??A Howl In The Night??
?She’s mine?
?Chapter 28?
?What. The. Cr.ap.?
My eyes open slowly, painfully, as if the movement itself hurts me. But it is the reality of life that I really wish to avoid.
The first thing I catch sight of after a moment of dizziness is a man with dark black hair. He is gazing at me warmly, smiling as I start to cough and sit up. “There there,” he pats my hand softly, “not too fast.”
“Who are you?” I ask him in the middle of my coughs.
He just looks at me, putting a large hand underneath my head. Gently he presses a switch, and the bed tilts into a sitting position. “I am Legarius,” he answers me while reaching for a small cup of water. “Are you thirsty?”
My mind flashes back to the first night that I met Xavier, who had murmured the same words. Pain and loss strike as I search through the meager memories, trying to salvage the remnants of beauty that are left.
“Where’s Xavier?” I ask him urgently, my heartbeat skyrocketing. H0rror races through me at the recollection of the Council’s words the day before. What if the entire pack is dead right now? What will I do with my shameful self?
“He is perfectly fine right now,” Legarius replies as I grab his arm with a ferocity that surprises even me. “Who you should be worried about right now is yourself. Do you feel better?”
Do I? I hesitantly release Legarius’s wrist and reach towards my own head. A terrible pain sweeps through me, and I groan. “It’s like a migraine,” I mutter, ripping my hand away. I don’t need to be sick right now. I need to be helping my friends.
“It’s okay though,” I try to protest as Legarius reaches for a bottle of pills. “I really just need to see my pack. Please.”
“Take this, and you can go see them as soon as you wake up,” he assures me, holding the small yellow pill before my eyes. I look at it warily, as if it is an enemy.
“You promise?” I ask him as I take the pill and hold it in my hand. He nods, and I lift it to my lips slowly. Trying not to think about it, I hasten to throw it in my mouth, trying to swallow as quickly as possible. It barely hits my stomach before I start to notice the effects.
“Easy, princess,” he laughs as I begin to see red, thrashing around like a bull in a china shop. Everything becomes dizzy again, and I m0an.
“What kind of pill is this?” I berate him angrily. It is like fire in my insides, intensifying my migraine extremely. I soon find it hard to move, like I am frozen in place. He just continues to laugh as the sleepiness takes over, my eyelids slipping. I am barely conscious within seconds. I slip off into dreamland, vowing to kill Legarius as I go.
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“She asked for me. Let me have a minute with her alone,” a low voice argues.
“I don’t know if we can let you do that. The Council never said anything about her meeting with her pack. You will have to have a consultation with them first. Just because she is off the hook doesn’t mean you are.”
“You heard it as plain and clear as I did. The Council gave her the power to do whatever she wants, except when she is ordered by one them. If she wants to meet with me, she can.”
“I don’t like this.”
“You don’t have to.”
My eyes slip open for the second time, directed towards the source of the bickering. In the corner of my vision I spot Griffin and Xavier by the door of the hospital-like room I inhabit. They don’t seem to notice me at all, arguing back and forth bitterly. Legarius is nowhere to be seen, luckily for him.
As I touch my head, I notice that the headache is gone entirely. That awful pill actually worked.
“She’s awake.” Xavier turns towards me, and I nearly faint at the sight. I didn’t realize how much I have missed him. Griffin just looks at me angrily.
“You want to meet with him?” He asks, casting a glance with Xavier. “Surely you were just speaking out of delirium.”
I sit up again, trying to figure out how to deal with this situation. Yes, I want to meet with Xavier. However, I don’t want to make Griffin too mad. He saved my life, after all.
“I feel really tired,” I lament, lying through my teeth, “but this hospital bed is so hard and uncomfortable.”
“I’ll take you to your room,” Xavier says gently, coming over to my side. Griffin glares at him. “Don’t you have a meeting to go to?” Xavier asks laughingly as Griffin increasingly acts like a dog ready to bite off someone’s head.
“Yes, I do, actually. But I’m not leaving until I know Mona is going to be safe while I’m gone.”
I reach to touch Griffin’s arm. “I’ll be safe. Trust me.”
Still looking annoyed, he backs away, knowing he can’t do much else. He can’t bring me with him, after all.
“Don’t hurt her,” he snaps to Xavier and retreats through the open doorway. A little laugh escapes me as he angrily walks away.
