The Wolf Slayer: Healing Blood, page 5
She had woken up in a good mood but throughout the day it had worsened. She had tried to keep herself busy and her mind occupied, but her thoughts kept straining back to Blake. She missed him and she wanted to see him again, but every time she brought it up to him his answers were very vague. Actually, most of his answers about his life were vague. He always tried to keep the conversations focused on her and short. Even though she enjoyed her phone calls with him she was always sad that he ended them quite quick.
He seemed to be very secretive especially when it came to his family. She had asked a few times about them, but he had not told her anything. They seemed to have a very strong hold over him and seemed extremely strict. The few details he shared with her reminded her of some of the cults she had seen on TV shows. His family did not let any outsiders on their land, they seemed to have very strict rules everyone had to follow, and his father seemed to be the one who made all the decisions.
She knew those signs were red flags, but she was afraid to confront him. She was afraid she could lose him. Something deep within her kept tugging on her and kept pulling her in his direction. Only thinking about loosing him made her heart ache. On the other hand, she was not sure for how much longer she could listen to his excuses as of why they could not see each other. She missed him with all her heart and wanted to be by his side and feel his touch.
A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the last time she felt his touch, his hands holding hers and his lips kissing her forehead. Her hands started shaking as if she was going through withdrawal, she had to put down the potatoes she was peeling and take a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
As much as she wanted Blake, she hated the distance they had between each other. Not only physically but she had the feeling as if he was trying to keep her at a certain distance when it came to getting to know him. She sighed and grabbed another potato and started pealing it.
She hoped he just needed time to open up, maybe he had a hard time talking about himself and just needed to adjust to her. She truly wanted to get to know him and if he needed more time, she would give that to him.
A sudden knock on her door made her flitch, all the freshly pealed potatoes rolled all over the floor. She let out a frustrated noise and walked to the door. The old lady from the downstairs apartment had been looking for her missing cat all day and had already knocked twice throughout the day to ask if Niev had seen it. To hide her annoyance, she put on a friendly smile and opened the door.
She froze in shock and awe as she looked at a soaking wet Blake. It took her a few seconds before she was able to move again. She could not hold back a joyful scream, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him inside and out of the rain. Wrapping her arms around him lifted a huge weight of off her shoulders and all her dark thoughts disappeared. She could feel a warmth spread through her body as she took in his amazing scent.
“If you don’t let go of me, you too will be as wet as I am,” his tone was amused and joyful.
“I don’t ever want to let go of you, you’ll just disappear again if I do,” all the doubts she had about him were gone and she never wanted to be without him ever again. She let go of him and looked up into his face, “Did you ride your bike here?”
He smiled down at her and his hand reached for her face and gently touched her cheek, “I missed you and had come see you,” he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She loved when he kissed her like that; it made her feel extremely special.
“Oh Blake, you must be freezing. Let me grab you some dry clothes. I am sure Jason won’t mind if you borrowed some of his clothes. His flings use my stuff all the time,” she turned around and walked to Jason’s room. She could feel Blake following her. She walked in Jason’s room and into his closet, while Blake stopped by the bedroom door and leaned against the doorframe. She looked around the closet for some suitable clothes that Blake could wear, it was not an easy task. There were a lot of inappropriate clothes in this closet.
“You two are close, aren’t you?” Blake sounded displeased by the thought of her being close to someone else but him. He tried to hide it, but she heard the jealousy in his voice, “How close are you two?”
“Nothing to be jealous about, Jason and I are friends,” she grabbed a black t-shit and a pair of grey joggers and exited the closet.
“It smells like sex in here,” he looked disgusted as he gazed around the room. She was sure he saw all the condoms, tissues and probably some of Jason’s pleasure toys laying around.
“Yes, he loves having people over and I am sure they are not baking cookies in here, but I’d rather not think about that,” she handed him the clothes, “Here these should fit you, I’ll put your wet ones in the dryer just give them to me when you are done,” she went on to show him the bathroom, but he just took off his shirt and pants right where he was. He made it seem like it was the most casual and normal occurrence in the world to get undressed in front of others. She stared at him; her eyes gazed over his perfectly sculptured body, his broad shoulders, muscular chest and to his manhood. She licked her lips as if he was some kind of candy she wanted to taste. That’s when she realized what she was doing and looked the other way until he handed her his wet clothes.
As she was turning on the dryer she could not stop thinking about his naked body. A body of a young god, tall, tanned and muscles galore. She should have just touched him, all she wanted now was to go back in time and look at him in all his glory again. She wanted to feel his smooth skin and his muscles tens up under her touch. She could barely hold back a lustful moan, as she thought about all the things, she wanted to do with him. She shook her head to get rid of the images of him and her necked together. She did not know what had gotten into her, she usually was not like this and had never felt like this with anyone else.
She quickly headed back to the kitchen. Blake stood by the sink and was washing the potatoes that had fallen on the floor. She pulled the meat out of the fridge and started cooking it. Blake grabbed a pot from the drying rack and filled it with water for the potatoes. It felt like a dream come true to have him here next to her, it felt so natural. How they both stood there in the kitchen preparing their dinner, it felt as if they had known each other for years. Blake walked over with the pot of potatoes in his hands, put it on the stove and watched the meat sizzle in the pan.
