Dealing With Him

IV

I jumped up from my slumber and looked around. The room looked nothing like mine; the navy blue blankets were silk and the walls were a deep blue. A giant television stood in front of the bed on a dresser and a couple of feet away from the furniture was a couch and armchair and glass coffee table.

My phone began to buzz and I jumped ever so slightly, reaching for it. I answered it with a yawn.

"Where have you been!?" Brianna yelled and I groaned.

"Out and about," I mumbled and she giggled.

"Did you go home with someone or..."

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know. I'm going to find some stuff out and get back to you soon, 'kay?"

Brianna sighed and mumbled, "Okay."

I hung up and stood up, massaging my head. I could smell something vile and I smelled myself, nearly throwing up at the stench stuck to my clothing and body. I decided to borrow a shirt and looked around the room. I spotted a door and opened it to reveal a beautiful washroom with a Jacuzzi bathtub, and glass-door shower across from each other.

Very white.

I had a quick shower, brushed my teeth after checking for a box full of new ones I could use, and got dressed, tying my hair in a bun. Slowly, I made my way through the stranger's house. I looked at paintings on the walls and admired antique-like creations before sliding down the stairs.

When I reached the bottom, I was greeted with a grey-wall living room with black sofas and armchairs. A sixty-inch flat screen television stood up against the wall under a fireplace where the fire crackled. I looked around more and realized a chandelier hung above me, shining brightly.

It was exquisite.

"You're awake," a deep voice spoke and I turned around to meet the golden eyes of Dylan Spears.

"It's about time," he added, "it's nearly two in the afternoon."

He handed me an aspirin and some water while saying, "Here."

I mumbled, "Thank you," and took my phone out. I looked down at it to check what time it was. It read 1:53p.m. Putting my water down, I looked around the room before my eyes were fixed on Dylan's again. They cast down at my body and darkened as they took in my appearance. I don't know if he meant to do this or not, but he let out a low growl, and in seconds I was pressed against the wall. My hands were pinned above my head with one of his hands while the other was gripping onto my jaw firmly but gently.

"Are you trying to tease me or something?" He asked me hoarsely, biting his lip as he looked me up and down again. "Because if you are -- it's working well."

I looked down at myself. I raised my head and stared back at Dylan.

It's just a shirt... dang man.

"I had nothing else to wear," I told him quietly.

Dylan stared at me for a moment and I stared right back. Nothing was more tempting than what he was tempting me to do at this very moment. I don't know if it was because he was my mate or because of how close but I felt the need to want to do it.

I just didn't know if I would regret it or not.

Dylan's eyes flickered down to my pink lips and he licked his lower one, biting it right after. He began to lean in and I didn't turn my face away as his lips connected with mine in a slow kiss. Slowly, Dylan released my wrists and held one of my cheeks with one hand while the other went to the small of my back, pushing us closer together. My arms slowly went around Dylan's neck and I got on my toes so I could reach his height easier. In the progress, a soft moan escaped my lips as I rubbed against Dylan's hard-on.

It felt so perfect; our lips moulding into one another, our calm breathing and steady pace as we took in this kiss. It was as if I were kissed by an angel -- his lips were so soft.

Dylan's hand went down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze, being rewarded with a moan from myself. He pulled away, panting heavily before either of us tried to deepen the kiss. I bit my lip and realized it was swollen, making my fingers immediately go to them.

They felt like they were on fire -- a pleasuring burning sensation going through my body from where Dylan touched me. However, that burning feeling turned into a painful burn and travelled through my entire body, making me crumple to the ground almost immediately, screaming in pain as it felt like my body was thrown into a pit of fire.

"Aria!" Dylan exclaimed and picked me up, carrying me to the couch.

Everywhere he touched felt like it was making it better and I pulled Dylan on top of me, whimpering in pain as the burning only decreased by so much.

"I need a bath full of cold water," I whined out. "Please."

