.  Now tell me: Were you going to stop me?

He growled and heaved, managing to roll over and pin me.  He was careful to keep skin contact to a minimal, which I found amusing.  Usually males couldn't keep their hands off me.

He looked so confused that I pitied him.  His blue eyes were cute with that whole surfer look going on with his shaggy hair and bronzed skin.

"You're a fine specimen, wolf.  What's your name?"

I've thrown him off course again.  "What?" He gaped again.

I made myself smile, giving a little giggle as if I was the sweet girl I fucking wasn't.  "Your name, sweet thing.  I'd like to know what to call you before I give you the fiercest romp of your life." In a sense.

His eyes grew wide, but I saw I was having an effect on him.  It was impossible for any male not to.  Vampires loved our blood; wolves loved our other, more agreeable assets.  He shifted on top of me, his face going slack when I arched my back so that my breasts touched his naked chest.  He was quite warm, which was prominent through the thin bandage around my upper body.

He groaned, completely bespelled with my seduction.  I added a purr to my voice.  "Why don't you let me go and I can show you a good time?"

He looked very tempted, but still, doubt lingered on his face.  "But-"

I kissed him, opening my mouth to brush my tongue against his lips.  He gasped, shocked.  His grip slacked around my wrists and I pulled free, bringing my hands up to cup his face.

I broke away when he didn't respond.  I let my eyes droop as I stared into his eyes, making sure that he was trapped in my gaze.  He was breathing heavily, looking confused while a bit of desire peeked through.

"Why aren't you kissing me back?" I whispered to him while I focused my mind on Cam.

He was waiting impatiently in his room, occasionally telling me to hurry up.