He had dark rings around his eyes, and they remind her of Jason’s eyes when he partied too hard without any sleep. She wandered if his family was giving him a hard time and if they would punish him for coming here and seeing her again. She was afraid that the next punishment would be so great that he would not dare to return to her ever again. She wanted to know more about them, she wanted to be able to assess them. She wanted to be able to stand up to them if needed and stand by Blakes side no matter what.
“Do you have siblings?”
It took Blake a second to realize that she had asked him a question, it seemed like his thoughts had been thousands of miles away, “Yes, three siblings, one brother and two sisters”, he paused as if he was not sure if and how much more he should say, “You saw my brother last time I came, he was the one who picked me up,” his lips formed a cold, crooked smile.
“He is the older one,” it wasn’t a question, she remembered the voice of the man, “and your sisters are they younger than you?”
“No, everyone is older than me,” he sighed, he glazed at the floor, and she could see that his thoughts were taking him far away from her. Something was bearing heavy on him. Before she could ask him what it was, he continued talking, “They all have their own families. Ann and Layla have found their partner for life. Layla has one child and is expecting her second. Seth’s and Lyliann’s son is turning two. They all have their perfect lives,” he laughed, a dark cold laugh, “I am the black sheep you know. I don’t fit in, I have not and will never find my place,” he choked on his words.
Niev came closer and touched his cheek, “Why would you say that? I am sure they must love you; they are your family after all.”
Blake looked up and laid his hand on hers as she caressed his cheek with her thumb, “That’s not the point, they love me to pieces, but that doesn’t change that I am different than the others,” he must have seen her confusion on her face, “I would break the rules if I’d explain it to you,” he sighed again, “What about your family?”
She did not want to change the subject, she wanted to know more about his family, but he seemed to have shared far more than she ever thought he would, “I was an only child. My parents adopted me when I was an infant. I was left abandoned by a church in the middle of winter. Mother and Father had been trying for years to conceive their own children and when their pastor found me by his church, they moved heaven and earth to be able to adopt me,” she turned away from him trying to hide her emotions. Her parents had always been a very touchy subject to her. She grabbed two plates and started plating their food while Blake was listening to her story, “They were good people and loved me more than anything, but they were very strict and religious. Being a teenager, I realized that I no longer wanted to follow the path that they had chosen for me. I became rebellious, going against all they had taught me. I no longer obeyed them or their church rules. So, at some point they gave me a choice of either following their path and be part of their life or to leave, be banished and disowned,” she picked up the plates and carried them to the table while Blake grabbed two glasses of water and the cutlery. They sat opposite of each other.
“You chose to leave your family?” Blake seemed curious and surprised at the same time.
She nodded with her mouth full of food. She quickly swallowed and continued, “Yes. Don’t get me wrong I loved and still do love my parents, but I did not feel as if I belonged. They were tied to their church and deeply religious unlike me. I was always different than the others. Other parents always looked at me as if I was different only because I was not the biological child of my parents. I wanted to see more than the same streets of the same town for the rest of my life. I always had the feeling as if something else is waiting for me outside of it. As if my journey would end somewhere else. So, I left my family and we have not talked since,” they both fell silent and finished their dinner each buried in their own thoughts. It was not awkward as she would have expected, instead they both felt comfortable enough not having to force a conversation. She had always wanted someone to be able to enjoy a quiet moment with, not needed to constantly talk. Having Blake here with her felt good.
Thirty minutes later Blake was sitting on Niev’s couch with her next to him. She was cuddled up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. She had turned on one of her favorite movies and her eyes were glued to the screen.
After dinner they had cleaned up the dishes together, while only exchanging a few words here and there. They had spent most of the dinner in silence, which had not bothered him at all. He had appreciated her gesture of silence, giving him and her time to themselves while still being with each other.
After sharing a tiny glimpse of his family, he hadn’t wanted to risk sharing even more. Every bit of information that he shared with her, could be used to puzzle the truth about him and his family together. Keeping his family and what they were, a secret was upmost importance.
Yet, he was glad he had opened up to her, it had forged a path of trust between them, and she had opened up herself about her upbringing. He had been surprised to hear that she had separated from her family. It saddened him that she seemed to be all alone without any kind of family support. It of course showed her strength and her survivor skills, but it also showed how truly alone she must feel sometimes.
He studied her closely, her golden-brown hair was up in a messy bun. She looked pale, right now her eyes were full of joy, even though they had dark rings underneath them. She looked as if she had had a rough couple of days or even weeks.
She had lived her life believing she was human, not even suspecting that other creatures existed, creatures like himself. He was not sure what she was, but she was definitely not human. If it was true, what she said and he knew it was, she was everything but human. Jumping off a cliff multiple times and surviving it without a scare was definitely supernatural.
After she had told him about the cliff, he had gone and searched for it, he knew the woods better than anyone, so he had had a vague idea of where to go. After finally finding the right cliff, he had been shocked by what he had found. Even though the rain had washed away all visible evidence of her torture, the whole earth had smelled of her blood. It was so much and so intense it had made him sick; he had not been able to stay longer than a few minutes.
