Confessions of a Killer

39 Stalemated

Trouble on the rise- Blacktop Mojo
Damien:

"Hey Chuck... you know you don't have to do anything right? If you don't want to be a part of the Pack I'm not going to force you."

I stared at her, wrapped in ill fitting clothes, running a brush through her after our all night after sex tangled hair, ten shades of pissed off reflected through the mirror we'd fucked in front of not an hour earlier and the only thoughts running through my head is how delectable she looks.

She paused staring right back at me, brush catching in a tangle of mahogany tresses making her curse as she yanked it away.

"Fucking Chuck?" She seethed, the iris of her eyes giving way to the yellow of her wolf.

Fucking hot as hell.

"Fuck yeah. You can bet little Chuck-let." I grinned.

Her brows pinched together, worry lines creasing her face as she bit her lip, eyes turning back to the oceanic color I've come to love so much.

Fucking love. Who would have thought that was possible? I decide to tell her so, since she's so blatantly ignoring my earlier statement. Perhaps this will take off the edge of her pissed off countenance.

"I love you."

I've become a walking talking hallmark card. Gooey eyed at the sight of the woman before me and all she represents, practically melting and almost coming in my pants at the barest brush of contact like a little virgin school boy.

She laughs when I tell her as much, head thrown back, throat exposed, eyes dancing with mirth that takes some of the darkness away as Id hoped.

"I love you too." She whispered, eyes hooded. "Though imagining you in a school boy uniform... or any uniform kinda does it for me?"

"Yeah?" I lifted the word the way she did, making it a question, my lips quirking up as she gave me a look fiery enough to burn stone.

"Fuck, woman." Groaning I adjusted my pants again.

"Yes please." She purred, setting the brush down and Turning to face me. Her rumpled clothing from the day before a dark contrast to her luminous skin. Even in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom she looks ethereal, like some goddamn nymph fairy come to life with lips just the right shade of sexy to suck the very soul out of a man.

I'm on her in less than two strides, hands banded on her hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave a mark and have her gasping. She doesn't have to even tell me how much she likes it. Thanks to the bond I can feel it. I almost drown gazing into her ocean eyes, so full of emotion in the undercurrent yet the waves are calm in this sea, the torrent not even close to hitting the surface.

"You know I'd take down heaven for you? Fight the entirely of hell too if it meant I get to keep you as mine for the rest of my life." Her shiver turned into a full body tremble as my whispered words penetrated through the haze of lust swirling through the air around us. We've been up all night, worshiping each others bodies like some sort of bat creatures. No holds barred with this woman. "You've got the leash to my beast Chuck-let. I don't even mind if I'm strangled by it."

"That sounds almost dangerous." She replied, tone just as hushed as if sharing a secret. Her supple form molding to mine radiating heat and a warmth from within that I've been missing out on all my life. I can't imagine a better mate.

"Mmm... maybe it is. Careful with my heart sweetheart... it's in the palm of your hands." Touching my forehead to hers feels right in this moment. Closing my eyes against the onslaught of emotion brewing within me. "You've got me... and I'm not going anywhere."