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“Harper, did you tell her what you are?” Harper replied in the negative. “Her eyes, how did her eyes…How did she know?” Samantha looked between the two men, who marveled at her. It dawned on her and she covered her mouth, eyes wide. She wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear until the end of the century. “Samantha, how did you do that?”
She smacked her head on the wall behind her, and then stood quickly. Her thoughts ran around so quickly that she didn’t realize she was vocalizing them. She was terrified of what would happen to her this time “I’m so f-in stupid. Why the hell can’t I keep my trap shut? Stupid, stupid, bitch.” She stormed away, still vocalizing things she tried to keep inside. The anger she felt at herself for her idiocy was enough that she didn’t care. She bit her tongue and it accelerated to cussing along with own self deprivations.
Without being told, William went to the computer to try and find out how she could have done that. Harper starred at the doorway she had passed through with unease. He needed to find out how she had done that, but somehow, he didn’t think it was going to be and easy task. She didn’t seem to think to highly of him at the moment Not to say this wasn’t reasonable, he had technically kidnapped her.
“Sexy, open the door.” Harper demanded and she muttered something he guessed to be an insult. Her voice was muffled by something. He sighed, juggled both plates onto one arm and opened the door. He looked around the empty room, disoriented. “Where are you, Samantha?” the bed skirt moved and Harper raised a brow. He placed the food on the dresser, and then dropped to his chest. Lavender filled his nose and confirmed his suspicions. Just in case, he took out his gun and used it to lift the cloth.
A short, ear piercing scream escaped the bed and he recoiled. Hands over his ears, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his ears weren’t bleeding. “What the hell are you doing under the bed?” Harper asked harshly, before lifting it. She looked up, with large scared eyes as he motioned for her to get out. She obeyed and he dropped it. Harper lit the six candles in the room to see her eyes were red and puffy. Her face was still streaked with salt from her tears.
He could smell the salt water on her skin from her tears. “What do you want? I don’t know how I do it. Only mama knew and she took that to her grave. Just leave me alone. There’s no scientific explanation. I’m just a freak.”
“No. you’re not a freak, Samantha. You just don’t know where you belong. Why were you under the bed?” Harper asked, voice softer. She turned her back to him in response.
“Go away and let me be.” She sat on the bed, back to him, hating herself. Why wouldn’t just let her be miserable in peace? Even as she was trying to wallow in self pity, she felt self-conscious. She ran her hands through her disheveled hair as she took heavy breaths. It was him, his fault. She never cared what she looked like, until now. It was this place that had brought it out. Damn it, she had almost been under control. Some kind of powerful magic seeped from even the walls. She had been able to ignore it, but since her attack, she could feel it.
The power that poured off this house, off the man in her room surrounded and slightly overwhelmed her. She felt him walk over, even though she didn’t hear it. His power was enough that she didn’t need to see him to know where he was. She opened her eyes when he held out the plate of lasagna. “Eat.” She turned away and he sighed, sitting next to her. Sam refused to look at him, or let him see her cry.
He cut a slice of the lasagna and held it in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something, but he slid the lasagna in quickly. Wordlessly, she chewed and glared at him. Tears fell off her cheek and chin as she ate. He wanted to help her, but didn’t know how.
He reached over and wiped away her tears. She pushed away his hand and turned away, ashamed of her weakness. He knew because he had seen that look in his own eyes. “Eat up.” Harper said and Samantha didn’t respond. He sighed and turned her face to his. He starred into her beautiful eyes and this close, they weren’t green, they were hazel, a beautiful combination of honey and forest green. “Eat up or I’ll be forced to feed you.” He warned and she didn’t listen. She locked her jaw tightly and was silent.
Biting his tongue and cursing her stubbornness, he pinched her. Her only reaction was to tighten her jaw. He continued to apply pressure and her jaw only tightened until…”Ouch! That-” He slipped the food into her mouth and her lips closed over his fingers. He smirked and she pushed away his hand. Without a word, she snatched the plate and finished her lasagna. He finished his and she shoved her plate at him.
“Now, leave me alone.” She stormed out of the room and made her way to the kitchen. She opened the freezer and stared at the impressive display of flavors. Gentle warmth slid into the room, and it felt unsure. She knew that feeling as well as he did. “Hi, William.”
“Hey, Samantha. Listen, it’s about Harper.”
“Do you like the Dutch chocolate or the Double chocolate chip cookie dough?”
“Cookie dough. Seriously, let me talk to you for a moment.” Sam looked up at the boy’s nervous brown eyes and sighed. She closed the fridge and leaned on it. “First off, call me Will. Secondly, you do know he’s trying, don’t you, Samantha? He’s an ass, I know it, but once he thaws out some, he’ll be better. He’s only trying to do the right thing.”
“He kidnapped me.”
“He warned you before he put you under. He would have just put anyone else straight under. Hell, he puts me under. He’s really trying. One question; did you and he um…”
“No, didn’t I tell you to search for something, William?” Harper said and Will looked up. Harper raised an eyebrow and Will took off as Sam glared. She walked away and Harper followed her into the hallway. He sighed as he grabbed her arm, stopping her in the hallway. She turned and looked at him, silently. “What is you’re problem?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I was attacked, and then my savior kidnaps me, and holds me hostage. I can’t get out because the locks are biometrics and did I forget he knows I’m a freak? On top of this, he won’t leave me alone!” Harper covered her mouth and stood close to her. She placed the ice cream on the nearby table and tried to move his hand. He took herby the waist and pressed her against the all. She stopped struggling, remembering how he had thrown that man. She could feel his power cascading over her skin, soothing away her irritation.
