We walked down the halls of his place, hand in hand as he explained where certain doors led to.
“The training grounds are easily accessible outside,” he told me as he pointed to a glass door, showing off the exquisite greenery of northern California. “But there is also an indoor enclosure that my certain pack members can use.”
“Why?” I asked, curious.
“Many reasons,” he started, “but the main one is that we enjoy training outside,” he answered, “so only certain people train inside.”
“Oh,” I nodded.
I loved the way my hand fit in his. I couldn’t help it. I know I was supposed to be paying attention, and I was, but I just got excited about him touching me. And he was so attractive. There were times when he would catch me gazing at his loveliness.
He avoided the door that led outside.
I was tired.
I slept barely two hours last night.
“Marcus,” I asked.
I paused, thinking about how I could word it so he wouldn’t get angry at me.
“May I ask you of a favor?”
“Of course,” he nodded.
“Well, I am not used to the time schedule- pardon me, time zone,” I corrected myself, “so may you please keep me busy during the day? If I get free time, I will end up sleeping but I need to adjust.”
“Tire you out all day so you crash at night?” he chuckled, “will do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. We walked up a flight of stairs, going back to the second floor.
He explained more things to me and we walked in front of this huge window that showed off the redwood trees.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He stopped, allowing me to look out at the huge trees. I’ve never seen a tree that was that big. Like these were ginormous.
I felt his gaze upon my face and I looked over.
“You’re so pretty, Ines,” he told me, irises large as we made eye contact.
A wave of arousal washed over me. I was still butt-hurt that I didn’t get a kiss yesterday, as desperate as it might have seemed.
“You’re very attractive also,” I whispered, my gaze flickering to his lips.
Please, please, please!
He grinned at me.
“Am I?” he purred as he leaned in closer, the front of his body brushing against mine.
“Oui,” I agreed.
“I love your accent,” he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Merci,” I thanked him.
His smile grew as he leaned into my face. I reached my hands up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I wasn’t sure who did it, but the distance between us as we pressed our lips together. I was punched with adoration as it hit my system. My lips moved smoothly against his, a soft and tender kiss.
It didn’t last long.
Marcus’s grip on my body tightened, slipping his tongue in my mouth to deeply claim me. When it became too much to keep up, one of his hands went to the back of my head to hold it in place.
My fingers sank in his locks as I pressed against him, enamored with the way we fit with each other. My body got so warm as I smothered his body heat.
He was all over my mouth, his tongue practically attacking mine.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped against his lips from me when he ran his hand up my shirt, squeezing my bare skin on my hip.
My sound was enough to bring me back to reality.
I brought my hands back down to his shoulders, pushing myself back, parting from his wondrous lips.
“Um,” I mumbled, my face heating.
Be modest! Don’t disrespect him, in his own house.
“I am sorry,” I told him, glancing behind me to make sure no one was around.
His hand grabbed my face, bringing my attention back to him.
“Why are you sorry?” he asked me.
I felt a spark of anger grow in him.
“I did not mean to be on you in public,” I answered, “I apologize, Alpha,” I nodded my head in respect.
His eyes grew wide.
“What? No, Ines, no,” he firmly reinforced, “you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t care if someone sees me with you and if they have the gall to say something to me about what I do with my mate in my house then I’ll gladly rip out their vocal cords.”
“Marcus!” I exclaimed.
“What?” he asked as if he didn’t just threaten to kill someone.
“What did we talk about?” I blinked.
“Would you not agree?”
“No,” I sternly told him, “killing is not the first answer.”
“Ines,” he stated, “I don’t want to fight with you on this.”
“I am not fighting,” I told him, “I am telling you my view.”
He bit his lip as he looked out the window before he looked back down at me.
“You’re a good kisser,” he grinned.
“Uh,” I was flustered, my face blushing as I laughed, “Merci.”
“How do you say ‘you’re welcome’ in French?”
“Je vous en prie,” I translated.
“In Italian, it’s ‘prego’,” he told me, “in Hawaiian, it’s ‘he mea iki’,” he informed, “Hawaii is a tricky pronunciation.”
“Is Hawaii not part of America? I thought it was?” I asked as he removed his hands from my body to continue to walk down the halls.
“It is,” he confirmed, “but America doesn’t have an official language and Hawaii was stolen land, but not that many historians talk about it, they just say we won it in a war. It’s not completely true,” he told me.
“Oh,” I frowned.
We continued the tour. I was utterly tired. Dawn rolled around and we had dinner together in his room.
“So, do you have any siblings?” he asked me.
I nodded, “two sisters. We are not close.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, dear,” he placed a comforting hand on my knee.
“Do you?” I questioned, eating the chicken on the plate.
“I have one sister. She lives in Southern California,” he told me.
“Older or young?” I continued.
“Younger,” I told him, a small chuckle at the similarity leaving my lips.
“Parents?” I asked.
“Living with my sister,” he informed me.
We finished in comfortable silence.
“Good night, Ines,” he told me as he walked me down to the room I was staying in.
“Good night, Marcus,” I responded, not letting go of his hand still.
He smiled as he glanced down at our hands. He took a small step, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair before he opened the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he promised.
“Yes, please wake me up,” I begged.
I just wanted to be back on my sleeping schedule.
“Of course, dear, good night.”
“Good night,” I smiled, walking in the room and closing the door.
I got ready for bed. As I laid in bed, I realized that I’d have to wash my clothes soon and that I’d need to figure out a way to transport my stuff from France to here.
My eyes fluttered close, sleep taking over me, only to be awoken shortly after.
“Ines,” I heard a whisper.
It was this strange, malefic call. As if it was right in my ear, hovering over me.
My eyes flung open, panic washing over me.
The only voice I knew at this place was Marcus and that voice was far from his.
I rolled over, scooting all the way over to the other side of the bed, frantically searching the dark-lit room for any signs of someone.
I swore I saw a figure. I blinked, rubbing my eyes before I widened them, trying to make out what it was. Before I could, it practically disappeared.
My being was shaking. My entire being was unnerved. I knew something was wrong, an instinct. I slowly reached over to the nightstand, flicking on the lamp light. The light revealed nothing, just a plain wall that my eyes were trained on.
No, no, no, I am not staying in here.
I wanted Marcus.
Quickly, I got out of bed, on my guard. I made my way to the wall, turning on the light. Nothing was in the room. I walked back over to the lamp, turning it off before going to the door.
I practically booked it out, almost slamming the door of the room as I made my way out to the hallway. My steps were rapid as I went down the hallway, all the way to his door. I had to keep looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me.
I couldn’t get that voice out of my head.
My fist quickly rapped against the wooden door. My heart was still racing. Everything inside me was on edge.
I just wanted to see him. I was so alarmed.
The door opened, revealing a shirtless Marcus in a pair of loose boxers.
My eyes couldn’t help but roam his chest. It was so broad and tan and defined. I wanted to touch him.
“Ines?” he called, “Is something wrong?” His voice was laced with concern.
I was hit with so much relief at the pure sight of him. I couldn’t control myself as I invaded his personal space, wrapping my arms around his solid upper body.
Without hesitation, his arms encircled mine, pulling me close into him.
“You’re okay, Ines, I got you,” he murmured.
I felt his confusion and his thoughts lingered in my mind. He didn’t know exactly what was wrong but he hated that I was in distress and he’d do anything to comfort me, even if he had no clue what was wrong.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I asked, peering up at him.
His irises grew, arousal starting to grow in him.
“Yes,” he nodded, not a hint of hesitation.