The Lycan's Maid

Chapter 6

DJ’s POV

“Boarding pass?”

My stomach turned as I looked up at the woman asking for it.

Still time to turn around and run away, my petrified brain told me, but I squished that thought the second it popped up in my mind.

I wasn’t a coward, damnit!

Really?! My brain taunted me in a sarcastic and mocking tone. Then why didn’t you tell anyone you were coming?

And I knew why. That way, if I did decide to turn tail and run screaming out of the airport, they wouldn’t be even more disappointed in me. I still wasn’t all the way convinced that this was a good idea. No, I was actually one hundred percent sure that this was a terrible idea! I wasn’t ready to face the pack! I couldn’t look anyone in the eyes, knowing that they lost someone they loved thanks to me. And I couldn’t face my family, knowing what I put them through and what I’d done…

And worse yet?

The reason I’d dragged my ass to the airport wasn’t my desire to see my family. Not the only reason anyway. It was to escape that damned scent of He-who-shall-not-be-named! After my wailing and self-pity session was over, I’d gone to bed with a terrible headache and swollen eyes. And after hours of restlessly tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep--- only to dream of the sexy Russian. He sensually whispered my name before he licked and lapped every inch of my body, paying extra attention to my c**t. In my dream he sucked and nipped at the sensitive nub, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until---

I woke up with a scream as I came so hard, my body was shaking with the force of it. And as I slowly came down from the high, I cursed myself for even dreaming about it. His rejection hurt, damnit! My heart felt like someone was digging it out with a f*****g pitchfork and my wolf had gone completely AWOL. I could still shift – thank goddess! – but my wolf was completely gone. And as more tears had welled up in my eyes, I realized to my horror, that the apartment smelled even more of him now.

That’s when I decided that I needed to get away from there!

I dug my hand into my pocket ready to pull out my boarding pass--- only to realize that it wasn’t there!

“I…” I stuttered, fondling with my pockets, and then grabbed my purse, rummaging through it. For a split second, I panicked, not finding it anywhere.

“It was right---!”

And just like that, it was there! Just out of nowhere, it was in the pocket that I’d checked just a second ago and now it was. A huge sigh of relief hit me like a tidal wave and I quickly handed the woman the pass. She smiled understandingly and scanned the code. And then proceeded to say something in another language that I didn’t understand.

Sounded like Russian to my ears.

I just smiled and nodded back, no idea what I was agreeing to, and headed into the plane. The smiling attendant glanced at my paper and just as I more or less expected to be led deep into economy class, she instead smiled and stepped aside, opening a curtain for me and gesturing for me to go up some stairs. Surprised I tried to argue, but---

Perhaps this plane had their poor strapped to the roof?

And when the woman proceeded to say something else in Mandarin – or whatever – I just wanted to get away and hurried up the steps.

I double blinked.

This HAD to be a mistake!

Because this was clearly first class! Hell, the lounge looked like a hotel suite, with big comfortable-looking chairs and there was even a vine cabinet at the back! Bubbles and fancy-looking champagne glasses were placed at each seat and---

And I was out of there!

I turned to run, but unfortunately, another tall, intimidating man was already behind me and not so gently was pushing me further into the plane. And when I politely tried to inform him, that I was in the wrong place, his scowling, stone-faced expression had me cowering on the spot. I did a one-eighty and headed deeper into the plane.

Ok!

New plan!

Once they realized that they’d made a mistake, the stewardesses could come to get me and redirect me to the right seat.

Until then…

I took a quick glance at my ticket--- frowning because I could have sworn that the text was, doing something weird. But once I did a double-take, blinking to clear the cobwebs out of my brain, and everything was fine again. Shrugging I brushed it off as nerves and to my somewhat surprise, I realized that the seat that was supposed to be mine was empty.

Ok, I’ll wait here!

I sat down and realized that the tall imposing and scowling man who’d been behind me was sitting right on the other side of the ail from me. Luckily for me, as the plane filled up, the seat next to mine, remained empty.

Until…

The scent hit me like a ton of bricks and---

And OMG!

Was I wet?!

I couldn’t believe it. Just a little sniff at it had my stomach clenching and a pool of want hit my core like a tidal wave. As in I was so horny, I could even smell my own arousal!

SHIT!

“Excuse me?”

The man had a thick Russian accent. An accent that had been whispering sweet nothings to me all night and had me coming so hard, my p***y throbbed just thinking about it. Whipping my head up, I realized that--- yeah!

It was MY sexy Russian!

“You?!” I exclaimed before I could stop it. He looked down at me, with no surprise or anything. A slow, borderline cocky smile stretched across his lips and my blood thickened with desire. How could someone who so blatantly rejected me, still have this effect on me?!

“We meet again,” he said in a lazy, seductive tone that made me want to smack him. Or kiss him, I wasn’t entirely sure…

“Are you following me?” I snapped instead--- and flushed with embarrassment when he held up his boarding pass.

