Page 12 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
His advice was usually good, but he never followed those wise words of wisdom. He didn't know it, but I understood why he was away from home so often. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by me. It was that he didn't understand what was going on and needed some distance to think things through.
Having a daughter hooked on sleeping pills and other assorted recreational drugs made him think it was his fault.
A light tapping on my door was followed by Luke entering without waiting for a response. He had a tray of freshly squeezed orange juice. There was also a mysterious silver cloche covering the food. My heightened sense of smell was instantly attracted to the subtle aroma.
He was dressed in a black suit perfectly molded to his muscular frame. The white tie gave him the appearance of old Mafia. He set the tray down next to me and took my hand with a gentle grace to make me shift nervously under the sheets.
"I prepared you something. Don't turn your nose up at it. It will nourish you and what is in its infancy stage inside of you." He lifted the cloche to reveal to my hungry eyes a steak still bleeding on the plate.
I tried to grab it, but he slapped my hands away. The sting was temporary, but his dominance was highly arousing.
I shook my hand and bit back a pompous retort about him being our employee.
"We are still civilized. Manners are important if you intend to blend into your surroundings. The main point I'm trying to make is camouflage is your friend. It doesn't mean wearing army fatigues. You can hide in plain sight by pretending to be normal." Luke handed me a white linen napkin monogrammed with my father's initials on it.
The sterling silver blinded me when it hit the light in just the right way. He fluffed my pillows and helped me to sit up to enjoy the meal offered to me. My breasts came out from under the sheets unencumbered by lingerie or any other scandalous attire.
Sleeping nude was better than feeling trapped in clothes. This was the first time to my recollection I didn't wake up under the bed. Things were looking up.
He didn't even blink at my sudden nudity. I wasn't sure if I should be insulted or admire his restraint while he continued to look me in the eyes.
I tugged the sheet to my chin with my stomach rumbling. Famished was the understatement of what I was feeling. My body craved sustenance. A fleeting thought of rolling around on the mattress with him showing me what a real man was capable of came and went with a flutter of my eyelids.
"I gather your father doesn't know."
"I'm not sure I know and I was there," I answered with this electrifying feeling touching the tip of my tongue when the blood dripped into my mouth.
"There's so much I have to tell you, but I don't know where to begin. The one thing I can tell you is that you are at the age of maturity."
"I have no idea what that means. I'm still trying to come to terms with what I saw on the roof. You leaped over to the other building without even thinking about it. That might not be an extraordinary feat, but you were holding me at the time." I sampled the next couple of pieces and found them extremely flavorful with an abundance of spices to tempt my palate.
"I think we can both agree that I'm not like other guys you know. I've thought about this all night. Coming up with the right words is never easy. Sometimes you just have to take off the Band-Aid quickly. You are a wolf-shifter. I sensed it the moment I met you, but I didn't know until last night," he revealed with a hand brushing the side of my face.
He moved his finger around my lips to capture a small droplet of blood.
I didn't know why but it was so damn hot the way he sucked it into his mouth with his eyes growing as big as saucers. There was nothing I could say but enjoy his euphoria when he tasted the fresh blood of the animal.
"There is nothing quite like a fresh kill to make you feel alive in the morning. I took the liberty of hunting for food this morning. You might notice a difference in taste. The deer didn't even see it coming. You have no idea how exhilarating it is to put those skills to the test against a worthy adversary." He smiled with his back straightened.
I wasn't sure whether he was talking about the beast from last night or the animal he hunted down with no mercy this morning. The property was acres and acres of unspoiled land. Wildlife could be heard in the distance howling at the moon or scavenging for food at all hours.
He looked around at the inside of my sanctuary. It was a little girly with Barbie dolls and brocades of pink and white everywhere. He walked around, touching splashes of pink fabric draped over the bed.
"You must've thought you won the lottery when they adopted you. He was left with the inevitable task of watching you transform. Neither one of you understood the importance of this great gift you have been given. Nobody was around to give you insight and to teach you what you need to know to survive," Luke said from the window with his hand on the cold pane of glass.
The last morsel was devoured with a guilty little sigh of contentment. Something compelled me to get out of bed. My feet touched the radiant heat of the floor. I practically floated until I had my hands wrapped around his midsection. It felt right to be close to him despite barely knowing anything about him.
It didn't even bother me how my naked body was pressed up against him. The excitement overruled my good sense and judgment. A growl of defiance came from deep down in the recesses of my soul. A hunger having nothing to do with food came over me.
I tossed him onto the bed with pinpoint accuracy. He landed softly on his back with a smile stretching from ear to ear. It wasn't like me but something inside felt privileged to be with him.
Pouncing on my prey had me separating the chasm between us with one extremely easy jump to the bed on top of him. Inhaling his essence was an aphrodisiac. Tasting his skin with the tip of my tongue opened up a pathway of possibilities.
"This is what I'm talking about. Those urges are going to get stronger the closer we come to your ascension. It's what I call the final stages of the transformation. You can't expect me to take advantage of you when you have no idea what you're doing." Luke rejected me, but in a kind and humane way.
He rolled out from underneath me, but I could see a certain part of his anatomy didn't share the same sentiment. It had grown considerably inside of his pants until they became tighter with the outline of his member.
My mouth watered with a little bit of drool running down the corner of my lips. That was something I could sink my teeth into. It created a spark, and I pursued the flame by stalking him across the bed until my face was touching the fabric of his pants.
