I'm All Yours

Chapter III - Try again, Love

I am currently sitting at my kitchen counter on a stool, watching this so called Aiden shuffle around effortlessly throughout my kitchen, making omelettes.

After our moment near the front door, I managed to gain my composure and strength to push him away from me. Well, he let me push him away from me, as it's obvious right now by the way his muscles flex, that he is much stronger than I am.

Oh, did I forget to mention he's also shirtless?! He manages to wear a pair of shorts, but he couldn't put on a shirt? I can't help but get distracted by the way his arm muscles tighten when he flips the omelette, or how his back muscles move when he reaches for something in a top shelf. Just how he moves in general is hypnotising.

But anyway, here we are now, him making omelettes, and me acting as if he has no effect on me, but if obvious by his knowing smirk and my flushed cheeks that that is not in fact true. He agreed to let me ask him as many questions as I wanted, if I agreed to let him make me an omelette, and I am not missing the opportunity to get free food.

Although, even if I wasn't, I think staring at this glorious body would be eno-
Shut up Andy!

"So, Andy," Aiden drawled lowly as he placed a freshly cooked omelette on a plate in front of me. I stared at the omelette, trying to distract myself from his hot arms leaning on the counter in front of me, his face moving closer to mine.

"Is the name Andy short for something? Andrea?" He asked curiously, cocking his head slightly to the left as he eyed me carefully.

Don't swoon, even if he looks like a puppy. A freaking muscular sexy God of a puppy!

"N-No. My name is j-just Andy." I stuttered out stupidly, feeling heat rush to my face as he leaned closer and took a forkful of my omelette.

Get it together Andy! Why are you suddenly acting like a lovestruck 12 year old? You're 19, for crying out loud, act like one!

"Just Andy, hm?" He questioned, straightening himself before he walked slowly around the kitchen counter, now standing right in front of me.

"Yes," I said more firmly, "just Andy." Is he mocking my name? What's wrong with just Andy? Not girly enough for him?

I don't know why, but I was suddenly feeling really defensive and mad. How dare mock my name! My parents loved this name, they gave me this name, and I love it.

I watch as his golden orbs stare right into my dark green eyes, studying me, watching my reactions.

A smirk slowly forms on his face as he takes a step forward, and is suddenly in between my legs, his arms resting on either side of me on the kitchen counter, caging me in.

My breath caught, not liking the feeling of being trapped, yet the darker side of me found this oddly thrilling, and kind of a turn on.

Get it together!

"And why did your parents decide to call you just Andy?" He whispers huskily as he pushes himself into my body more firmly, his lips coming to my neck again, trailing light kisses along my neck and across my collarbone.

Push him off!

I felt my eyes slowly flutter close as his hands started trailing down my sides, to my waist, then skimmed along the outside of my thighs. Sparks, erupting from everywhere he touched. It was pleasurable torcher.

"Hm, I think we might need to talk about this tight pants too, love. Very tempting." He almost growled as his hands began to rub up and down my thighs more firmly, his thumbs brushing my inner thighs and moving up. I felt my stomach tighten with each stroke of his hands on my legs.

Oh man, get your hormones together Andy!

I felt him nip at my collarbone when my eyes shot open.
"Stop," I whispered, not really sure if I meant it or not.

"Are you sure that's what you want, love?" He mumbled huskily against the spot he nipped, before lightly sucking and licking it.

I swallowed nervously, trying to hold in the moan that was trying to escape.

"Y-yes." I stuttered out weakly, breath becoming more ragged.

"Try again, love." He whispered as his lips began travelling up my neck to my jawline, placing light kisses all along in. When his lips started to get closer to my mouth, that's when I knew it had to stop.

"Stop." I said more firmly now, pushing against his chest, and staring up into his eyes.

His eyes were glowing golden again, my eyes getting caught in the vibrant colour. I felt him breathing heavily, trying to calm himself, as his eyes dulled back to their normal bright hazel colour.

"You said I got to ask questions," I couldn't help but mentally high five myself for that coming out so strong.

He stood there, watching me for a moment, before he took an abrupt step back, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leaned against a wall.

"That I did. Ask away, Andy."

I felt my heart skip a beat at how he said my name. What is this stranger doing to me?

Pulling my eyes away from his chiselled chest, I stared at him in the eyes.

"What are you?" I asked seriously.

"Straight to the point, huh?" Amusement flashed in his eyes.

What was so funny about this?

"What do you think I am, Andy?" He asked dangerously, his eyes glowing a little brighter, his head cocked to the side.

Holy moly my ovaries.

I swallowed, and let out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding.

"I think you're a pervert, who broke into my house and tried to take advantage of me."

I watched as his eyes darkened, but the smirk stayed on his face. Somehow, he looked even hotter.

"As I recall, sweetheart, you let me him willingly, remember?"

I-what? What is he talking about?

"N-no I didn't! I let in a dog! It was asleep in my bed, but then the next morning you-"

Oh. I think I knew what was happening, yet I still didn't want to admit it to myself.

"Yes?" He asked, his smirk widening, his eyes glistening with humour.

"You- you're a- you-" My words weren't making sense. Hell, my thoughts weren't making sense! He can't be what I think he is, right?

"That's correct. I'm a werewolf, love."

He said it. It's been said. Is he crazy, or am I?

I stood up to try run when a wave of dizziness suddenly crashed over me, causing me to stumble. A strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around my body, pulling me to their chest before I could hit the ground.

I try to struggle against him, but he's too strong, and warm, and he smells so good, and these electric shocks are so pleasant, I couldn't help but start to black out.

"I'm you're werewolf", were the last words I heard before everything went dark.