Xavier walks up to me, scooping me into his arms. The warmth of his chest envelopes me, and I drink in the wonderful scent he possesses. Without a word passing between us, he carries me through the empty hallways.
When we finally reach the room I have stayed in, he crosses over to my bed and lays me down. He expectantly looks at me, and I look back, puzzled.
“Aren’t you going to go to sleep?” He asks me impatiently, and I laugh.
“I only said that to get Griffin to stop nagging,” I grin widely. Xavier groans, staring at me furiously.
“Mona, you make this so hard on me.” His voice sounds strained as he looks away. “Just go to sleep like you said you would.”
A few seconds of silence pass while I try to figure out what’s wrong with him. He looks as if he is trying to restrain himself. Trying to force himself to be cold to me. His beautiful face is bent in concentration, then reducing to a stoic expression. Alarm enters my body.
He turns to go, and subconsciously I reach to grab his hand. “Please… please don’t leave,” I beg him.
He freezes, shivers running through both of our bodies. “Mona!” He nearly shouts in agitation, then rips away from me and almost runs to the door. He shuts it hastily, clicking the lock as well. Nervousness erupts within me as I survey his handsome form. I have never seen him look or act like this before.
He crosses back over to me, scanning my face, my body. I begin to feel even more nervous and self-conscious as I realize that not only am I clothed in a flimsy, see-through hospital gown over a tank top and shorts, but that we are totally alone. I am suddenly even more aware of him, of his attractiveness. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
He leans over me, and my anticipation mounts. Without a word he reaches forward and takes the sleeve of the gown in his hand, ripping it off in one fluid motion. I am so scared of him right now, but at the same time, I feel heart-wrenching desire. What is wrong with me? Have I caught another cold?
Is this the desire to “bond” that I heard the werewolves talk about? For it is consuming my every thought, my every wish.
I begin to grow delirious with need as he climbs onto the b.ed next to me, f!ngering the frayed edges of the gown at the top of my shoulders. His mischievous fingers dance onto my shoulder, sending sparks of heat through my body. He touches my fading bruise, anger and an unfathomable emotion in his gaze. “Did he touch you here?” He asks, sounding even more strangled than before. It takes me a second to register what he asked.
I hesitantly nod, remembering the way Griffin kssed my arm with a guilty conscience. He tries to control himself, but loses it altogether. I stare at him as his eyes grow diluted, and then back to their normal size.
I look with wonder and confusion as he tilts his head towards my arm. An uncontainable delight consumes me as his soft l!ps brush against my bruise, then down my arm. How can he make me feel this way? There is no way to describe the hunger that enters me at this moment, l.ust arising like a tidal wave.
He rips off my other sleeve, then looks at me. I lose myself within his bright eyes, drunk on the pleasure I am now experiencing. “Did he touch you… here?” He lets one finger linger on my other arm. I nod quickly, urgently.
His ksses deepen as they cover my slender arm, and his breath begins to get even more agitated. A growl rumbles in his throat, almost like a wolf, and he holds the neck of my hospital gown and rips it. He flings it off me as if it nothing, and then his breath catches as he surveys me. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, and I am speechless. This tenderness is so intoxicating that I nearly drown within it.
His attention immediately snaps to my mating mark by my neck, and his head dips towards it. A small cry escapes me as he ksses the mark, which starts to glow and send waves of pleasure through my form.
His ksses are deepening to the point where I can barely stand it. “Please… Xavier, please,” I beg, causing his eyes to light on fire. His hands are roaming over the edges of my body, and he ksses my collarbone.
With a hungry expression, he lifts the folds of my tank top, pushing it upwards so it exposed my stomach. His gaze darkens as he surveys the mark near my hip. “Did he touch you… there?” He gestures towards the mark. I just looked at him for a moment, then nodded. He immediately ksses my stomach, every one of his ksses surrounding the mark but none of them touching it. “This is the one part of you that belongs to him,” he angrily states, “but nothing else will.”
His hands run over my h!ps and his l!ps soon join in. There is a fire that consumes both of us, overwhelming our bodies, hearts, and reason. He is so careful with me, his caution almost annoying to me in some way. “Xavier,” I whisper again, closing my eyes. When I open them again he is by my feet, holding one of my legs as he hastens to cover it in ksses. It is a wonderfully distracting feeling, but soon I am drawn to the fact that I somehow want more.
