Page 39 of Those That Are Lost
As much as I love her in any form, I’m enjoying the fact that she didn’t have a glamour up when the wolves found us. Tracing her curves through the tight black jeans and up across the woollen jumper that clings to her chest has me salivating. They’re not clothes I recognise; she must’ve picked up some new ones yesterday from somewhere. Her neck and face look flushed from a hot shower and her hair bounces around her shoulders as she walks over.
It reminds me of how those curls bounced as she rode me. The memory is on constant replay in my mind, the sight of her taking control, the feel of her tightly wrapped around my cock, her arousal mixed with mine potent in the air.
I have zero regrets about it. She can have any part of me she wants. I hope she isn’t about to tell me she wishes it never happened.
“You disappeared yesterday.” It’s not accusatory, but I hear the hurt in her voice.
Pushing out the chair next to me using my foot, she accepts the gesture and sits down. I want to pull her into my lap, have her straddle me again, but I don’t push my luck. And we do need to talk. Doing so without the distraction of her in my arms is probably best.
“Sorry, I left early yesterday. Rune invited me to his training class and then I got caught up with some things with Theodora.” I gesture to the papers on the table in front of us.
“Training, what in?”
“I wasn’t sure until I went but he coaches a mix of fitness and defence training. I don’t know why I didn’t bring you along. Come to the next one?”
“That sounds fun, I miss our sparring sessions.” A wistfullook crosses her face as she brushes one of her curls behind her ear. “I’ve not done much since... Well, since the summer. I’ve only been running whilst I’ve been here.”
“The next one is tomorrow if you’re up for it?”
“Sign me up,” she says enthusiastically, a smile splitting her face. Remembering her at the gym in those tight bright lycras she wore sends blood rushing through my veins and accumulating in one certain area I’m trying to ignore. “We should get Henry to come too.”
That halts my wayward thoughts.
“Yeah, good idea,” I mutter, and shuffle some of the papers on the table. Does she want him there because she wants to spend more time with him? Or is she just being friendly? I was planning to ask him anyway, because if any of these plans buzzing through my head come to anything, I’m going to need him well versed in his military training once more.
“I actually spent most of the afternoon yesterday with him.” She fidgets in her chair as she tells me, which concerns me more. “We talked. He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah.” I can’t help the pang of jealousy stabbing through me. “He is.”
I’ve been noticing their budding friendship, but I didn’t realise they were spending hours together without me around.She’s currently sleeping with you, you idiot. Get over yourself.
“Why didn’t you tell me he’s…” She pauses to check we are alone, although whispers the next bit anyway, “L C Blackwood?” Her eyes are alight with excitement.
Ah. He finally told her. Does that mean he likes her too?
“And he’s letting me read the sequel as he’s writing it.” She leans in to tell me, washing me in her scent.
I give her a smile and lean back in my chair, putting some distance between us again. The beastin me coils with impatience, demanding I take more action in making her mine. My fangs ache to be let down.
“It’s not my secret to tell, and he’s very secretive about it. I wish I’d been there when you found out. I remember it's your favourite book.”
“I can’t believe it. Not only does he write some of the most progressive academic papers but he is such a talented fiction writer too.” Her smile is radiant as she gushes about him. My stomach is practically eating itself with the knots forming inside it.
“Yeah, he’s a great writer. And a great friend.” That last bit was more for myself than her.
“What are you looking at anyway?” Red asks, nodding to the papers stacked under my hand.
“Not much, stuff Theodora thought I might find interesting.” I shrug and move the papers slightly further from her gaze. After finding out my best friend is her favourite author, this isn’t going to be exciting. I’m not even sure it’s anything yet.
“And is it?” Always inquisitive, she doesn’t let it drop. I think for a second before answering, torn on whether I should share the theory Theodora voiced to me as she handed me several boxes of notes and correspondences.
“It’s just some old papers, some pack agreements from before the war.”
“Oooo, that is interesting. Can I see?” Why did she have to be a historian? Of course, she’d want to look.
I slowly move the pile towards her and she scans the first few pages, her face scrunching and pinching as she works out the details on the pages. It’s adorable.
“Wait, Ty, is this stuff from your parents’ pack?” Her eyes shoot up to mine, shock on her face. “It’s referencing the Froan Bay vampires, that was your parents, right?”
