Burning
Stumbling, the burning sensation glides from my core and out to my limbs letting itself known and in need of attention.
Fuck this time of my cycle was really letting itself known. I would have to stock up on the tonic Mom gave me for my monthly cycle. It seemed to get worse each year like the tonic was wearing thin.
I went back to focusing on stocking the shelves. Our little shop, the Apothecary, was quiet for a Saturday afternoon but I was taking the time to refill stock and make tonics. Mom had built this store from the ground up before I was born and ever since I could walk, I was helping her run it.
Now as a twenty-six-year-old with a business degree I’d helped her grow the shop into a bustling statement in the heart of the mountains.
The urgency was growing between my thighs as the burn continued to throb down keeping in time with my heartbeat. Yes, this was defiantly worse than last time.
Checking the clock behind the main counter I found it was only five minutes to closing time. I could wait five minutes.
Setting myself to closing tasks I was able to keep myself busy from the pulsing under my short cargo skirt. Shifting my thighs together to create some friction as I closed the cash register down for the day, a slight moan escaped my lips as I heard the tinkle of the doorbell.
My body had been so focused on the friction I was feeling between my thighs I forgot to lock the front door.
A smell hit me on the breeze as the door closed – sandalwood, ash, and vanilla. Involuntarily I licked my lips.
Out of nowhere the fire in my body stoked and I could’ve let another strangled moan escape if it wasn’t for the hauntingly sexy man standing in the middle of my store.
My mouth was hanging open at the sight of him. I don’t think I’d ever seen such a ruggedly handsome man in my life, but when I roam my eyes up his body to meet his face, he also has a boyishly checky smile that makes his amber eyes burn.
I was still gaping when his mouth moved. The burning was unbelievable. I wiggle my hips which seems to cause him some amusement because his mouth shifts into a full mouth-watering grin.
Damn girl, what was I? Some lovesick pussy. Well, that part of me had most certainly found what it had been missing it seems. Slapping myself internally my ears pop, and I catch the end of what he is saying. “…for wounds?”
Okay so he was after a salve or tonic, that I could do. The quicker I got this mouth-watering guy out of the shop the faster I could focus on the throbbing part of me.
“Could you tell me a little more about the wound?” Unfortunately, wound care was more nuanced than one size fits all.
Those amber eyes pierced my indigo ones and stalked closer, like he was closing in on his latest prey.
Gulping I closed my eyes for a second to center myself as the heat in my body made itself well know again. I really had no idea what was going on with my body this month. Mom said the new tonic should be fixing this. If anything, it was worse.
That devilish smile was still on his face as he brought his arm up on the counter lifting his short sleeved black t-shirt, that was already clinging to his sun-kissed tattooed body, over his muscles showing a nasty gash along his upper bicep still oozing blood.
Being faced with a problem – or injury— in this case, was my forte. I ignored all the niggling inside my body and told ‘muscles’ to sit down on the love seat next to the bookshelf.
He nodded and gracefully slunk down on the set. More graceful than I imagined him being really.
“I’ll just go grab what I need.” Feeling more myself now I had something to focus on I grab the supplies from the back placing everything next to him on the seat.
It was then I noticed how close our bodies were. We were nearly the right height, with him sitting down, for us to be on the same level.
Realizing he was waiting for me to start… I gave myself a little shake and got to work. “Sorry in advance if any of this hurts. Sometimes the salve can be a bit bitie.” I always liked to give customers that disclaimer. Depending on the wound depth the ingredients we put in the salve would kill any infection however it came at a slight price – pain.
Once again that megawatt smile came out and I notice a dimple on each of his cheeks. Gosh could this guy get any hotter, seriously.
He brushes his hand through his shoulder length wavy mahogany hair. “Pain is my middle name. Go for it, sweetness.”
My heart and throbbing body skip a beat as he calls me sweetness. I couldn’t help smiling back at him. “Umm, okay let’s get this cleaned up.”
I put on my gloves and then work in silence as I feel his burning eyes find a home in the side of my face. Both his arms are covered in intricate tattoos that look like they would take hours, maybe days to explore. The deep wound that covers his upper arm sits right on the face of a wolf. Such a shame that his tattoo is now ruined but as I look closer scars litter his arms and his tattoos are torn in many places.
I am itching to take my gloves off and trace the intricacies of the tattoos. Probably my desire talking.
“Lift your arm please.” I help him move it up as I get out the bandage and start wrapping. “I’d suggest leaving this on for at least twenty-four hours and then taking it off and reapplying the salve.”
Looking at his face I notice his expression has changed. He was no longer smiling but grimacing. “It’s just a suggestion, you can take it off if you want?” Maybe he didn’t like bandages? Weird, he was all full of smiles before.
Moving unbelievable fast he grabs me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap.
What the actual fuck was this prick doing?! My mind rages and my body pounds with unbridled lust.
That’s when he sniffs along the side of my neck and in one of the most wickedly seductive voices I’d ever heard says, “What are you?”
Outraged I pull my body up and he lets me go. And by the look on his face, he didn’t want me to go.
“What the fuck!?” Placing my hands on my hips, my head was steaming, fury lacing my words.
That lazy smirk returns to sexy dickwads face and my body melts. Damn.
He stands taking a step, only inches from my body, looking down at me.
“I will rephrase then. Who are you halfling?”
