Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Eight

His lips were strong and soft and I shuddered as I felt his teeth with my tongue, there was a fire racing through my mouth, my heart, and my brain and it burned away at the constant chatter. Suddenly, just for that short while, it was quiet, all I could think was I wanted more because the kiss felt like fresh air, like I'd been lying in a casket for a decade and pulled myself up through the soil of my own hardened grave.

I was exhilarated.

I didn't question it. I wanted it so I went for it.

Looking back maybe the reason I was so desperate to get away from him, far but not too far, was because I knew what would end up happening if I stayed with him too long.

Even after, when I finally managed to pull away from the basic instinct that begged for me to continue, I didn't regret it, couldn't.

It was like in that second I forgot all the points we scored against each other, my fears, my fear of him, my utter crippling fear of rejection. I forgot the reasons why and why not, the shame and the embarrassment, the anger and the guilt.

All of it went away, dissolved, and I was happy.

Castus just loomed over me, watching me as I wiped my lips my cheeks burning. The shame was returning and I was beating myself up for doing what I'd done.

I'd let him win.

His eyes were dark I could see the swirling vibrant blue and it made me nervous because I knew it meant desire.

I could see the bulge in his pants, it looked painful and I almost wanted to snicker.

My own heavy breathing made me too aware of what I'd instigated and I looked away, turning my head and scratching my neck.

When I turned back he was looking down at me with this feral look in his eyes and I jumped a little when I saw the fangs.

"Stop," I put a hand against his chest.

He growled like I've never heard him growl before, it wasn't him reprimanding me it was something else but for once I couldn't understand it and I wasn't willing to search for a part of me that would.

It felt like the room shook, hell it felt like the whole world was shaking, but I was even more shocked to see that it was me.

My hand was on his chest shaking like a leaf in the breeze.

When he spoke his voice was low and gravelly, he sounded animalistic though his fangs never appeared to impede his speech.

"Why are you doing this Sven?"

"Castus?" I looked up, not understanding and shaken.

"Do you-" He clenched his jaw and swallowed, "Do you even know what you do to me half the time? It's like you do it on purpose and then you look me in the eye and tell me to stay the fuck away."

"D-do what?" A nagging voice scolded me for stuttering but I wasn't listening.

"You turned your neck, brushed your hair out of the way, your fuckin' cheeks are red and lips all- god- you smell so good- fuck." I could see him inhaling.

I was shocked. Had I done that? Had I just offered myself up on a plate without realizing it?

My face was worse than red, might have just discovered a new colour.

"I can't stand it, you're running but it's like you're begging for me to chase you. I'm fucking confused because I know you should be attracted to me but- I know you are- but then maybe you don't because who could be so happy running from their mate... I can't stand the damn mixed signals."