The Porcelain Sink
Marcus’s eyes glowed red as he held my brothers throat with one hand, leaving him helpless against the wall. Troy swung his arms to pry his grip, but he was no match to Marcus’s strength.
“What are you doing Marcus?! It’s my brother! Let go of him!” I screamed helplessly as I tried prying Marcus’s hands off of Troy.
“OH” Marcus released his grip and Troy fell to the ground coughing.
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Does this whole god damn city have the keys?!” I began helping Troy to his feet and furrowed my eyes angrily in Marcus’s direction. It was hard to be mad at a man that made my heart flutter, but when it came to my brother nothing would ever get in the way.
“You-” Marcus backed up, “You didn’t tell me you had a brother.”
“Maybe you should ask before you jump to conclusions.” I sighed as I walked Troy to the couch, he was still coughing and catching his breath.
“I’m sorry for that outburst…I’m Marcus by the way.” He reached his hand out to shake Troy’s hand and I felt the tension rise dramatically.
“You’re a WEREWOLF?” Troy’s eyes locked onto Marcus.
“Yes, I am.” Marcus stood up straight as he lowered his hand. “Is that a problem?” He narrowed his glance back at Troy.
“GET OUT. She doesn’t need someone like you.” Troy stood up from the couch with his hands balled into fists. His jaw clenched in pure rage, but Marcus remained still, un-phased by Troy’s attempts to intimidate him.
It was a stand off that I wasn’t in the mood for.
“Troy, now’s not the time to make demands, Marcus is well my…” Shit, what should I say? Friend, boyfriend? Mate?
“He’s your WHAT Hunter?” Troy gritted through his teeth.
“My friend.” No matter what my response was, I knew I was going to upset one of them, but to be honest, it was the truth. I had no idea where Marcus and I stood.
I glanced over to see Marcus, his eyes carelessly looking to the floor like a sad puppy. It hurt me to say it, but it was the truth.
“Why is your ‘friend’ making house calls at? What time is it? 5am?!”
“Shut up Troy and go to bed. I’ll be fine. Just trust me. Remember what we spoke about?” I gripped onto Troy’s arm hard, reminding him of our conversation before.
“FINE, you two love birds have a great time, I’m going to bed.” Troy didn’t give another look at Marcus, but instead gave me a peck on the cheek and slammed his bedroom door shut.
His bedroom lights went out soon after, leaving Marcus and I alone.
“What are you doing inside my apartment!? Don’t you have manners?” I whispered harshly to Marcus as I pulled him inside my room.
“We need to talk Hunter.”
“You think so?! Why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”
“Technically it is tomorrow.”
I gulped heavily thinking about what I did after work. Did he know about the money I stole?
“Please sit.” I pointed to my bed that I thankfully cleaned up the day before.
“Hunter you need to stop.” My heart skipped a beat. What was he referring to? The million lies that I was spewing to him?
“Wha-What do you mean?” I stuttered while I nervously fidgeted my hands.
“Come.” He patted the spot beside him on the bed.
I hesitated. I was having a flash back of Alpha James, sitting in the very spot Marcus was sitting in. I wanted to break down and tell him everything.
I hesitantly sat beside him, I was nervous as hell and I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the feelings I had towards him? Or maybe because he was an Alpha? Or just a werewolf? I couldn’t explain the intensity of emotions I had for him and I prayed he felt the same way.
“Hunter, don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you.” He placed his large hand on my leg causing me to jump slightly in my seat, but it wasn’t fear, it was from the sheer intensity. “It’s ok Hunter,” his smile lit up, “I just wanted to say I was sorry.”
Deep down I was jumping for joy. He didn’t know about the money after all, but I was still curious to know what was on his mind.
“Sorry for what?”
“I didn’t tell you that I owned the rogue. I didn’t want to make things... awkward… And yes, I’m an Alpha, but that’s it. It’s doesn’t change the way I truly feel about you.”
I looked down at his hand and placed it on his, “I feel the same way Marcus, and maybe we should get to know each other better. I mean, you met my brother Troy. I didn’t tell you about him because I thought he was dead until today. He is recovering from drug addiction.”
“Oh-I’m sorry.” Marcus was looking straight through me with his piercing brown eyes, like he was looking through glass. In the moment, I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to let my heart out.
He squeezed my hand tightly and I held on like I was hanging over a cliff. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him everything; the money, Alpha James, the fight. EVERYTHING.
“Marcus, I have to...” Before I could speak further, I felt his warm lips hit mine.
Time literally stopped; his smell was hypnotic beyond reason as I parted my lips letting him wash a wave of his warmth inside mine. Heat was rising from my stomach to my chest like a tsunami that I couldn’t control. My whole body tingled, the feeling of Marcus leaning his huge body into mine as he wrapped his arms around me felt like eating a forbidden fruit. Pure ecstasy.
He pulled me in, claiming my mouth. He was hungrier and more intense than before. My fingers were already trailing up under his t-shirt, feeling his smooth skin and radiating heat. His thumb hollowed my neck, getting a better grip of my face as we intensified our embrace.
He pulled me upwards onto his lap, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist as he parted his eyes, searching for assurance from me.
