My Little Love (Discontinued)

22

twenty two

He quirked up a dark eyebrow, one that matched the nearly black colour on his head, in amusement, looking at me with wandering eyes as I found myself entering the room. My cheeks heating up as I felt his stare on me. My body acting without thinking as I slowly slipped through the doorway.

He moved from behind the desk in one quick movement, a single step forward and there he was, right in front of me. A smirk forming on his full lips as he watched me with calculating green eyes, a shiver going down my spine at how close we were.

I was the prey, he was the predator.

Everything my mama ever told me was true, the proof of that was in the way his dark green eyes looked at me, as though I was something to own, to take, to keep. An object he could easily control.

But for once, Mama's warnings didn't frighten me. They excited me.

I couldn't keep my gaze off of him. My lips slightly parted as his hand reached up to touch my soft cheek, his thumb underneath my chin and his entire hand was able to hold my face as he easily tilted it upwards to face him. I noticed the way his jaw clenched as he lowered his face down, his lips hovering above mine by just an inch.

As he did that, something in me begged to get closer as the sparks bounced off our skin, as if attempting to pull us together.

"Amoret," he purred, his eyes searching mine like he didn't quite believe I was really there, as though he was scared that he was only dreaming.

But as he spoke my name, something snapped, like a button was pushed and I instantly put my hand on his chest, practically jumping away as realization dawned on me, quickly learning why I was really here.

"Wait, no-no," I stuttered and my hand went up to cover my mouth, "this can't be right."

I watched how he leaned back his head, one side of his top lip lifting up to form a snarl as he growled out his next words, "I can assure you that this is indeed 'right'."

"Werewolves are bad, Amoret." I know, Mama, I know.

"I must be dreaming," I mumbled to myself as my fingers gently placed themselves on my tingling lips, the image of what was about to happen popping into my head.

"Werewolves are bad, Amoret." Please stop, I understand, Mama.

"Not at all," the man spoke and then cleared his voice. "You actually didn't listen when I told you to stay asleep."

"That was you?" I asked, watching the way he gripped the edge of the desk as he put his weight on it, noticing the veins in his arms. Of course it was.

"Really? Who else would it be?" He questioned, his eyes glaring at me as his lips pulled up to form a not-so-friendly smile, a scowl.

"Werewolves are bad, Amoret." Please, Mama, go away.

"I don't know," I answered with a shaky voice and dragged it out as I kept watching him with wary eyes.

"You don't know?" He chuckled, but it wasn't funny instead it was dark, scary even as he ran a hand down his face. "Goddess, you're just as naive as I thought."

"Werewolves are bad, Amoret." Leave me alone, Mama.

"I am not naive," I defended and weakly stomped my foot on the ground, a pout on my lips.