“Just trying to get to my seat,” he replied, moving closer and easily sliding his big frame into the seat next to mine. He was doing that thing again, where he felt mostly human, but just knowing was enough for me. Everything about him was so big and oozing so much raw energy and power, he filled the seat and space around it completely. His eyes on me felt like laser points, where one wrong move and he’d pounce on me; devouring me.

And honestly, I didn’t know if I would mind if he did…

“Not that I’m complaining,” he continued with a wry grin, and his crystal gaze seemed to be taking all of me in as if he was savoring a delicious meal.

“I-I---,” I began speaking, but paused as my mouth suddenly went dry. Swallowing hard, I tried to think of something to say, but everything I came up with was curses and demands. Like---

“Where the f**k did you go?”

And I said that out loud!

Of course…

Feeling red-hot humiliation and embarrassment color – not only my cheeks but my ears and chest as well – I mentally put a bullet in my head. And when he just replied by raising an eyebrow questionably, I just wanted to roll up in a ball and die!

“I-I---It not---! You don’t---I-I-I was just…!”

Why was I still talking?

Shut up girl, before he calls for a restraining order!

I muttered some lame apology and turned my head to face the window, hoping to at least pretend I’d left the conversation with some dignity in tack. But the second I did, I suddenly felt a small tug on my hair. Turning, I gaped as Ivan lazily curled my hair around his finger and inhaled my scent as if it were his oxygen. And I should be mad about that – I know I should! But instead, it had my stomach clenching and a small whimper of need trickled up my throat and would have escaped me if I didn’t bite my lips just then.

Son of a---!

“I’m glad I got to meet you again,” he said softly, his blazing eyes keeping me pinned in my seat. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

“If that’s true,” I snapped back. “You could have left your number before you stormed off that night.”

I hated how pitiful I sounded and yet, I couldn’t help it. When I realized that he’d left it felt like someone had ripped my heart out. Cut it out with a dull knife and stomped on it. Sure, I tried to tell myself that it was for the best, that I didn’t want a Beloved, and his leaving was better than me asking him to go so I didn’t have to answer questions I really didn’t have an answer for. But no matter what I told myself, it hurt so goddess damned much, I found myself crying myself to sleep most nights. I lost my appetite and most days I looked like a Walking Dead reject. Even my tip money had gone down, and I couldn’t even blame the customers. Ivan might be the one breathing me in as if he needed it more than air, but I needed him more than the blood in my veins!

“I did,” he replied calmly--- shocking the hell out of me. “I left you a message and my private number.”

“What?!”

I couldn’t help the loud shout of surprise and instantly clasped both of my hands over my mouth. Turning completely lobster-faced, I sank further into the seat, as some of the other passengers turned towards me and hotly sniffed at me. I only wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole, but Ivan just seemed to find the entire thing amusing as s**t…

“Judging by your expression,” Ivan chuckled lightly. “You didn’t get it.”

I looked up at him and--- and suddenly I realized that a strain in his tense expression disappeared and the hard lines on his face eased. He seemed more relaxed and almost relieved at the revelation. Almost as much as I was…

“There was no message,” I repeated, not daring to even hope, that he was telling the truth. Because if it was it meant that he DID want to see me again. That he wanted me and---

And hoping was dangerous…!

“I put it on the pillow next to yours,” he told me as a matter of fact.

“I-I-I---erm…,” I stuttered, as I remembered how I’d stumbled out of bed that morning because I thought he’d claimed me. So, ok… There might have been a change that I hadn’t seen if there had been a note. And since I wasn’t the biggest neat-freak on the block--- yeah, he might be telling the truth! Or he just saying whatever he thought I wanted to hear to have another go in the sheets with me…

“Erm--- N-no! No, I-I didn’t get it,” I settled for saying, and tried to pull away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with how close we were. And hated how my body and mind seemed to have polar opposite reactions to him. My mind was telling me to pull away and run a million miles in the other direction. But my body melted into a puddle of want every time those glacier blue eyes focused on me as if I was the only woman in the world for him. And how cold and almost sick I felt, trying to pull away from him.

I really, really needed to talk to Landon!

“Well, that’s a relief then,” he said, apparently unaffected by my retreat--- because he just moved closer and closed the distance again. “I thought you didn’t contact me because the s*x had been bad.”

I blushed furiously at that!

“N-no, you-you weren’t,” I spluttered--- hoping to the freaking goddess that nobody could hear us. “I-erm… I-I--- I just didn’t get your note.”

He gave me a wicked, lopsided grin, and finally, he let go of my hair. Then he proceeded by taking out his card and scribbling something on it before handing it to me. Surprised I realized that it was a phone number.

“Now you have no excuse,” he said and winked. Feeling heat rise up to my cheeks I awkwardly laughed, having no idea how to act right now. Sure, I might be the one who looked all confident and s**t, but deep down, I was just as awkward and unsure of myself as Landon.

I blamed it on having to share my oxygen with him for nine months…

“So,” Ivan suddenly mused, looking way too comfortable next to me. “Business or pleasure?”

I blinked.

Confused…

And then---

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach!