“It’s ok. You feel…” I exhaled in between our mouth lock.
I grinded onto his lap, my hips swaying with his movements. I could feel his tent under me, rising while my core heated up. I could already feel the moisture in between my legs soaking through my underwear.
“Hunter” He whispered.
I felt his hand trailing up my lower back, feeling all of me. His touch felt like electrical sparks pulsating over my sensitive skin. As his fingertips slowly travel under my shirt, I could feel him inching towards my scar. The scar with stiches that I have yet to see because I was too scared to face the reality.
Flashbacks filled my head as our lips were still passionately dancing, but the closer his hand got to my scar, the more fear filled my head.
My muscles tensed up and as much as I wanted to continue, I couldn’t shake the feeling of fear. Fear of Alpha James, fear of what happened, fear of the scars that were permanently indented on my body. What would Marcus think or say if he knew what happened? Was it too late to tell him now?
“Hunter-what’s wrong?” Marcus held my shoulders in his hands while he looked at me, eyes tight and worried.
It was not until I saw him that I realized I was shaking as pellets of sweat rolled down my forehead. My heart started to race as I deliberated what to say next.
“Uh-it’s ok.” I grasped my forehead trying to regain my composure. What was happening to me?
“You’re shaking, was it something I did? What’s wrong?” He grazed the side of my arm with his hand. His touch that once felt euphoric now was soured by the thought of my scar, my shame, my only sexual experience that I had. Tainted by Alpha James.
“No-no,” I sighed, “I just need a minute, I’m – I’m sorry Marcus.” I climbed off and ran to the washroom.
What was happening to me? This is all I wanted, and I couldn’t go through with it. Why was I so scared? Was it Alpha James? I couldn’t even look back at Marcus as I ran into the washroom. I felt ashamed I couldn’t tell him the truth.
I locked the door and placed my hands on the white porcelain sink to regain my balance. My breathing was still shallow like I couldn’t catch my breath. Alpha James’s voice kept echoing in my ear and I couldn’t get him to shut up.
“Lost little Dingo?” His voice kept replaying over and over.
My fear was soon overcome by anger. I wanted to kill him and it was all that I desired.
I clasped my hand harder onto the sink. My body tensed up and my jaw was clenched.
“Hunter? What’s wrong?” I could hear Marcus knocking on the door, but I couldn’t face him right now.
“I’ll be right out.” I tried my best to sound normal, but I wasn’t sure how ‘normal’ I sounded.
Harder and harder my hands squeezed the porcelain. I wanted to tear his head off. I envision myself killing James and it felt so good. I wanted to taste his blood. I wanted to make him suffer.
The anger that was building in me felt so euphoric, so empowering, like a drug. I wanted to scream out loud, but kept my voice muffled in fear Marcus would tear down the door.
“HUNTER IF YOU DON’T COME OUT, I’M COMING IN.” His voice was raised with concern.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes were now blood shot with rage, my jawline had veins running down my neck. I didn’t recognize myself.
“Marcus hold on, I’m not feeling well.” I lied again to him, but I couldn’t have him walking in on me now.
I clasped the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head. I needed to see my scar, I needed to see what that asshole sketched on my skin.
As I slowly turned my body to see in the mirror, I held my breath. The urge to see it was now eating away at me and it was finally time to face it.
As I inched my back sideways I first saw red, but as I turned around fully I gasped in horror. The gash was huge; bigger than I imagined. It started from my shoulder blades and ended towards my lower back, like a red tattoo. It was an Omega symbol. A symbol that wasn’t familiar to me, but I guess it was relevant to Alpha James. My mouth hung open as I analyzed the marking. I reached back to feel the rugged groves of the mark while the stitches still hung off my skin. It was hideous. I had no words to explain the pain this brought to me when I looked at it.
“HUNTER I’M COMING IN.”
“Marcus don’t destroy my door! I’m coming out.” I instantly snapped out of my trance as I heard Marcus on the other side of the door and started scrambling to put my arms through my shirt.
I brushed my shirt down and looked at myself one more time to make sure I didn’t look like complete shit.
“You can do this Hunter.” I whispered to myself.
I swiftly opened to door to see him standing over me. His breathing was heavy, like he was ready to literally rip off the hinges of the door.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” I tried my best to brush it off, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions.
He placed his hand on my arm and looked directly in my eyes, “Hunter, is there something you’re not telling me? You can tell me anything.” He trailed his hand down towards my hand and squeezed it. I looked back at his hazel eyes and calculated what I should do.
“Um-no. I’m sorry for that outburst. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I wasn’t talking about that. What happened?” He looked over my shoulder in the bathroom.
“What are you talking about?” I was confused and saw him with raised his eyebrows, squinting over at something directly behind me.
I turned my head to see the sink, or now, the broken sink. Two chunks were missing on the side and I didn’t even notice when I left. What the hell was happening to me?
“Oh…yea, that sink? Yes umm,” I chuckled, “that was always like that, the super still has to fix it.” I tried to laugh it off like it was a big joke, but Marcus looked at me suspiciously.
“Are you sure?” He kept his eyebrows furrowed.
Did he believe me? I wasn’t sure, but now I was living a hundred lies that I couldn’t keep up with.