Blood Wars

Chapter 5: The Day After (pic of Tara)

Warm arms were wrapped around me when I woke up. I sighed softly and scooted closer to my new mate. Memories of last night filled me and I moaned. Wolfe woke up and squeezed me tightly to his chest. “Good morning my love.” Morning? Shit

            As much as I hated to leave him, I jumped out of bed looking for my top. “Shit, do you know where my top is?” I was frantic searching his room when he suddenly he was in front of my holding my face.

            “Calm down.” He was trying not to smile, which only made me want to hit him. His smile grew wide and sexy as he read my thoughts. “Why don't we start with some breakfast, and you can meet the crew.”

            “Fine, but you do realize that we are both dead when I get home.”

            “I told you. We will handle your father together.” He cut off my protest with a soft kiss on my lips. I wrapped my hands around his neck to stop him from pulling away. He quickly lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his naked waste. “You are a wild one aren’t you.”

            In response, I dropped down and pushed him onto the bed. He was shocked for only a moment before I had crawled on top of him, kissing him passionately. A knock on the door interrupted us. Wolfe growled at the door, “What!”

            A male voice answered, “Are coming down for breakfast, Wolfe.” He groaned and looked at me with conflict. My stomach growled answering for him.

            “Yea, we'll be down in a minute.”

            I tried to clamp my hands over his mouth, but it was too late, the damage was done. “Why did you say we? Now they know I'm here.” He chuckled softly

            “I'm pretty sure they knew that already. Last night when I... I bit you, you screamed.” Pain and sorrow filled his eyes and memories of me flashed through his mind. I bent down to kiss his forehead and he hugged me tightly.

            “Well I guess we should go downstairs then.”  I rolled off him and he pulled my clothes from under the bed. “Were you hiding those from me.”

            “Of course not, that would make me a scoundrel.” His pathetic attempt at innocence was further lost when he lips twitch trying to hold back a laugh. I snatched my clothes from him and proceeded to dress, but leaving off my sweatshirt.

           

           

           

            Down in the kitchen, a group of teenagers about my age were gathered around a big table stuffing their faces with delicious smelling breakfast food. I hadn't realized last night how open the house really was. The kitchen itself was huge with wall length windows and a pretty floral wall pattern. While the house itself looked too old, all the appliances seemed up to date.