A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle.
The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha.
I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker.
They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth.
Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain.
"So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?"
Silence followed my words.
"What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity.
The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea.
"Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace.
I smiled.
"Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."
~Cover by me~
WARNING: I created this book years ago so it is a bit um cringy I am working on a new version of it called "Midnight Rose" if you'd be interested in that.
"What are you wearing?" He said jaw tightened...
"Gym cloths as we're in gym"...
first, he and his friends are hiding out in a freaking alleyway which was shady as heck
second, he tries to order me to sit by him
third, he hugs me without my permission
fourth, he smells me like a freaking creep which he definitely is
fifth, he growls which isn't normal
sixth, He touched me without my permission yet again almost breaks my wrist definitely bruising it and now he has the nerve to question what I'm wearing and get mad over my answer awe heck no...
I exited the locker room I saw the beast was there right outside the door and there were several girls behind him giggling and gawking at him, although he is hot I will admit that much...
I think I'm falling for Ian. I can't let Bell know...
"Well then.." his voice lowered "Evan Pierce I have every intention to win your heart and re-name you Evan Walker"...
His smirk grew then fell. Slowly he leaned in closer and closer until I could feel his warm, minty breath on my face...
"Evan" Ian started "I am going to kiss you" his words coming out with determination.
Before I could stop him or even react I felt his soft, warm lips touch mine lightly.
His scent becoming more dominate.
His warmth surrounding my body.
Millions of tiny sparks running through my body.
I'm not sure what came over me...
Maybe I just wanted to revel in this new emotion...
Maybe I've lost my my mind...
But instead of pushing him away I closed my eyes welcoming him...