The sound of the pounding rain deafened the silent atmosphere. For the hundredth time, I have stood up from the warm confinement of my sofa and walked over to the nearest window to the door to look outside. It is raining so hard that I can barely see through the rain. Removing my glasses, I sat it on the small rectangle table near the window. Smoothing my hair behind my ear, I walked out the front door and stood on the porch.
I'm starting to feel a little anxious now. At first, I tried brushing it off. He will be fine, at least, that is what I kept telling myself. However, it is six in the evening and he is nowhere in sight. He said he will be home soon but now doubts are starting to set in.
Unable to hold back, I decided to walk down his driveway and to the end of the street. I tried looking for an umbrella but I don't know where he puts them. I looked everywhere. So, I settled with walking in the rain.
Immediately, rain pounded against my skin. Drenching me completely from head to toe. I wrapped my arms around my torso and did a quick jog down the driveway. The asphalt pavement had large puddles of water and soaking through his sleeping pants.
When I reached the end of the driveway, I glanced up and down. There was no sign of life. Nothing. No one was out during this storm and he was nowhere in sight. My gut churned and I'm starting to get nervous. He tells me I am the idiot but apparently, he is the idiot. Who goes out right after a forecasted storm? One that is dangerous and could get you lost and hurt for days? Anxiety is climbing quickly inside of me. The desire to run to the packhouse is overwhelming.
Just when I decided to do just that, I see a shadow breaking through the rain just over the hill of the small country road. I squinted throw the heavy rainfall to see the man I have been looking for. My mate is running through the rain. He is completely drenched. Without thinking, I ran the rest of the way to meet him.
He caught sight of me half a minute later. His eyes widened in surprise which causes him to come to a full stop. I launched myself at him, uncaring if he will catch me or let me topple to the ground with embarrassment. Luckily, he caught me just as I landed right in his chest. I felt him relax. His arms wrapped tighter around me, and the firm pressed of his lips into my neck. My pulse quickened underneath that intimate touch.
"You are home," I breathed in relief. My anxiety dropping slowly.
"I told you that I would. Why are you outside?" he questioned.
I pulled back from him. He released me but kept two hands on my waist which were burning through my wet clothes almost as if I wasn't wearing anything at all.
"I-I..." I looked up at him. He looked down at me.
Half of me wanted to lie but a strong part of me couldn't. I am really relieved to see him. Am I really that insane now? I used to hate him. Why suddenly the sudden impulse to want to be near him and afraid of his safety?
"I was worried," I said.
His olive eyes seemed to have brightened a little at my answer. There was no hint of a smile but it almost felt like he was smiling. He nodded, satisfied with my answer before he took hold of my hand. Intertwining his in mine. I looked down, aware of how our body is reacting to that touch. He and I began jogging back to his house.
Once we were inside, he dragged me to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where he grabbed a towel out of the cabinet, opened it up, and put it over my shoulder. He grabbed another one and placed it over my head where he began rubbing in slow circles. I have never been cared for like this before. My heart wouldn't stop hitting my ribcage and I am thankful he can't see me with the towel placed over my head. There is a definite red hue to my cheeks and blemishing my neck. He'll know I am blushing.
"Next time, wait inside the house," he ordered.
"I did but then I got worried. The storm is getting worse," I replied. "The phone lines aren't working."
"I know. I couldn't see with my truck. I had to leave it at the packhouse and run back home," he mentioned.
"You should have stayed at the packhouse," I told him.
"And risk you running after me?" he retorted.
I smirked at his response. It's true. I would have probably run after him. Before seeing him running on the country road, I had envisioned many ways he could have gotten injured.
He removed the towel and lifted my chin to look into his eyes. He does this too often. Always trying to read my emotions or something. Staring at me a little too long and sending my nerves into a fluster.
"Take a warm bath. I'll have some dry clothes waiting outside your door. I'll take a shower in the guest room," he ordered.
"Ok," I grumbled.
His finger grazed my cheek where I'm sure the pink, reddish hue is still staining them. A second later, he dropped his hand down and walked out of the room. I brushed the back of my hand against my cheek where he was touching me. It still tingled.
Turning to look into the mirror, I saw that I was actually smiling. Immediately, I tried to stop the smile but none of my muscles wanted to comply.
I shoved aside my feelings and started removing my wet clothes before getting into the shower. I had to use his body wash and shampoo as I was unexpectantly shoved into his room and a storm came shortly after. We were unprepared for my stay. I didn't mind though. It felt nice to have his smell on me. It sounds a bit weird but I felt closer and calmer.
After showering, I sit in the bathtub for a good ten more minutes, allowing the hot warm water to turn cool before draining the bathtub and stepping out. I made sure to dry myself down before wrapping the black towel around my torso and slowly creeping the door open.
I peeked out to see I am alone. Looking down, I saw a pile of dry clothes. Picking them up, I closed the door. These are his clothes again. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. It smells like him. I couldn't stop smiling.
Oh my god! What is wrong with me? I've turned into some psycho. I pulled on the black sweater and noticed the school logo on it. It must be one that he bought when he was in high school. Next, I pulled on his boxers and old charcoal sweatpants before knotting it tightly around my waist.
It wasn't that cold outside, but I am thanking him anyway. I feel warm and cozy.
After combing my hair thoroughly and drying it as much as possible, I stepped out into the living room to see him sitting on the sofa. He was working through some paperwork on the coffee table.
