Temporary Alliance

Chapter Thirteen Toying with the vixen

Claire☝☝

Claire's POV

"See he's quiet now" I stated as I handed the glasses I just took from Wesker to my miserable baby boy. He gave an angelic laughter, Wesker's face twitching as he stared down at my son.

The look Wesker gave Junior was everything but angelic.

I turned Wesker to face me rather than glare daggers at my son, giving a soft smile. He remained serious, staring down at me.

Why did he have to be so damn tall anyways?

"What would you like something to eat?" I asked and he cocked a brow, his orange eyes fixed to me. I stared in horror.

Why must I forget that he wasn't even human to begin with?

"Wait, you do eat right?" I asked and he half smirked. He found it amusing but I was actually serious.

"Yes Claire, I do" he replied and my racing heart stilled immediately. I looked around the kitchen.

"Okay so what do you want...coffee or...?" But I didn't finish and his little smirk flashing to boredom.

"The better question would be if I'm hungry Claire" he pointed out clearly and I arched a brow.

"Well are you?" I asked as this man was really making a simple thing difficult.

"No" he told me and my left cheek twitched on its own accord. Why the hell didn't he just say that?!

Ugh! I headed upstairs. I placed Junior to the bed, kissing his forehead. I looked to Wesker, cocking my brow.

"What do you eat anyways?" I asked.

"Everything you do...only prepared in a different method" he informed me, cocking his head at me.

"And that is?" I asked tilting my head at him.

"Semi cooked" he told me and I cringed upon hearing that. That was fucking disgusting.

"You like your meals raw?" I asked and he made a face.

"Some not all" he corrected and Junior made a noise.

I then looked to Junior, taking him from the bed as he nibbled on the glasses in his tiny hands.

"Be careful with that thing...you don't want to take a beast as your role model now" I stated while I rocked junior.

Wesker glared daggers our way, me taking the glasses from the crying child in my hands.

"Here you go" I told Wesker who held the glasses scornfully, saliva dripping from the glasses. His lips upturned.

"You don't say" he gritted, wiping the accessory in the bed, shoving it into his pocket as he retrieved another. He putted it on and Junior yawned, me placing him to do what he had not done last night.

Sleep. Something I needed too as while he spent the entire night being miserable I spent my entire night trying to calm him.

"Well, this is goodbye" Wesker told me and I spun around swiftly, only to catch him off balance. I joined him, both of us landing on the bed with me on top of him.

I hissed a curse, blowing the hair that was now sticking me in the eyes. One of the many reasons I did not let my hair down.

A gloved hand swiped across my face, the hair once bothering me gone. I stared down at dark shades, silencing filling the already dull atmosphere.

I didn't need to take those shades of to know that those intense eyes were actually taking me in. His hand went behind my head, our nose touching slightly as I stared down at him.

His other hand moved upwards, his thumb stroking my lips. My throat dried, our bodies were way too close for comfort.

"You have a big head, you know that right?" I asked as I removed his shades, his thumb prying my lips apart.

"It is the nose Ada speak of but I'm always amazed with learning something new" he told me and I could actually relate to that.

Chris made my nose a childhood joke, when we were kids he even made a song about it. Yeah right, as if he could not see his ears.

Before he could kiss me I turned away, his lips falling on my neck and staying there. He knew I was married, he knew I hated him.

Why was he eager on kissing me?

"I should leave" he informed me but instead of easing up I hugged him, inhaling his masculine scent. Sometimes I wondered if he was capable of sweating.

He always smelt good to me.

"I want to help you..." It came out before I could stop in, Wesker going stiff beneath me.

"I'll talk to the others, based on what I've seen you really do need our help. Besides I'm already involved in this" I told him and his lips parted, his tongue making contact with my neck.

My eyes turned, I moved into him as he raised his knees in an attempt to itch my legs apart. I woke up in that very moment.

I sat up, my thighs vibrating or beating rather. I looked away from Wesker, what he was in for I wasn't going to give.

"I don't want to" I told him truthfully and he flipped us, hovering over me. I could feel him against me, I could feel his arousal.

Wesker was a man who showed people nothing. Why was he indicating his sexual feelings towards me?

"I beg to differ..." He began, taking a gloved hand between his teeth, removing his glove. I froze, that hand flying the zipper of my jeans and when they met the right stop my eyes turned involuntarily.

His fingers movements were rough, possessive, showing that he had an advantage. He didn't display his pleasure however, his face strict like it had always been.

He removed his hand, toying with my mess as he stared at his fingers. I released a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

"You want to but you won't" he corrected as he eased off me, cleaning my mess from his finger with his tongue.

My middle thigh burnt at his gesture, my nipples hardening against my clothes. He then place his glove back on, retrieving his shades from my hand gently.

I was surprised he didn't grab them because the bastard had a rather nasty attitude. 

"I will contact you, let's hope your husband and friends see the saving world as an important as you do" Wesker told me. I eased up on my elbows, staring at him.

"Do tell Mr Kennedy I stopped by" he added with a wicked smirk as his eyes flashed over me. I glared daggers at him, my lips curled in disgust.

His smile grew, him gripping my thighs with respective hands as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed roughly. He leaned down, zipping my jeans back up as his knee rubbed against the middle of my thigh.

"I did lie when I say I'm not hungry however...I'm hungry for something that is not food Claire" he teased and my cheeks burned scarlet, my heart failing at that moment.

Without another word he straightened and left, me staring at the areas of my thighs that he once touched.

What the hell had I done? Never in my life had I felt so dirty?

*Clears throat...well then...Could Wesker possess the ability to love? Does he have a motive like he usually does?

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