“This is your seat?!” I exclaimed, my mouth suddenly feeling my mouth go dry and my heart made an unexpected flip in my chest.

Dear goddess! Please, no…!

But he just flashed me that panty-dropping smile of his. And that’s when I knew…

This was going to be the longest flight in my life!

He raised his eyebrow again in that questioning way of his and I remembered that he’d asked me about something. And I mentally cursed my body and brain for having a meltdown every time he was in close proximity of me…

“Family,” I blurted, trying to compose myself and at least pretend I had some dignity. “Which falls into the third category: duty.”

“You consider your family a duty?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“If you had brothers like mine, you’d understand,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly and--- and then remembered that I wasn’t supposed to tell him anything and that I didn’t want him in my life…

I think…!

“Only brothers?” he asked and I nodded, desperately trying to find a distraction for him to get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to him. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” I sighed, giving up my mission and decided that the best way to make s*x-on-Leg shut up, was to make him as uncomfortable as he made me. “Why are you here? Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure,” he replied with a sensual smile, as he rolled the word off his lips in a way that made my heart skip a beat and p***y throb.

Oh, Goddess! Help me!

I had to squeeze my legs close, trying to ease the pulse beating there, and pray like hell, that he didn’t smell how aroused he made me. Because the way he said that, made me think about all the naughty and bold ways he could show me...

Pleasure…!

“Wh-wha--- Why did you leave? Was there a family emergency or something?” I managed to stutter instead, hoping to distract him – and myself – from what he was going to my body.

“Oh, the usual,” he replied and finally moved back a little. I was just about to sigh in relief, but then I realized that he was just making room for one of the stewardesses to hand us each a glass of champagne.

“One of my brothers tried to rile some of his supporters to have me overthrown, nothing he hasn’t tried before.”

He sighed as if it was something mildly annoying, he was talking about--- and not freaking murder!

“I warned him last time that if he did something like that again, I would kill him. So, I did.”

He handed me the champagne and clicked our glasses like this was totally normal. And he hadn’t just told me, that he spent last week killing off one of his brothers!

How--- not psycho at all!

“What?!” I gaped at him, but he just went on to thank the stewardess for the drinks and continued talking like it was no big deal…

“I had to take care of some of his supporters as well, but some of them left the country, so now---”

As if suddenly sensing that I was just sitting there, gaping at him, wide-eyed, he craned his head at me and gave me one of those sexy, shy smiles, that only someone as hot as him, could pull off.

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” he asked but made it sound like more of a statement.

“Do you by any chance live in Westeros?” I asked stunned and wondering what kind of Game of Thrones cosplay he was reciting.

“Just good old Russia,” he replied with a wink. “I just also happen to rule the clan of Lycans living there.”

Brain. Cannot. Compute!

“WHAT?!”

I wanted to shout it but it only came out as a high-pitched whisper. And looking all innocent as hell – like he didn’t just drop a bombshell of epic proportions on me – he laughed. A burst of deep sensual laughter that felt like a flick to my c**t…

“Hard of hearing, are we?” he said with a grin and reached out to put a lock of hair behind my ear. “I thought you at least had to get to my age before that happened.”

He was joking!

Seriously, he was joking! Right now! About the hearing thing. Dropping a bombe like that – that he was the ruler of a clan of freaking Lycan’s and--- and he was joking…

“Lycans?!” I echoed and fought to keep my voice low and even. “They’re not real.”

“Really,” he replied with mock surprise and pretended to be thinking hard about it. “That puts you in quite the predicament, doesn’t it, meelaya?”

Suddenly he leaned closer and invaded my personal space like he had every right to. With a wry smile on his lips, he came face to face with me, as if he was ready to tell me a deep, dark secret. His scent surrounded me and my brain felt muddled again. The plane was moving, but it felt like my whole entire world had been turned on its axes.

“If I don’t exist,” he said in a low, husky tone and I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin like a gentle caress. “Then who are you talking to?”

And he was joking again…

At this point, I didn’t know if I wanted to hit him or--- or ride him. My heart was beating so fast it was making my head spin. His scent was intoxicating, and I felt drunk with need. I wanted his taste on me again and without thinking I leaned forward, wanting to do just that…

“---this flight to Moscow takes about…”

The announcement had me blinking in confusion and I found myself staring up at the speaker.

“Moscow?!” I echoed, bewildered.

Did she just say Moscow?

“Da,” he replied, and just like that, his lips brushed mine, forcing my focus away from my current predicament and back on him. “This is the plane back to Russia.”

I knew I should panic, but---

Suddenly I felt like there was nothing I could do about it anyway. So, I just let myself be swept away by the kiss and drowned in the electrifying eruption of sparks, that danced across my skin.

“Sleep, meelaya,” Ivan rasped, stroking one finger along my cheekbone and gently forcing my head to rest on his lap. “We’ll talk some more when we’re back home.”

I didn’t even fight it. I nodded and let out the yawn I’d been trying to stifle for the last couple of seconds. I was on my way to quite literally another country and I wasn’t even going to fight it. Without a second thought, I closed my eyes and did as he commanded…