At that point he knew that she had a chance of being accepted into his pack, it was a very slim chance, but it was there. He hoped that her being supernatural would help convince his father to accept her. Her being at odds with her family could also prove to be helpful. He felt horrible for thinking this way, but he was thankful for her cut ties to her family. If she ever wanted to be with him, she would not have to decide between him and her own family. It could be helpful to her decision making.
“Are you staying the night?” Niev’s warm voice drew him back to the here and now.
“If you let me, I’ll stay.”
“Well, where do you want to sleep?” Her cheeks turned red, “I can get you a blanket but,” now her whole face was red, “you can also sleep in my bed if you like,” she faced down biting her lip. He thought she was adorable; he loved her shy yet bold side.
He leaned closer to her and picked up her chin with a finger, forcing her to look him in the eyes, “The closer to you, the better, beautiful,” he said and kissed her. Her lips felt hot and soft on his. She kissed him back and grabbed his neck to pull him closer. He grabbed her hips, picking her up and placing her on his lap. With her hips against his he stood up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her down the hall. The kiss still going he opened her bedroom door, where he was hit with her mouth-watering vanilla scent. He could hear her strong, fast beating heart, which aroused him. He could scent her lust and it turned him on like nothing ever did before. He gently laid her on the bed and freed himself from her lips.
“Don’t stop,” her voice was barely a whisper and she seemed out of breath. Her hand grabbed his neck tighter and tried to pull him closer, while the other hand slipped underneath his shirt, “Please Blake, don’t stop.”
He could not resist her begging. Instead of kissing her lips, his lips found her neck, slowly making his way to her cleavage. His hand pulled up her tank top and willingly, without hesitation she took it off.
“Good girl, now take off your bra too,” his voice was far more demanding than he wanted it to be. It was his alpha talking and even though an alpha command should not have affected her, a shiver ran down her spine.
She obeyed and took off her bra. He now could appreciate her beautiful breasts. She pulled his shirt over his head and gasped. Her eyes wide open in admiration of his body. The way she looked at him made him proud, she liked what she saw, and it turned him on even more. Her fingers followed the contour if his neck muscles down to his chest and toward the hem of his joggers where she hesitated.
Now it was his turn to beg for more, “Don’t stop,”
She gave in and slipped her hands into his pants. Her soft and delicate hands grabbed his hard manhood and started rubbing it. Her hips moved underneath him in the same rhythm as her hand. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards hers and kissed his lips. She knew what she wanted, and he would give her exactly that. He could hear her heart racing. Her tongue licked over his lips asking permission to enter his mouth. He slightly opened his lips to grant her entry and her tongue explored each inch of his mouth. He could no longer hold back a groan.
He wanted more, he wanted to feel her heat and taste her lust. His hand slipped into her pants. She opened her legs and curved her hips towards his touch, without him having to ask her to do so. She offered herself to him, without him having to ask for anything. She trusted and wanted him, begging him to give her what she needed. His fingers circled her clit, the faster his fingers circled, the faster her breathing went. She adjusted the rhythm of her hand working on his shaft, to his circling motions on her clit. He wanted to give her more, satisfy her more, give her all she could ever ask for. He freed himself from her kiss and fell on his knees before the bed, pulling her hips to the edge with him. He grabbed her pants and ripped them off, revealing her most intimate body part.
“What are you doing?” Niev’s voice was a mere whisper, and she was barely able to catch her breath.
Instead of telling her what he was about to gift her, he licked his lips and kissed her clit, continuing the circling motions with his tongue. She moaned louder and louder the faster he went. Her hips were pressing against his lips. He penetrated her with one finger, while he gratified himself with the other hand. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer. Not knowing if anyone had ever penetrated her before, he was gentle, not wanting to hurt her, as he stretched her with two fingers. He moved slowly, not wanting her to cum yet.
“More, I want more, Blake.”
Three fingers, he wanted to be sure she was ready before he would give her what she so desperately longed for. Slowly in and out, not too fast, and not too slow, a fine line between torture and satisfaction. She grabbed his hair, pulling his head up and forcing him to look at her.
“More,” it was a demand he could not resist. He obeyed and got up from his knees and leaned over her, his hips fit perfectly into hers, his shaft touching her hot and wet core. He was about to penetrate her when a thought crossed his mind. It took all his willpower to stop himself in the motion, “Condom,” he couldn’t say more, his whole body was fighting him. He wanted to enter her, feel her, satisfy her. Stopping his body from doing so took all his strength.
“Pill,” she said and with no further explanation she closed her legs around his hips and pulled him closer causing him to penetrate her. She felt hot and tight, he couldn’t hold back anymore and moved his shaft faster and faster. With each thrust he explored a new depth. Niev tossed and turned under him, lustfully moaning and begging for more. She screamed ecstatic as she reached her climax. Her orgasm took over her whole body and she started shaking. Watching her as the waves of her orgasm washed over her made him cum inside of her.
