Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Eighteen

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Chatter.

Do people ever stop talking?

People pass us left and right.

All of them have something to say.

You know who are the ones that do not talk?

The dead.

Mason and I walk home. There are so many feelings running through me. I want to punch something, sink my teeth into someone, and run. Run as fast and as far as possible.

"Abigail," Mason stops in front of me and I stare at him.

He flinches back a bit with the intensity of my stare.

"I'm going to pick up Hannah and then grab some takeout is that fine with you?"

I can hardly speak as I feel all my emotions build up so I nod. My hand goes to my pocket and pulls out a twenty and then press it against his chest.

His hand goes up and tries to grab my hand but I'm too fast when his hand gets to his chest all it gets it's a crumpled up twenty.

The look of surprise on his face doesn't stop me I turn around as my fangs protrude, "I have some errands to do see you at the apartment."

I walk away and I can hear his breath hitch and he takes a step towards me but stops. I increase my speed until I turn into an empty alleyway. My eyes give a quick scan of the area, no ones here.

With that I let my instincts take over. I run, run heading to god knows where my mind is doing all the work. My feet stop moving and my top half jolts forward but before my mind can register it my feet are planted firmly on the ground and I am standing in front of Wes' place.

My emotions boil over and I slide the entrance door wide open the harsh light breaking through the dark inside.

Wes is sitting at a small table reading a huge manuscript when his eyes fly to me and he is on his feet quick and agile assessing the intrusion.

The anger in his eyes is quickly replaced with surprise and curiosity.

"What the hell Abigail?"

I stride over to him he watches me like a hawk, his eyes never leaving me.

What I do next surprises both of us.

My hands grip his hair fisting it and I pull him closer to me his rapid hot breath brushes on my lips and I pull him down towards me.

His lips and body mold into mine. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer to him.

He shoves me against the closest wall. My back presses hard against the wall that I have wouldn't be surprised if there would be a crack.

My breathing is coming in shallow and my chest beats against his. His hand leisurely moves from my waist down to my butt, where his hand tightens grabbing as much of it as possible.

My moan makes him smile against my lips. His muscular hand keeps trailing down as he grabs ahold of my thigh and pushes it up to his hip keeping it in place. He moans into my mouth and his tongue skims my lower lip asking permission to explore.

My lips part and his tongue dips into my mouth and my tongue runs over his teeth I feel his fangs. They are out as mine has been since I left Mason.

I pull away from Wes but he is not letting me run away. His mouth explores more moving down to my neck.

"Stop," I whisper.

"Why?" he mumbles against my skin as my head rolls to my shoulder.

His teeth skim my neck and my body trembles in his capable hands.