Rogue, Silver and Silent

[2] Tipping Point

A/N: For the wonderful personal message I recieved, I will give you my thursday update "early", as well as in addition to another update on the thursday as usual - for this "half" of the novel (as it seems the messager prefers this kind of tale). Remember the regular updates when tuning in to read, thank you for the support.

Usually an interruption like that would cause a couple to spring apart in embarrassment, or so I had seen, but Zeon continued his assault on my body. His mouth not leaving any sensitive part of my flesh untouched and I was all too willing to allow him to carry on this way. It wasn't until I registered the voice, the slight baritone and gravel that hinted in the coarse tones that I pulled away, violently. I'd caused myself to topple back into the shelves of the library books collapsing around my body.

My eyes didn't dare look at him, knowing that in this tamer state my emotions and the walls between them and I would be all the more fragile. The silent tension that had whipped the oxygen from the air had us all panting heavily and I'm sure there were a number of other reasons why that was occurring. The dusty leather-bound book that I had been reading had now lost itself amongst the toppled mess of books that was surrounding my body, and the urge to busy myself became overwhelming.

I cleared away the mess of books, knowing that neither of their eyes had left me since I had flung myself back into the hard-wood shelves. Sliding the harsh hard-backs and the delicate paper-backs into their place, I was left with the original, leathery book in my hands. Feigning nonchalance I slipped it back into the dusty crevice it had been taken from, and then made myself to look busy by fumbling through the contents of my bag.

It was only then that the realisation that school was yet to start for a good half hour or so that I resolved myself to look up at them. Their eyes were still trained on me but the gazes couldn't have been any different if they tried. One was darkened and angry and calculating, the other was soft and lustful. Both were causing my stomach to churn and the bile to threaten to release from my throat.

I couldn't handle being in the aisle anymore, the air was fast becoming dense and thick and – despite my origin conflict – it was not something I dealt well with. I shouldered my bag barely glancing at either of them, pushing past the twin as he continued to glower down at me.

"And where do you think you're going?" I was just as perplexed as either of them as I stopped short at the question they'd asked.

"Class." Curt and short.

I didn't like the heat I was feeling on my back nor did I like the upcoming feeling of attack that had my shoulders bunching and my skin bristling with both excitement and fury.

I quickly side stepped the hand that was going to swing down on my shoulder and ducked under the other large hand that was going to circle my chest. I wasn't fast enough for the second pair of arms that circled my hips and yanked me back with such an indescribable force that I was too stunned to register pain when my back was flung against the wall on the other end of the aisle.

I was more than annoyed that my back connecting with the wall - even with such ferocity - only sounded a small thud as though only a book had fallen to the floor. Nothing to alarm the few people that were in the library this early in the morning that someone was being attacked by two large males.

A small chuckle escaped Zeon's lips as he took in my stature. I know I oozed fear and now that I had his blood on my tongue and his saliva down my throat, I knew he could smell the emotions rolling off of me. The acceleration wasn't helping any and I was hard pressed trying to think of a way that could break it off.

The twin let out a growl as his eyes captured mine, the slight flaring of his nostrils didn't go unnoticed as I realised he was breathing in my scent. My eyebrows furrowed even more as my brain ticked over the movement. The possessive stance he was taking, the feral, animalistic growls and rumbles that kept emitting from his chest.