The Mile High Club.
1444 Words
The caress of fingers against her cheek coaxed Sophie out of sleep's embrace.
She had not meant to fall asleep, who did on their first time in a private jet, but last night had been rough, and her body quickly succumbed to exhaustion soon after they had taken off.
She blinked tired eyes up at Nicholas who stood above her, staring down at her with an intensity in his blue eyes that commanded her body to fall still.
Meeting her wide-awake eyes, he snapped out of his trance and took his warm fingers away from her cheek.
"We have landed in Hill End," he informed her, pointedly refusing to address him staring at her while she slept. "However, there is an issue."
They were surrounded by assassins, was the first thought that popped up in her head.
But she immediately dismissed it because it sounded too bizarre to be impossible. Then she remembered the men who had attacked her and landed her in a sham marriage with Nicholas and immediately grew worried.
"What is it?"
Nicholas did not respond as he turned to his seat to rifle through the clothes that were piled up on it.
"Meanie," she muttered, as she untucked herself from the fluffy blanket that had been draped over her some time while she was sleeping.
"If I'm a meanie now I wonder what you will think of me when I have you teary-eyed and begging." He thought out loud with a soft chuckle.
Sophie's eyes grew wider, her lips parting as she repeated his words over and over again until a very ugly meaning formed.
Her image of Nicholas, as bad as it had been, morphed into something darker and she was caught between disgust and fear for herself, a battle that reflected on her pinched face.
"Put these on." Nicholas spun around to face her, holding out a bundle of clothes.
Slowly, as if his hand would transform into a serpent and attack, she reached out and took the clothes from him.
Her actions earned her a confused sweep of his eyes over her guarded stance.
"I wish you would have told me you were one of those 'DD' advocates before I agreed to this." She lamented, suddenly feeling older than her years.
It wasn't uncommon, especially among werewolf-human pairs, but Sophie had assumed he wouldn't be as old-fashioned.
"DD?" He repeated with a furrow of his brows.
She answered, softly. "Domestic Discipline."
Blue eyes widened with sudden realization of how his words had come across to her.
He shook his head in denial, discomfort briefly flashing over his features.
"I meant that s*xually, Sophie."
...teary-eyed and begging...
Sophie flushed with horror and shyness.
"I... you... You want us to..." The redhead stuttered, unable to say the word.
She was no blushing virgin, but having been with only one man all her life made her a bit shy about that sort of thing. Especially a man like Stephen, who liked to stick to the very basics of s*x.
Shaky laughter spilled from her lips.
"There's no way in hell we're..."
"We will be married. And if I recall correctly, s*x needs to happen to make hei... babies." His smirk was soft, eyes swimming with delight as her cheeks grew even redder.
"Plus, you're attracted to me." His smirk morphing into a cocky grin.
"Me? Attracted to you?" She scoffed but her eyes were too wide, her free hand holding the clothes to her chest like it was a shield protecting her.
"If anyone's attracted to the other, it's you to me after that... that... assault in the kitchen!"
"You seemed to like me assaulting you." He recalled with a quirk of his brow.
The warmth in her cheeks grew sizzling, and she found herself forgetting her rant about how he had been the one slobbering over her not too long ago.
She huffed and turned around, unable to face him and his stupid cocky face.
Looking for what to distract herself with (so she wouldn't have to admit defeat) Sophie began inspecting the clothes he had given her.
A soft white shirt with a blue skirt, black pantyhose, and a small blue scarf were the pieces of the ensemble. It quickly dawned on her that it was the same clothes the friendly flight attendant who welcomed them had on.
Piecing together the conversations they just had and the way Nicholas had been touching her when she woke up, her mind conjured up an image so disgusting she shuddered (in disgust, of course, not a sudden interest in joining the Mile High club with him).
She turned back to the wolf with a scathing insult on the tip of her tongue, the uniform raised to be tossed in his face and froze when she was met face-to-face with his naked back.
He was muscular under all that fabric, more than she had thought the pampered son of an Alpha would be.
The ripple of the muscles in his back as he fiddled with his belt had her mouth going dry and made the distance between them feel so much smaller.
Nicholas turned slowly, and when his face came into view, he had a smug grin, reminding Sophie of the douche the attractive back was attached to.
"Don't just stand there gawking, Sophonisba. Change."
She shook her head. "I'm not having s*x with you, Blumenthal. Not now, not ever, and not on a damn plane!"
She wasn't some lovestruck fool who would hike up her skirt at a flash of his smile, as pretty as it could sometimes be.
The sooner he learned it, the better.
"I never asked you to," he said with a sigh as if he had grown bored of her and the conversation.
He turned around to tug on a new dress shirt, similar to the previous one he had on before continuing.
"Over a dozen reporters are waiting down on the tarmac to put us on the front covers of their gossip rags. Alpha Godfrey exalts privacy and secrecy in all things, and if we want to prove our 'love' is not just for show, we have to embody that philosophy by being as discreet in our personal life as my position allows."
He turned to face Sophie, his yet-to-be-done buttons giving her a clear view of every muscle his impressive torso had to offer.
"Photos of us trying to blend in with the crew are better than ones of us waving to the vultures. Hence the pilot," he waved at himself, half dressed as he was, then at her, "and flight attendant get-ups."
The warmth in Sophie's cheeks cooled and she suddenly felt stupid for falling for what she realised had been a joke to him.
Of course, he didn't want to have s*x with her outside of baby-making purposes.
She wouldn't even be there with him in the first place if she hadn't snuck into his room and landed herself in the middle of his mess.
Chastised, she nodded in understanding and turned her back to him to start getting dressed, too.
Her top came off easily, but her hands lingered on the button of her jeans for a few seconds before she finally popped it open and shimmied them down her long legs.
Dressed in nothing but her panties and bra, Sophie was very aware she was half-naked in the same room as another man when the only man who had ever seen her naked before was Stephen, the last time being a few nights before he dumped her.
The remainder of the man who had been her first- and once upon never, her last, made her curious.
She wondered what Nicholas would think about her body.
Would he see the same beauty Stephen had once seen before he lost his sight. Or would a lifetime of being surrounded by the perfect she-wolves Stephen had left her for make her body look drab and homely in comparison?
Probably the latter, she decided, her usually self-confident and uncaring spirit worn down by her breakup.
Still, she stole a peek at him, her mind knowing a loveless union like theirs could never have that kind of passion, but her heart wanting to be Aphrodite in a man's eyes.
Brown eyes slowly trailed up his side, over planes of dark pants and valleys of muscles until they got to his head, where she expected to see the back of his fair head.
She froze when she met the face and her heart did a flip when her eyes made contact with glowing blues that stared back with the piercing gaze of a creature sizing up prey.
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