Voltage

Chapter 34

Warning: Mature content (also known as Sex)

I almost don't notice him until I'm on him, until I only need a few steps to close our distance and....

Do whatever it is my dragon wants to do.

Neither Jack nor Daniel had been in their room, the room only a single corridor away from mine. Obviously I went to an elevator, set on finding the kitchens or common rooms.

My dragon, worn out but awake, merely rolls around in my head, grumbling, purring and groaning all at once. She keeps throwing those images in my head, but now they are less explicit, slower, calmer. Not rapid thrusting bodies, withering and blood and screaming. It's almost elegant, with nails scrapping hard backs, but not drawing blood. Teeth biting, but not in an attempt to rip throats or destroy voice boxes.

Perhaps that's the reason I'm so distracted, why I don't notice him.

He could have been anyone with the way he stood, just a random. Someone relaxing, waiting for the elevator, or for someone they know to come up. Such a plain sight that at first it didn't freak me out.

My dragon snickers, and only when I lock eyes with his green ones do I realize she's done it on purpose. The hunger hits hard. My teeth and nails ache, blood flooding with that now familiar heat. My lower stomach turns to liquid fire.

Ours. Take ours. Now. Mine. Ours.

For a second I almost freeze, unsure whether to retreat or launch myself at him like my body wants me to.

I won't run away. That's not why I'm here. I should confront him, solve this stupid feral nature, but I'm too much a coward.

Trying to act natural, I cross to the other side of the hallway, opposite him and hit the silver button. I try not to look at him, completely aware of the distance between us. I can almost feel his breath on neck. My eyes betray me, sliding to the reflection in the silver doors.

Kenan still leans against the wall, arms cross. His eyes are vivid, pupil thin and sharp. From the centre of his left hand to his elbow is a long scar, almost white against his tanned skin. The skin on his knuckles is slightly pink, with a thin web of lines. Fresh.

I almost jump in relief when I hear a door open but it's one from down the hallway and not the elevators. A man, quiet short and lean, pales when he sees us. He hurries down the other way. Confused I glance back at the elevator doors and expect to see hell burning all around use to give reason for the man's fleeing, but little has changed.

Back in the reflection Kenan suddenly looks more predatory, harsher. He stops glaring at the man, eyes bright with green fire now. In my head my dragon screeches, over joyed by the murderous look. The heat turns to an inferno, the desire to a craving, a thick hot need.

Not now, not now, not now, I repeat in my head, hoping the prayer will calm the dragon, calm the bonfire of my blood.

The elevator, a dull, metal sound in the back of my head comes to a stop, a soft clank I'm sure a human would miss.

I'm almost inside before the doors even open. My dragon screams in outrage and bangs against my skull, hissing venom and tearing her way around my head. Instantly a throb blooms over my temples and every recent injury aches.

My respite doesn't last long.

Kenan steps away from the wall and shoulders through the doors just before they close. In a horrified panic I reach for the button to reopen the door.

One second is all it takes.

My wrist is grabbed, slammed against the wall over my head. The glass cracks. My hand stings. I snarl, bucking against him as he pins my body against the wall with his own. With my arm trapped between our bodies I can only hiss at him.