Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Twenty-Eight

It was nearly two weeks after the monstrosity of a gala. Zayn, myself, the boys, and a few other Zetas have been meeting daily to discuss and plan strategies to win this upcoming war. Zayn and have been training nearly. He has told my physical combat needed much work, but I was an excellent shot (the best he has ever seen, he told me).

After today's meeting was over, in headed to the city for awhile with Zayn's sisters, whom I have been come quite close to in the weeks I have been mated to their brother. After hours of shopping with the girls, I dropped them off at the main pack house then went home.

As I entered the my house, I noticed Zayn was no where to be, but his scent was wafting off the closed door of his study as I walked by it. I went to set my bags in our closet and made a mental note to put the new clothing away later then I went to find my mate. Knocking against the heavy cherry oak door twice, I pulled it open to find my mate at his desk.

Athena whined and shuffled around, uncomfortably. For some reason the wolf had been acting strange all day and it was beginning to concern me.

He looked up and smiled softly then returned his attention back to his

'How dare he ignore us... Does not he see this skirt? I mean look at these legs and your ass oh Luna your ass is out of this world hunny. I know he ain't looking..  He can't be.'

Oh Athena, maybe he's really busy.

'He is and never will be too busy for us, or I will shove my foot down his sexy ass, Greek god looking throat.'

Athena..can you please bring it down to a four maybe, please?

'Baby girl I am at 10 all day, everyday.'

With my small lapse in power, she took over my body and walked up to Zayn,  snatched the papers from his hand, and sat in front of Zayn on his desk; in between his legs; all before I could regain control.

An amused look passed over Zayn's eyes as the tips of his fingers skimmed over my exposed thighs before lazily circling around my waist and pressing into my back.

I watched his fingers ignite small flames against my skin with a cat like interest until they disappeared behind me.

"May I have my paper work, kitten?" He asked as he gently massaged my lower back.

Those magic fingers warmed the knots of stress out of my back and I wished I could melt into him. I no longer wished to be my own being at this moment. "No." I moaned as I gripped the paper between my fingers tighter.

"And why may I ask?" Zayn looks too amused.

"Because I want your attention." Something warm inside me bubble and made me feel quite needy. I whimpered and Athena shuffled around again.

Zayn hauled me off his desk, and sat me in his lap. His thick and heavily tattooed arms wrapped around me. I pulled my legs up and threw them over the left armrest of his chair, making myself quite comfortable in his lap. He kisses my forehead and heat spreads across my body.

At first it was a gentle heat, like warm tea or a hot bath then it grew worst.

"Okay now you have my attention." I heard Zayn speak and I even felt the vibration of his words against his throat, but I could not make meaning of his words.

"How was your shopping trip with my sisters?"

I was attempting to respond when a wave of intense pain overcame me. I screamed bloody murder. Red, burning, fire. It's too hot. I'm sweltering. Pain rips through my body. I might as well been in a literal hell.