I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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The Dining Room was outstanding. High Italian marble columns adorned its length lending the room a Neoclassical appearance, their marble's glossiness reflecting the light of the huge crystal chandelier hanging above. Baskets of white roses and light pink peonies rested at the base of the columns, their sweet smell of fresh flowers flowing almost imperceptibly to the human nose through the air. The tables were settled at the center of the room furnished with ivory white tablecloths, matching napkins, fine pottery and golden cutlery.
Unfortunately for me, we were all directed to the same one.
Each table was set for eight and with us being five, as Will came apparently dateless, we would be in company of three other people.
Like a proper gentleman Hercules helped me sit, withdrawing the chair and waiting for me to accomodate before restoring it in its original position. While doing so, his right hand brushed briefly against the skin of my bare shoulder. It was a featherlight touch, but it was enough for my traitor body to respond. Where his fingers had tenderly skimmed my shoulder the flesh grew impossibly hot, while goosebumps appeared along the entire length of my body.
It was maddening, and incredibly scary too, how a simple and innocent touch of his could evoke such raw responses from me. Since my arrival upon his pack my body had been clashing with my mind, fighting for something that was supposedly rightfully mine to have, but that wasn't feeling like it belonged to me. I didn't own Hercules' heart, I only owned his carnal desires due to the bond. The pull between us hummed in power, but it was only biologically legated after all. The attraction between two people was based upon pheromones, smells, body fluids and nothing more. My mind was strong and my resolution even stronger, but that wasn't enough to properly console me. In the end, I was mere flesh and bones myself. I had desires too. Desires I was terribly scared to succumb to.
The scraping of the chair on my left brought me out of my reverie. Hercules sat there, his long and strong legs hidden beneath the tablecloth. Eliza and Adam were seated on his left, leaving the chair on my right vacant. Will's eyes zeroed on it like a predator focusing on a prey. His gaze slowly raised and settled on my face, his chocolate orbs challenging me to try to stop him for claiming the place. I did not appreciate the dare shining in his eyes as my wild was not one to be provoked. I tensed, barely refraining myself for flashing him my teeth in warning.
Hercules felt it too.
Will's attention shifted from me to my date, suddenly freezing in the place he was standing. Hercules was watching him angrily, his eyes raging like a deadly storming sea. No sailor would be able to survive those waters and, unfortunately for William, he was the unlucky sailor. Hercules' gaze was so intense that, despite me not being its target, I could feel it burning on my very own skin.
Will sensed the danger and, casting a last longing look at the chair next to me, decided to sit beside Adam, leaving three empty chairs between us. Now we only had to wait for the owners of those seats to show up.