“I’m sure he touched you here,” he points at each one of my toes, and casts me a glance so deep that it gives me the shivers. I’m pretty sure he didn’t, but I nod anyway. Just as I expected, each one of his ksses make me yearn for more.
He stops for a minute, looking at me as he is lifting his head. I pout a little, annoyed both by the lack of ksses and by the idi0t he has turned me into. I barely even recognize this side of me, this strange part of my being that aches for Xavier in ways that I don’t even know of. However, I can’t help myself, and I turn towards him and reach with one hand. He takes it, and suddenly he is almost on top of me before I realized he moved.
It is now that I notice his hunger that has intensified by so much since this whole thing started. He wants the same thing I want, and something tells me he knows exactly what that is.
His face is inches from mine, and both of his hands cup my face. “Did he kss you here?” He looks at my eyes, and doesn’t wait for a response as he ksses my eyelids, then my cheeks and nose. My l!ps burn, but he never touches them. With a smile his mouth reaches my ear and teeth nibble the edge with a gentleness that surprises me. Finally, he returns to my face, looking at my l!ps the same way that I’m looking at him. We are both so close… so incredibly close.
“Did he kss you here?” We both know what he is talking about this time.
I stare at him for a minute, dazed by his closeness, and softly murmur, “no, Xavier.”
“Good.” He nods in satisfaction. “Then I will be the first and only one to taste this delicious part of you. To finally bond with you.”
Excitement builds up as I eagerly close my eyes and tilt my face forward. His l!ps descend upon mine…
THUMP, THUMP!
We are both jolted out of our own world as a furious hand raps upon the heavy, soundproof doors. “Griffin,” I mutter. Words can not describe how angry I feel at this moment. I feel… cheated.
“Act asleep,” he whispers urgently, grabbing the fragments of my dress and throwing it in the garbage chute. He sweeps the covers over me and walks calmly to the door, opening it slowly.
Griffin is obviously furious, so I force my eyes to close and steady my breathing from a hundred miles per hour to a normal rate. “What do you want Griffin?” Xavier asks calmly.
“What did you do to her?” He yells.
“Calm down, Griffin. Don’t be loud, she’s sleeping.”
There is silence for a minute, probably because he is trying to calm down. “Do you really have to lock the door?” He finally asks.
“Well, I’m imagine if someone like you barged in here without the door locked, she would have woken up easily. And she needs rest.” His voice lowers, “Griffin, she’s sleeping. How could I have done anything to her?”
“It is always folly to underestimate someone, and it certainly will be the death of me to underestimate you,” he replies slowly. “Just know this. Even if she does not now, she will belong to me. And when that time comes, I would prefer it if you stayed away from her.”
“If she ever does ‘belong to you’,” Xavier laughs, “I will do as you say.”
There is silence, then loud footsteps. The door swings to a shut, and Xavier moves to my side. “I am obviously not welcome here,” Xavier chuckles as he reaches my side, stroking my hair lightly.
It is time for me to stop acting like an idi0t and start acting like the woman I am. I search within my brain for something to say. Something that will make him just as cr@zy as he makes me. Wow. This is difficult.
“You are always welcome right here,” I pat the place next to me, then nearly kick myself. I am so bad at this.
Nevertheless, I still notice the hunger entering his gaze. It diminishes slightly as he laughs. “You are so funny, Mona. You make it so hard for me to resist you.”
“You don’t need to resist, Xavier,” I whisper, looking into his eyes, “you really don’t.”
He stares at me for a moment, stone-faced. “Mona, that’s not fair. You aren’t supposed to say that.”
“I can say what I want to say.” I touch his face, slowly lowering it to mine as I finger one of his azure locks. My fingers dance across his face eagerly.
“I have a lot of things to teach you,” he laughs, “but looks like you have already mastered how to tempt a man.” He smiles again, then suddenly delves towards me. Our l!ps meet in a startling union that shocks me to the bone. His kss deepens and I respond almost vi0lently, touching his face and hair. For some reason, I can’t get enough of him in these few moments, and he is calmly dealing with me as if I am a child. He is the one who eventually breaks away from me, grinning widely. I have never known of such satisfaction and pleasure in my entire life, which I guess isn’t saying too much.
If I knew his ksses were this good, I would have bonded with him earlier.
“Good bye, Mona. There will be more later.” He winks at me, then leaves the room quietly. For many minutes after I am still holding two fingers to my lips, completely and utterly shocked by the wonderful feelings racing through my body and the tingle of his lips still dancing upon mine.
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