Chapter 12 Tensions And Desires
Xander
I loose concentration and suddenly, my paws slip and I'm tumbling, rolling down a low hill while a shadow looms over me...
The punching bag bounces harder off the wall as I think back to the night of the hunt.
Of course, it had only been Max there, and he helped me up and we continued running after he made sure I was safe.
That was two days ago.
Two days of this unsettling feeling of being under invisible surveillance of sorts.
My hair prickles at the smallest of sounds and even my wolf has become more sensitive than usual.
Leaving the bag to grab a bottle of water to cool down, the glint of something shiny catches my eyes as I turn back around.
A gold locket.
I pick it up from the floor and open it. Inside it is a picture of a ten-year old Vanessa, on each side of her is a man and a woman whom I assume to be her parents.
She still has the ginger-red and electric blue eyes, but looks happy, radiant with the glow of a child raised in a happy family. A different look from the woman who now holds resentment, anger and a fiery rage.
The reason wasn't hard to find. Her information I had received from Max revealed she had lost her parents in a car accident when she was fourteen, and being the only survivor, I understand she only ever blamed herself.
I click the locket shut and place it inside my pocket, planning to go return it to her once I'm through, then train for another hour before I decide I've done enough for today, pull off the boxing gloves and head for my quarters.
Not wasting another minute with my clothes, I enter the bathroom to take a quick shower to wash the grime and dirt of the day off. I change into a pair of black pants, a crisp white shirt and top it off with the Royal robe.
My hand dips into my pants to take the locket out, tracing my thumb over it as I think over giving it to her myself.
Who knows how she'll react. That woman is quite unpredictable.
I let out a quiet sigh and head towards her room.
A knock from me goes unanswered, so I push the door open. The sight that greets me knocks the breath out of me.
Vanessa's back is turned to me. Her long ginger-red hair flows down her back in cascading waves. She's wearing only a pair of black lacey underwear, giving me a good view of the round swell of her ass that bounces softly as she moves.
I can't neither move nor talk to call her attention to my presence. Just stand frozen on the spot with a raging hard cock.
A memory surfaces, distant and hazy...
"Come here, handsome. I'll give you the ride of your life," she laughs as she places delicate hands on my chest, ginger-red hair wraps around her like silk. Then she starts to lower herself on my cock. Her tight walls like a suction, engulfs me inch by inch until I'm balls deep inside of her.
"Fuck. You're so big," she giggles. Then starts to move, raising her hips until only the tip is left inside her, then she slams back down. I groan in pleasure.
We continue like that, drunk out of our minds, bodies grinding, moving in sync while our souls entangle in ecstasy.
Her face...blurred by the haze of my memories.
Time seems to pass slowly before she notices me standing there. She turns and my hands itch to mould her generous breasts between my calloused palms.
Her blue eyes widen, her face goes a little pale and the scream she lets out jolts me from my reverie.
Due to our heightened sense of hearing, the royal guards must have been alarmed because they start to reach me through the pack link.
I assure them that there's nothing to worry about. I have it handled.
She's still screaming when I cut off the link, so in two long strides, I'm in front of her, cupping her mouth with one of my hands to silence her.
Her blue eyes widen and in a desperate attempt to escape my hold, she stumbles and tips backwards, both of us falling onto the bed with our bodies pressed tightly together.
Not knowing what to do, I just stare. Her blue eyes are wide, but the look she gives me can start a fire; a hot and blazing anger...with desire.
Her heart thuds against her ribs with enough force I almost think it'll escape. Mine isn't any different.
I inhale a lungful of her lavender scent, my wolf purring in satisfaction, and it takes all of my will power not to sink my canines into her neck to mark her, or to grind my body against her soft one.
It seems she was just out of it like I was but she regains her senses faster than I do.
She squirms under me, twisting her head from side to side and even jerks her body up a little, unaware of what that little action did to me.
With great effort, I move away from her warmth and stand to my feet, stretching out my hand to help her up but she slaps it away.
She scrambles up and reaches for her towel, making sure the knot is secure before spinning to face me.
"You fucking, pervert!"
"Calm down, firecracker."
"Don't tell me to calm down! Why didn't you knock?"
I frown. "I did knock, but you didn't respond–"
"Because I was busy," she throws her hands up and makes an expression that tells me I should know that.
"I'm sorry–"
Her eyes narrow into slits. "No, you're not."
Yes. She's not wrong, I'm not sorry and my still-hard cock's a testament to that fact.
"I don't care if you own the place. My room is still my private space. Now get out."
I can't help the flicker of surprise that flashes across my face. No one had ever said something that to me before.
"I–"
"Nope. Out," she repeats, pointing a finger at the door with a raise eyebrow.
"Fine. Here." I pull out the locket from my pocket and toss it at her.
"What? What's that?" I watch her hands flair for a few seconds before she finally gets a hold on it.
I turn around and walk out of the room with her mouthing off at me.
"You fucking...hey! Get back here!"
I close the door with a ghost of a smile on my lips.
She's my firecracker alright.
I like her.