Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I don’t know how much time we spend in shock. But our eyes widen and our lips are connected but not moving. We just freeze.

It takes some seconds before Nathan begins to move his lips on mine and when he starts, his eyes closes slowly. I am still frozen, my eyes are still open, looking at his closed ones. Just as if he senses this, he bites on my lower lip, tucking it forward and I groan at the sensation it brings and my lips starts moving on his…slowly.

Closing my eyes, the sound of the human gasping for air harshly on the ground, seizes and I can hear my own blood rushing through my ears. Raw power, I feel it. I also feel the bond come alive, twirling itself like strings and bringing us indescribable desire.

It’s nagging me, wrapping itself like a warm blanket around me and I like it. I don’t realize that we have moved until my back is against something hard. A wall. My hand finds his hair and I tug it back, making him hiss with how hardly I pull, his lips pulls away from mine in the process and even with my eyes closed I can feel his burning gaze on me.

I open my eyes in the same moment he tucks his head to my neck and when his lips connects with my skin, I groan out immediately. His lips trails up and down my neck and he makes a satisfied grunt when I pull his head closer.

It doesn’t take long for him to place his lips back on mine and they become more fierce than they first were. He swallows my groans and moans, never letting anything escape my lips. Not even sounds.

Suddenly, I want his clothes off and he bites my lip, almost like if he knows my thoughts. My hands lands on his chest and before I can do anything, a voice rings in the air.

“Please don’t- please don’t do that in front of me. Watching you both make out have been sweet and all but I am not ready to watch you both have sex.” I ignore the voice and move closer to Nathan again, trying to kiss him. He turns away and my lips lands on his cheek instead.

He pulls away from me and the raw power, the electricity and sparks all disappears. He makes sure that there’s a lot of space between us and for that I just want to hit something hard on his head. Yeah, I’m out of the sexual haze much more faster than I thought.

Summer is standing on the same spot she once was with her eyes on Nathan. Assessing him. I wonder why she is staring at him like tha…oh, then it comes back to me.

He is a god. He is a freaking god and I am his mate.

I shake my head. “This is impossible.”

In the midst of all the shaking and blizzard thoughts in my head, something stirs in my mind and I pale. Oh gosh. I just took her out a few minutes ago and now, she’s back?

His eyes snaps to me immediately when the words fully leaves my lips and what I see almost scares me. There’s so much fury in his eyes. It’s so intense that I am tempted to look away.

In a way, he reminds me of male wolves. They are very possessive, especially when their mates doesn’t accept the bond. But he is not a wolf, he is a god! I keep chanting in my head to stay calm, to reason this all out. To hear his own side of the story but my head is so on another cloud right now.

Summer walks away, muttering something about going back to her training, I am not sure. My mind is not anywhere near her.

When Nathan sees that we are alone, he stalks closer to me, eating the space he once made in a few several steps. His eyes are back to their normal dark colour, but his attitude is not the same. He has that air attached to him that screams dangerous. And surprisingly, I find it attractive.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I am the first to speak. The silence was almost slicing into my heart, I had to break it.

He cocks his head to the side and smiles. Not his usual teasing, knowing or cocky smile. This one is different, much more different. “If I did tell you, what would you have done. Rejected me?” His eyes actually darken at the mention of that. “Would you have rejected me?”

I don’t sense any wolf in him but his traits, the way he acts towards my words and simple possibilities confuses me. He is not a wolf, then why does he show the attributes of one.

“What are you the god of, Nathan?”

His eyes narrows. “You didn’t answer my question. Ladies first, remember.”

“Nah, you owe me many answers, Nathan. Answer all of mine then I will answer one of yours.” I shrug. He doesn’t look happy about it. Honestly, he doesn’t show how he feels about it.

“That’s stupid. I am not agreeing to that. You should answer mine first.” I can’t believe that we’re arguing on who will answer first.

“So I am stupid now? That’s what you’re saying. Damn you, Nathan.” I glare at him. He seems immune to my deadly daggers though. He knows what I am trying to do, avoid his question, make him forget his and actually answer mine.

“Why didn’ts you tell me?” My voice comes out as a breathless whisper as I move closer to him.

“You sleep with other males. Why am I not surprised to know that. How many were they and what are their names?”

