Draven Hawke

BOOK III CHAPTER TEN

Since you've gone

 I have been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby, please

Oh can't you see

You belong to me

My poor heart aches

With every step you take

~Every Breath You Take-Police-Chase Holfelder Cover-Lyrics~

A/N--***WARNING*** There is some explicit talk in this chapter. If that offends you, you might want to skip some of Callen's conversations. If you read, and you feel I might need to change the book to mature status, feel free to let me know. I'm not sure how that works. How much is too much? Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter. It is very long. In the future, if you prefer I split up long chapters, please let me know that, too. Enjoy!

CALLEN

Eyeing the black haired beauty, who watched him circle her cautiously, Callen internally struggled to believe she could be the one he wanted. Coming up behind her, he leaned down and inhaled at the base of her neck, brushing her hair to the side.

The woman's breathing spiked, and Callen's nostrils flared, as he took in the scent of her physiological state. She wanted him. In the past, this would have done something for him. He would have been more than willing to quench her thirst for him. Not now. Now it only solidified what he already knew. This girl was nothing like Autumn. Autumn would never give in so easily. Autumn would make him work for everything he took from her.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he pressed his lips to the girls neck, gently, as if she were as delicate as porcelain. He would be tender with her. He would show her all the things he wanted to show someone else. He just had to convince himself it could be her standing before him.

As his lips found their way down the woman's shoulder, she let out a small whine; a desperate sound of need. Her scent thickened in the air, and Callen closed his eyes, trying to shut off his senses, because this scent reminded him of what he did not want to know. It was not her.

"Tell me you want me, blue eyes. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me, and I'll give you everything you need." He trailed down her waist, brushing his hand against the fabric of her skirt, showing her how he intended to reward her obedience.

Callen should have known not to have her speak. He should have realized who he really wanted to hear the words from. Her voice came out too high, the decibels all wrong. He tensed, flinched, and then moved his hand away from her. Turning to the bed, in the middle of his hotel suite, he sat down and put his head in his hands. He knew he was losing his mind, but he could do nothing to prevent it.

The girl turned to find him. "What did I do? Did I say something wrong?" she asked, walking to stand in front of him. He shook his head, not lifting it from his hands, and she knelt down in front of him.

"Just go," Callen said, "I shouldn't have brought you here." He had only been attempting to ease some of his sorrow. It seemed the longer he went without seeing Autumn, the more his pain intensified.