Paralyzed

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Victoria

Introductions: 11

Laughter bursts in the air as everyone laughs at Riley's crazy story.

"And that thing was just there! How was I supposed to know I was supposed to put it in my mouth!"

I laugh again lightly I grab a grape from the tray of fruit set on the coffee table in the entertainment/games room across from the dining room where I first met James. Apparently where he and Carson had a little fit. Explaining the missing chair, the room seemed a little... disturbed. James arms tighten further around my waist as I settle back against him. His face tucked into my neck.

I sigh at the content feeling, the tingles sending soft tendrils of pleasure throughout my body. James' fingers trailing along the bareness of my upper arm. I mean back over his arm again to grab an apple. Only to be held back. I roll my eyes and give Jasper a hare stare.

"Are you going to feed me?" He looks up at me from kissing my shoulder and hums with a sly smile in his eyes.

"No." I continue to stare at him. Is he serious?

"Then, let me go so I can get it myself." He hums again and pulls me tighter against him as I try to reach for the plate of food again.

"I don't think so."

I groan and cross my arms my chest as I give up and relax against him. I stare at the apple I've chosen for my bodily needs hard. As if willing my mind to make it to float to me if I stare hard and long enough.

"If it weren't for this stupid mat bond making me seriously calm right now, I'd elbow you in your eye socket."

"You're this angry over food?" He chuckles, "well, I guess I have some competition. You obviously love your food very deeply."

"Very observant of you, mate."

James sits up a little and readjusts our sitting arrangement. Only never restraining from letting his arm loosen even a little around my waist. I look at him, expecting some sexy, intelligent remark about his observation skills. Instead he is silent. I follow his gaze in curiosity to the play of food on the coffee table in the middle of the area. A weird pull—a vibration of electricity courses through my mind as I watch the apple I've been eye balling begin to float into the air. My eyes are wide, my mouth agape, my body stiff as the crispy sphere levitates towards me and into James awaiting hand. I look down at his hand, back up into his eyes then back at the apple in his hand again.

"What was that?" James smirks with a shrug as he hands me the apple.

"Observation." I deadpan and turn to better face him.

"You used magic."

"Very knowledgeable of you, cupcake." I wait for him to explain. He stares into my eyes intently.

"It's an ability I have developed from being a Vampire."

"How? You obviously weren't created from a royal because you're still alive. Your wolf is an alpha. That shouldn't be possible."

"It shouldn't?" I scrunch my brows in confusion.

"Are you messing with me?"

"Believe me, when I mess with you. You will be far from confused."

"James, making sexual jokes is not going to distract me."

"What makes you think I'm trying to distract you?"