Unbelievable. I try not to succumb to the urge to slap his head upside down. He is a god, I don’t know his powers and right now, I don’t want to get killed by him.

“Stop answering my questions with more questions!” I stomp on my foot, the annoyance I am feeling making me forget a bit of what I am going to ask and then he smirks. The tightness in his eyes pulls back and his frown turns to a smirk.

I don’t know what is happening here. I don’t know what has been happening since the kiss. I think he did something to me, something that’s not good. And that something stirs in my head again.

‘I wonder what that something is.’

Surprise is an understatement for me when I hear the voice of my wolf in my head again and my eyes snaps to Nathan. “I will reject you if you don’t tell me what’s going on. Who are you. I-Is this some kind of joke to you, am I a joke. Are you really my mate?”

He doesn’t seem fazed by this. It’s almost like he knows that I am bluffing. Well, why wouldn’t he. He is is god.

I groan, covering my face with my palms. My emotions are all over the place that I can’t even think straight. “I need to get out of here. Away from you.”

I try to walk away but an arm holds me back and tugs me to a hard solid body. When I look up, I am staring at his dark eyes which is looking down at me like he wants to devour me. I tilt my head in wonder.

“Are you the god of the wolves?”

That would be crazy. The wolves have a king, so having a god will be a little too much, right?

He doesn’t answer and this fuels a hidden anger within me. My face turns in a deep scowl and I pull my arm away from his grasp and surprisingly, he releases me, letting me go free. Letting me run from him and I don’t look back.

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I haven’t been to the castle for a day and he hasn’t come looking for me. I scoff at myself. Why would he, I am just a pawn, I guess. This could just be some sick game that him and his other godly friends are involved in and I am somehow destined to be the toy they use.

Does my uncle or aunt even know about this? I I have a strong feeling that they do.

‘Yeah, me too.’

I want to scoff again when I hear my wolf voice in my head. “What do you want?”

‘Oh, now you’re talking to me, you baboon! You allowed them to drag me to the back of your mind, over that thick stupid wall. Why would you do that? Huh? I guess it’s my fault, I should have established my control on you the minute I came into your life!’

I don’t bat an eye at her long speech. “What do you want, wolf. Don’t you see that I am resting.”

I lay my back on the huge tree behind me. I went back to my spot, the spot that Nathan and I met; mostly because I wanted him to come looking for me and if he does, it will be here he will search first but he doesn’t.

My blood is boiling for answers and if he doesn’t give me, I think that I am going to bang his head into this tree behind me. Who does he think he is-

‘Erm, he is a god. A very hot one.’

He can’t just play with me as his toy. He can’t just ignore my pending questions. Urgh, I wish he was here for me to crush him.

I spend a few more hours in the forest before I decide that it’s time to go back and when I do go back, it’s up to my room, I see bags. A lot of bags. My aunt is packing them out of my room, hurling it and dumping it in piles. They are bags flying everywhere in the room, all trying to settle at one spot.

“Damn it, go faster. I don’t have anytime to waste. She can be back any minute.” Her back is facing me as she pushes in some stuffs into another bag, an empty one and zips it up, letting it go to fly up with the other. Just so you know, I don’t know who she is talking to.

“And who might that be?” I rock on my feet, trying to look as innocent as I can as I watch the begs flying around. Her body tenses up and slowly, very slowly, she turns to me, her eyes wide in surprise.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Sometimes, my aunt reminds me of a teenager, a human teenager. “I thought you won’t be back before midnight.”

“It’s already midnight.” I tip my chin to the window and her eyes follow it to stare at the sky filled with stars. “What are you doing anyway. Are we going on a vacation, a trip of some kind?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it back. It happens a few time before she talks. “Yes, something like that. Nathan decided that it’s time for you to move in with him.”

“For me to move in with him.” I repeat her words like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “Why does he want me to move in with him. I don’t even know him, I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know anyone that knows him. In general, I don’t know anything about him. For all I know, he could be luring me to my death.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Stop been dramatic. He won’t kill you. You’re his mate, that’s actually a big thing you know.”

Yeah, because I am his mate.

‘We are his mate.’ My wolf corrects and I ignore her.

“Yes, I know that.” I stop her when she tries to push my clothes into another bag. “That’s why I want to know him first but he is been stupid, irritating and less talk, more questions.”

