Laying in bed.
Graham is beside me.
Doesn't he know that he's a temptation for me?
He basically had to carry me home. I wish I knew how it felt, because by then the drugs had taken effect and I was numb.
"You up?" I've been asleep for a while, I think, but it's not morning yet.
He doesn't respond and I watch his chest rise and fall. He has one arm propped behind his head, the other resting on his abs. His naked chest on display for my eyes.
His dirty blonde hair has gotten long and he's starting to get some scruff. It looks good on him. He's always been able to pull off that gruff bad boy feel. I'm just the pretty boy apparently.
My fingers are bad, they don't listen as they make their way to his neck, wanting to touch the place I would mark him if he was mine.
They press against it softly, and then they are evil because they start to trace other places: across his chest.. his collar bones.. his abs.
I feel the sculptured muscles along his stomach until I make it to the edge of the blanket, the edge of his boxers. I trace across his hip bones, and my mouth is watering. It wants to get a taste.
My tongue is the bad one now. It's licking the hardened nub of the nipple closest to me, licking down his abs as I rub my naughty fingers along his pelvis.
When my tongue flicks against his hip bone, he flinches and let's out a garbled moan. I lick closer to the v of his pelvis, my fingers are pulling the edge of his boxers, just to get a little closer, a little curious at what he's packing in there.
"Unphhmmmm." A low moan seems to wake him up. I can hear his breathing rough as he looks around, trying to get his bearings.
Hands are in my hair, pulling me back from my ministrations. "What are you doing?" His voice is sexy and sleep strained.
I'm frozen, scared now of what my naughty hands have done to me, of what my naughty tongue has done to me.
I try the sleepy-drugged state of mind. "What?" I reach my hand up, rubbing my eyes.
"Don't pull that shit Tal. What were you doing?" He pulls my hair, rough and wild and angry as he slams me to my side of the bed. He's over me, hovering, both of us shirtless.
I ache for his green eyes to shine down on me with the same love I have for him.
But that's a pipe dream.
"I'm sorry." It's all I can think to say.
"Why were you at that club?" He's really asking why I was at a gay club.
I turn my head. I can't look at him. Tears threaten and I really want my cigs.
His right hand pulls my head back, staring at me. "Was it Posy's Idea?"
I nod my head, avoiding that forest green gaze. "Look at me damn it! Why were you there? Why did you give that guy a chance to drug you, huh?" I don't answer because I don't want to tell him. I don't think he really wants to know my answer because it will just make him think about all the times he was so close to me and thought nothing of it while I thought the world of it.
Tears are starting to fall fast. "Let go."
"No! Why did you give him that chance? Do you know what would have happened if Posy hadn't mind linked me to come? Do you?" I struggle to pull away from his grasp as he gets in my face.
"You would have been fucking ass raped by that guy in a dirty bathroom somewhere! That's what would have happened!"
I know it's true, but it hurts.
Suddenly I'm really tired of his power struggle, so I use my genes to my advantage as I knock Graham to the side so hard he falls on the floor.
"Fuck you." Are my parting words before I leave his room and head to my sisters room next door.
It's 3AM, but she doesn't protest as I climb in and snuggle into her. She lets me cry into her shoulder and doesn't ask a single thing. She just runs her nails into my scalp, soothing me like she used to do when we were kids.
She almost seems stronger than I am at times. With the proper training she could easily surpass me, but I was the firstborn.
"Is Posy okay?" I'm not sure if she made it back okay, but my sister must have seen them come home with me.
"Yea. She was pretty torn up when we got here. She blames herself."
I will have to have a talk with her. I'm an alpha. It's my own responsibility to look out for myself, but I couldn't even look out for my cousin in a club. She disappeared within minutes.
I don't think much more as I let myself fall asleep to the gentle motion of my sisters fingers running through my hair.
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Graham is the one that doesn't show up for our training on day 4, so I run the laps alone. I do my stretches alone. I practice fighting stances alone and try not to think of the way that man left two bright red hickeys on my neck, the way he left his mark on me.
"Hey." Posy is here.
I pat the spot beside me for her to take a seat and reach an arm around her shoulders to let her lean against me. I think this shook her up more than me.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. I wasn't paying attention and it happened. I should have better visual skills as a future leader. It's a lesson learned."
She doesn't seem to believe that, but we try to ignore the elephant in the room as I take a breather to read a few chapters of 'The Anatomy of Werewolves'.
"I'm sorry I called Graham."
"Posy. It's okay. I promise. Don't beat yourself up about it. Nothing happened."
"But now he-"
I interrupt her this time. "He doesn't really know anything. He just has an idea." I don't tell her about my naughty ways.
She nods her head and starts to leave.
"Next time we'll just go to a regular pack party."
I nod my head. "Sounds good."
But the truth is, I don't think I will be drinking for a while.
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Hidden Bonds
Lobisomem(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