For the next few days, I will be stuck in the same home as my mate. We will be alone with no interference. My gut clenched when all kinds of images flew into my mind. Will he be okay if I stayed that long? Should I ask to go stay with my mom? It doesn't look like he minded.
"How long are you going to stand there and stare at me?" he asked without looking at me while scribbling down some notes large notepad.
"I wasn't staring," I grumbled before walking around the sofa and sat down in the one adjacent to him.
He looked up as soon as I sat down. His eyes scanning me thoroughly from head to toe.
"Where are your glasses?" he asked.
I pointed to the table underneath the window. I'm surprised it one thing I had with me when he barged into my home and the one thing he somehow grabbed while grabbing me. I found it this morning sitting on the nightstand in his room.
The sound of thunder rumbled through the sky. I looked out to see how dark it was already. I pulled my feet up and underneath me, settling comfortably in my seat.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
I turned back to look at him with a shrug.
"I guess," I grumbled.
"Do you like lasagna?" He set his pen down on the notepad.
I shrugged once again.
"I don't mind it. I am not a picky eater." Then I remembered why he left. Suddenly wanting to know what happened, I unconsciously moved closer to him. He didn't mumble any protest, so I figured it was okay. Plus, the distance from his sofa to mine was too much for my wolf. She was getting anxious and it was rubbing off on me.
"So, how did the interrogation go?" I asked.
"She confessed," he answered.
"What? So...what did you do?" I wanted to know.
He looked uncomfortable and my eyes narrowed.
"What? Did you kill her?" I blurted.
He scoffed before shaking his head.
"Ok, so you didn't kill her."
"No, but I did...I got close to her. I made her think I wanted her." He didn't want to look guilty but guilty was written all over his face.
I don't know how I feel about this. My wolf is snarling with jealousy but I am here wondering if he wanted it or if it was forced. There must be a reason for that guilty look on his face. He could be guilty because he killed her. He could be guilty if he fought a female. He could be guilty because-
"What did you do?" It came out a little too strong. His eyes snapped to mine.
I cleared my throat.
"I mean, what did you do?" Tell me. So, I can end your misery and mine. I can strangle you with my hands-
"I allowed her to touch me intimately." Dead Gamma found in flooding water. That is what the news headline would read after the storm is over.
He watched my reaction but I am still trying to figure out what the hell he means.
"I don't understand." I shook my head.
He sighed and turned to face me.
"Want me to show you?" he asked.
The dark look in his eyes almost deterred me but I have always been the curious cat. So, I nodded without thinking twice. He wrapped one hand around my wrist and pulled me to stand up next to him before taking me over to the dining table.
"So...?" I prodded further.
"Pretend you are her," he ordered.
He pushed me to sit on top of the table, lifting up my thighs he wrapped them around his waist. It is intimately close. I can feel how hard he was.
"I hope you aren't going to tell me next how turned on-"
"Not with her, only with you," he said huskily, his eyes dropping down to my lips.
I gulped, "What happened next?"
"She skimmed her lips over my throat," he pointed and without thinking again, I moved in and did exactly what she did. He shivered underneath my lips. His hands tightening on top of my thighs.
"Then my jaw-" I tilted my head and brushed my lips along the sharp jawline. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Suddenly, he flips me over and my front is pressed against the table. My hands in a tight hold behind his back. I'm starting to have second thoughts here.
He leans forward and his front is pressed against my back. I can feel every inch of his hard body seeping through the thick sweater. How is this even possible?
His lips brushed my ear as his breath fanned my cheek and down my neck. It was my turn to shiver underneath him. I can feel how hard he was. He made sure I can feel him.
"O-ok, I get it," I grumbled.
"I told her if she admitted the truth that I would give her what she wanted. I will fuck her until she can't walk," he murmured.
I clenched my thighs together and I felt a sound building up in the back of my throat. The way he said it sounded so crude yet so damn hot at the same time.
"You lied?" I whispered, feeling breathless.
He released me before turning me back around to face him. My bottom pressed up against the table. He gripped my chin again with his fingers while looking into my eyes.
"You're jealous," he simply stated.
"I am not." I brushed his hand away with a slap of my hand.
He released me but refused to give me space.
"I told you before. She's not my mate. You are."
"Oh, and is that supposed to make me feel better?" I retorted with a glare in his end. "And to think I was over here all scared and worried."
He smiled then and I forgot what I was talking about or why I was mad at him in the first place.
"I was repulsed with her. I want nothing more than to not touch but you are more important. I needed to get the truth out of her and her weakness was me," he replied.
"And what if I did the same thing?" I shot back.
"I'll react the same as you but probably way worse. I am fiercely possessive, Rose, especially when it comes to you."
Ok, he got me because I did react that way. Argh! Damn these emotions. Damn this mate bond. Damn him.
I moved to walk away from him. I heard him following after me. I quickened my footsteps, practically running to the bedroom only to have him pushed into the room just as I closed the door. He slammed it shut before standing there before me.
"I need to be alone," I said with a lift of my defiant chin.
"And if I say no?"
"Then...then I'll run away," I shot back.
He took two steps and stood in front of me.
"I like it when you are mad and jealous." He cupped my cheeks in his hands.
"I am not," I replied.
"You are. You are so god damn jealous it's fucking sexy," he murmured before leaning down and capturing my lips.
Angry that he is kissing me and at the fact that I am jealous of him, I threaded my fingers through his dark locks and slanted my lips over his, kissing him possessively. Showing him how much I hate that I am jealous of him. He groaned and allowed me to lead this second kiss of ours.