She tilts her head at me. “Is that a bad thing. I thought you liked guys who don’t talk a lot. Who asks questions more and have high sense of humor.”

I scoff. “I don’t really think that he has any form of that ‘sense of humor’.” I make quotation marks with my fingers as I speak. “He is just more of irritating and annoying.”

“I thought that you like those kind of guys too?” My aunt whines when I pull my clothes out of her hands and keep it as far away from her as possible.

“Then you don’t know me that well, aunty. I like guys who-” I shake my head and cut myself off. “Never mind. He is not the kind of guy I like and if he continues to keep things from me, I will castrate him.”

The air changes. It was calm and quiet before but now it’s fuzzy and magical. Meaning… that he is here. Damn it!

I feel his breath at the back of my neck and I shiver, not daring to look back.

“If I am castrated, how can we make little kids of our own, how will we practice.”

I feel his teeth tugging the lobe of my ear back and in the small moment of bliss my eyes closes and I lean back to him. At a point, I hear the sound of footsteps leaving the room but it is something that I ignore.

I feel his arms wrap around me and pull my back closer to his body and I don’t know when a whimper leaves my lips. His response is to bite on my ear hardlys.

“Do you like a man that flirt, because darling, I can be very bold when I am with you.” His breath on my ear makes me shiver more. “Very very bold.”

In the midst of the scene, I hear my wolf groan out in my head. ‘Just take me already. Take me!”

He lets out a small chuckle, making me wonder if he heard my wolf but when he doesn’t say anything, I throw the thought away. His lips that slowly moves to the curve of my neck does a lot of things to me.

“What do you want me to be then. How do you want me to be for you.”

I whimper again when he places several kisses on my neck and I turn my head, giving him more access.

“I can be a gentleman if I want. That is if you want that.”

My eyes snaps open and I immediately pull myself out of his grip. He looks smugly at me when I turn to him and wag my finger in his face.

“You irritating piece of poop. What the hell is wrong with you, one time you’re cold then the next you’re another thing all together.” I glare at him. “Don’t think that I have forgotten about my questions.”

He sighs, trailing his fingers into his hair and over his face. “Can we talk about this later… or not at all.”

My glare doesn’t decrease at all as I stand my ground and keep my eyes on him. “Then I will reject you.”

Silence.

“What?”

This time he doesn’t look mad, irritated or anything close to those two. He is calm, watching me like a hawk. Watching my movements.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I will reject you.” I say it loudly this time, waiting for a reaction from him. Just a tiny bit of emotion but I get nothing. Nothing in his dark eyes as he stares at me.

“You will reject me?” He takes a step forward like a predator and I don’t know why I take one backwards. There is no deadly aura coming from him. No signs screaming at me to run. I am puzzled why he still remains calm, even as he speaks.

I tip my chin up in false courage. “That’s what I said and I will-”

I gasp when he is suddenly in front of me, his eyes still calm and his arms around me, stopping me from falling back in shock.

He reaches out to trace my lips with one arm while the other still remains on my waist. His eyes watches the movement his finger makes and I watch his eyes. I still feel like there’s something interesting about it, something intense…

He tips his head slowly and places his lips on mine, moving immediately in a weird calm way. Even at that, my mind still blanks and I forget how to kiss, until he pinches my skin and I yelp. He uses this as an advantage to push his tongue inside my mouth.

I panic. I have never used tongue before but the way his tongue guards mine to follow his movements assures me and stops me from panicking.

His hand cups my face and he deepens the kiss, tilting my head to the angle he wants and I let him. I let his tongue explore my mouth and I let his hand pull my closer, so close that our chest are touching.

When he is satisfied with the kiss, he pulls away and stares down at me. His eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I see lust in his eyes, so much lust but just as I see it, it is gone. Making me wonder if it was really there.

I am trying to catch my breath and he knows this. His hand are still on me as he tips his head closer, not to kiss me but to place his forehead on mine.

“How do you feel about moving in with me.”

I don’t know what influences me, I doubt that it’s my wolf. It is his eyes that stares at me with so much intensity, so much lust. And my lips pulls apart, saying things that I think will doom me forever.

“I would love that.”

And he smiles.