Dylan frowned but nodded nonetheless, getting up and going up the stairs every two steps. I felt the firey sensation return and I let out another scream, arching my back like the couch was made of lava. My blood felt like it was boiling, my heart pounding rapidly as I moved my head back and forth with a force that made me lightheaded.

I had never experienced anything like this. Was something wrong with me? Was I sick? I had so many questions. I had felt slight burning tingles since yesterday when I first turned eighteen but it only lasted for a couple seconds before going away. But now, it felt like I was going to die if I didn't get in something cold immediately.

"Hey, love," Dylan's voice rang in my ears. "The tub's running."

I whined out and he picked me up again, carrying me to the washroom. He set me on the toilet and began walking out.

"Just tell me when you're finished," he told me and closed the door behind him.

I looked back at the water. It looked so cold and ready for me to jump in, so I immediately stripped down until I was bare and stepped into the jacuzzi tub. My muscles immediately relaxed and I sighed as the burning slowly went away, sitting in the jacuzzi with my eyes closed. I could feel the bubbles against my neck and I flinched, blowing them away before closing my eyes once again.

It felt like I only closed my eyes for a second, however, when I opened them, Dylan was on the toilet while watching me with concern. When he saw that my eyes were open and I wasn't a painful mess, I could see his shoulders relax.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me and handed me a towel.

I stood up, my back facing him, and put the towel around my body. When I turned back to Dylan, I saw him unplugging the tub.

"Better than before," I answered honestly and caught the hoodie that he tossed to me.

"That's good," he sighed out with relief. "I called Owen and his mate. They'll be over in about ten minutes. Hopefully, they will know what's going on with you."

I frowned. It was as if it were a bad thing when he said it. I know he didn't mean it that but it still offended me.

Dylan turned to look at me and when he walked forward, I stood still. He knew it meant I was fine with him getting closer and he walked towards me until his arms were around my waist and his head on mine.

The doorbell rang and a loud slamming sound was heard, making me flinch.

"WHERE ARE YOU, ARIA!?" Brianna screamed and I heard her thumping up the stairs.

I walked into the washroom and changed into Dylan's hoodie before coming out and adjusting it. Brianna was sitting on the couch in Dylan's room and dragged me to sit beside her. Owen and Dylan could be heard having an intense conversation but I ignored them.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked and Brianna snorted.

"Nothing bad," she answered and I sighed with relief. "You're going in your heat."

I stopped my sighing.

"My what?"

"Heat," Brianna repeated. "All female werewolves go through it when they haven't finished the mating bond with their mate. It happens every six months."

I nodded my head slowly.

"And why does it feel like I die of heat every second?" I asked, wanting to know more about the heat.

I learned it while I was in school, however, I also forget half of the things I learned in high school.

"It's just your wolf needing to be marked. It'll go on at least every two to three months until so."

"Does it go on even after you completed the mating bond?"

Brianna shrugged.

"I wouldn't think so," she replied honestly, "I just finished the mating bond with Owen two months ago when I was in my second heat. I still have four months to figure that question out for you. It's different with all females so we never know the exact answer; some still get it and some don't."

I nodded.

"So, I'm not dying?"

Brianna laughed, "No, you i***t. You should have paid attention in school more."

I shrugged.

Suddenly, the door opened and Owen and Dylan came in. Owen looked like he was going to laugh and Dylan had his arms crossed, pouting like a child. Both Brianna and I shared glances.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

Owen shrugged.

"You'll be staying at our place until you're heat is finished."

"Which is...?"

"Two weeks," Brianna answered.

"Then why is Dylan trying his hardest not to cry?" I asked.

Dylan glared at me and I chuckled before turning back to Owen and Brianna. The two of them were having a conversation with their eyes and it took me roughly five minutes to get Brianna to pay attention.

"Why is Dylan mad?" Owen repeated and looked back at his best friend before chuckling.

Brianna nodded her head and I joined in.

"Because he's not going to go anywhere near you for the next two weeks," Owen told us. "Because even though females have heats, men feel extremely attracted to their mate and will do whatever it takes to give them the pleasure they desire. That means--"

"This is going to be fourteen days of hell."