“Why do you talk so much?”
“It’s one of my less physical ways of letting off steam. You-” He covered her mouth and she glared at him. He took another step forward and she felt slight with him so close to her. He was powerful, in more ways than the physical, and she was just a human. Then, she thought the only thought she had ever truly despised. She was just a girl and he was a true, perfect example of a man.
“I find you rather irritating, Samantha” He said, as his silver-grey eyes glared back at her. His hands moved to rest on the wall on either side of her head. She was silent as he closed the remaining space between them. His chest grazed against hers and she gasped. It only served to force their chests closer as her gaze strayed from his eyes. Her gaze strayed to his lips, remembering what they felt like, what they tasted like. Her body begged for his touch and she loathed him for it.
“I loath you.”
“That’s convenient. I loath you as well.” He returned the lie, knowing better. She didn’t truly loath him and he did not loath her. She pressed his buttons and irritated him, but he did not loath her. He felt the heat of her body against his and had to fight no to let her see him react. It was new in a way women had not been new to him for a long time. He wondered what those defiant hazel eyes would look like filled with passion, how those full lips would look, calling his name hungrily.
He kissed her deeply and cupped her cheek. The heat of her body intensified at the simple touch as she pushed on his chest. He would not allow her to deny them both this pleasure. He persevered and she fisted her hand in his shirt. Her second hand slid up his back and fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. His hand found her hip and slid up to her exposed waist. He pressed her into the wall and his head reeled. In that moment, in that kiss, there was only her.
She gave up to him and felt him come alive in her arms. She felt his attraction on her leg and took after him passionately. She was insane. She should be trying to find a way to leave the man who had kidnapped her. She should be running away from his warm, tempting touch. Yet, here she was, making out with him. She had given in to his charm and her desires. His body pressed into hers and she clung to him, hungrily. His kisses strayed to her jaw, then to her ear. His tongue flicked over her ear and she bit her lip. He tugged at it gently with his teeth and she sighed.
She whimpered when he squeezed her ass. Her hands slid under his shirt as her mind clouded over. Hot, hard muscle moved under her hands as she gave up any pretense of self control. Despite everything, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him on top her again, this time, with her flesh against his. She wanted to touch and claim and every inch of him. She wanted to feel him inside her. Harper pulled their bodies together as if they could become one. She made no attempt to stop him as she gasped for air, half breathless as his hand slid up to cup her breast. A second hand slid down her thigh and slid under her skirt. She wanted him with a new, burning desire.
This was passion. They both realized it at the same time, looking into each other’s eyes. It was walking through the flames to get to each other, simply for the feel of one another. It was the burning need in each other’s eyes. This was why wolves howled at the moon. Two minds and bodies with one goal was passion and it was here they stood, at the edge of an uncharted ocean they would explore together.
His hand slid up the inside of her leg as he kissed the curve of her neck. Her pulse raced below his lips and his thin rope of control began to fray. Fangs grew from his canines and grazed over her vein. She gasped, afraid and excited. She barred the curve of her neck and he growled. She knew not what she asked of him He nibbled at the soft flesh of her neck and she sighed. Her eyes opened slowly and he was slightly irritated. This was going to displease him, he knew it.
He kept teasing, stalling her. Her body was hot and hungry for him. “Harper.” She sighed out the word and he shook his head. He didn’t want to hear whatever would spoil this for him. She held onto him, hands on his neck, and sighed out, “Harper.”
“Will.” She said, finally and Harper growled. He had a few choice words for William at the moment. All he wanted right now was in his arms and he couldn’t have it. He looked down at her, still imagining, still hoping for what they both wanted. His hand strayed from her bosom to her neck, rubbing it gently. She was so soft, so sweet. She shook her head, eyes remorseful, and he rolled his eyes. He smacked the wall behind her and she jumped. Sheet rock fell on her clothes and his eyes strayed there.
For a moment, he looked honestly remorseful. He wiped it away, and then turned for the living room. She picked up her ice cream and bit her lip. He motioned for her to follow and, for the first time, without objection, she followed. She sat in a small arm chair, not too far from the couch where Harper sat and said nothing for as long as she could. Every time she closed her eyes for even a moment, she could feel him. She could feel the heat that still raged through his body. When it was too tempting to stay any longer, she got up.
“Where are you going?” Harper asked and she raised a brow, silently. Why was she attracted to him, again? She looked into those silver eyes and a silent shiver went down her spine. Oh, yea. She turned away and went upstairs, leaving the ice cream on the table by the chair. She ran a bath and stepped to the shower. Once she was clean, she sat in the bath. Six candles surrounded the tub and she waved her hand at them. They lit and she sighed. If her powers were going to flare, they may as well be useful in someway.
She closed her eyes and could feel the power in the house. Harper’s power had seeped into the very foundation of the house, so that she felt him most powerfully. Will was working very intently, but Harper was till in the living room. The knight was still working out his demons. He seemed to be having a lot of trouble containing himself. He stood and she knew his intention. She climbed out of the tub, waving her hand. Candles blew out and the drain unplugged. A towel wrapped itself around her body as she raced him. He turned down the hall and she wiped herself down. Mostly dry, she searched through the drawers for clothes. She threw on the robe and made her way to the door. “Harper!” Will called and she had never been so relieved. William ran up the steps and spoke in hushed tones to Harper, as she opened her door.
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BloodWings ~~ Chapter 4
