Mine! (m x b)

Chapter Seven: Heart Thumps ((updated 2022))

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We were both quiet after Clyde left. I could tell that whatever Clyde whispered to him before leaving really pissed him off, and I was not about to bother a man who managed to put me through a several thousand dollar glass table made of tempered glass and African blackwood.

Damn. How am I going to get another one of those? They're so expensive...

I went to grab my phone with my left arm when it was gently grabbed and placed back on my lap. We stared into each other's eyes.

"What do you need? I'll fetch it for you." His icy breath hit my face.

"My phone, please?" He grabbed it and placed it in my other hand. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." He responded with a whisper. I kinda eyed him, trying to create some distance. For such a handsome guy, he sure was creepy.

But still...hot? I worried my bottom lip with my teeth as I watched him. I will admit he did make me feel something, I couldn't tell if it was just lust, or if I was actually falling in love with this creepy stranger.

"Are you okay? You've been looking at me for awhile now." I blushed and turned my head. "Yeah, 'm fine!" I squeaked out. "Could I get some snacks, please? I'm not picky."

"Umm yeah, sure." He sat up and walked to the kitchen.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I hissed as I slapped a hand over my face. "He's like twice my age, at least!"

And if you didn't say you were a minor, how far would you have gone with him? When would you end up crossing the line?

"I don't know!" I groaned at my own thoughts. "I don't know..."

His hands on me felt amazing. At whatever age he is, I'm sure he's quite experienced in bed. And as a virgin, that made me slightly excited and very nervous.

Stop thinking about this! Think about... my eyes scanned the room, trying to get my mind off of him.

"How did I manage to hit the table that hard?" He threw me from the chair to the table, which is pretty close, but that glass is stupidly strong, the strongest there is, how did he manage to put me through it without actually standing up and throwing me down?

I sat down in his chair and jumped to the area where the table was. "It doesn't make sense. It's not humanly possible.

Is he supernatural? I thought for a moment before slapping myself again. Dumbass! The supernatural don't exist!

"But nothing else could explain that..."

"Explain what?" I jumped two feet in the air, hand on my chest. "Alistair, you scared me!"

"Sorry," he grinned, holding a tray with little pinwheels and a teapot with teacups. "Here are your snacks. I also made tea to help calm your nerves."

"Oh...thank you." I sat back down in my chair and warily took a sip of the tea. "It's pretty good. You want some?"

He shook his head. "I never drink...tea."

"Are you quoting Bram Stoker's Dracula?" He gave a little smirk. His incisors looked a little too long. Unnaturally long.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Supernatural long.

Is he a vampire? No way! I looked at him weirdly. He didn't seem to react at all when I was bleeding.

Werewolf?

"Open your shirt for me." I blurted without thinking. He gave me a confused look and sighed, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. With each button undone revealed more delicious musculature that definitely stirred my sexual fantasies.

He opened it completely and pulled it off, throwing it on the couch behind him.

Not hairy...so not a werewolf either. I shielded my eyes from those abs and hungry stare. "Okay, you can put it back on now."

What else existed supernaturally? He can't be a ghost because I touched him...

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked as he buttoned back up his shirt. "No thanks. You may keep your penny. Could I get the telephone though?" He went to the opposite corner and brought me back my antique rotary phone that's been in the family for generations.

He stood by as I dialed my stepmother, Lyla's number. "Not to be rude, but do you mind leaving the room?" I murmured fo him. He seemed taken aback and left, closing the door behind him.

"Camden? Did something happen, I just saw you."

"Everything's okay mom, thanks. I just wanted to ask some questions...without you telling Clyde?"

"Oh!" She giggled. "Boy questions?"

I sucked my teeth. "No...supernatural questions. Clyde said you used to study parapsychology?"

I heard a little flip of papers over the phone. "That's correct." She cleared her throat. "What is it that you want to know?"

"What are all the kinds of supernatural? I was just doing some math and thought that maybe I know that you don't could be not human?"

Fuck, that sounds crazy.

"Camden," She tsked. "Whatever it is that you're thinking, get it out of your mind, okay? This is not a safe subject to suddenly dive into."

"Why not? I thought it wasn't real."

"Are you discrediting all the years of hard work I put into parapsychology? Camden, Clyde and I taught you to respect your elders!"

"I meant no disrespect, sorry! I'm just concerned. Let's say you saw someone throw someone else into something that was less than three feet away, and that thing was heavily reinforced. Would the thrown person be able, naturally without supernatural powers, break it?"

She hummed and I heard pen scratching on paper. "No, I don't think so...that was oddly specific, by the way. But don't worry, I won't mention this to Clyde."

"So, what kind of creature could of done it?"

She hummed again and I heard her chewing on her pen, her teeth clacking against it. "A werewolf or a vampire, really. Both are very strong. I'd say more likely vampire because of their speed and strength. Werewolves have that too but they growl a lot so it would be pretty obvious."

"What if you bled in front of a vampire? How would they react?"

"That depends on a lot of things, Cammy. First, if the vampire has fed recently, it would like the smell but not necessarily attack you for it. Second would be a very old vampire, they are better at holding back urges and controlling themselves."

"Okay. Thank you, mom." "You're welcome, sweetheart. See you again on your birthday."

I hung up the phone and called Alistair back in. "Can you put this back for me? Thanks." He set it back down in the corner by the big window. "You didn't hear any of that, did you?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I am not an eavesdropper." He smirked evilly.