Chapter 12
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With a groan he kissed her again, lingering on her soft warm lips. When he made to raise his head she stood up on her toes and followed, kissing him again. He gave a low growl, sliding his hands into her hair and clutching the back of her head as he probed her lips with his tongue. Eve opened up to him on a sweet little whimper. He plunged his tongue into her mouth roughly, she tasted of tea and honey and he couldn't get enough of it.
Suddenly she tensed, shoving against his chest. He realized he'd dropped his hands to her *ss, pressing her up against his c*ck as he throbbed against her belly. She had a nice full backside, the kind that just begged to be spanked. The very thought almost sent him right over the edge.
"Vincent..." She pushed away from him. He released her, infuriated that he'd so easily forgotten himself. She nearly fell over backwards as he let her go. Clearing her throat Eve ran her hands nervously over the front of her dress.
He was a god damned fool. He didn't even like the annoying girl.
Giving her a hard looked he sneered, "I trust you found that more enjoyable?" He could see the hurt in her eyes but refused to be affected by it. "Why don't you make yourself useful and fetch me some breakfast?"
Turning his back to her he dismissed her callously, ignoring the ping of regret in his chest as he stormed outside into the cold snow.
What the hell just happened?
Eve sat down in a chair, fighting tears. She was torn between fury and anguish. She'd never been so confused in her life.
She couldn't seem to get a handle on Vincent. He was so caring and protective one minute, angry and insulting the next. Were all wolves like this?
Or was this a Legion trait?
That last thought struck her hard. This man could very well be evil. One didn't just join the Legion for a good time. She had no idea who this man was or what he'd done in the past. He could be no better than a savage Forsaken, or Hunter.
Oh god.
She swallowed hard, panic rising up her throat. It had been over eighty years since she'd last seen a Hunter. Memories of fire and screams filled her mind. Shaking her head she forced the images away, jumping to her feet and pacing around the kitchen.
Vincent was nothing like that. He couldn't be. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but he was also so gentle. And last night...
Her stomach clenched. Blushing she leaned against the sink and dropped her head into her hands. The things she'd done with the wolf!
It wasn't as if she was completely naive, she knew all about s*x. She had a whole wall practically full or romance novels. She'd tried many times on her own to feel pleasure, but her body just never felt aroused before.
Not until Vincent.
And the way he could command her. It was both exciting and terrifying. Was she truly that submissive?
Evelyn the Meek...
Either way, last night had been eye opening. When she awoke in the morning her body had ached with need. It was as if she couldn't get enough. It didn't help that she'd been sleeping on top of Vincent's naked body, with his strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
It had felt so good to wake up with him. It had felt right.
And just how long did he plan to stay outside? It was freezing and he was half-naked! Sure his body ran hot but not that hot. She doubted he was strong enough to turn into wolf form.
What does that look like? She'd never seen a turned werewolf before. What color would he be? Did he look like a normal wolf or different?
Ugh! Stop it!
She was in serious trouble here! She needed to stop thinking about the Vincent. She most definitely needed to stop thinking about his perfectly sculpted body, or the way he tasted, or how hot it made her when he wrapped her hair around his fist...
The door slammed open. She nearly jumped out of her skin, letting out a soft scream. Vincent gave her a hard look as he stomped inside, shutting the door with his foot. He'd collected more firewood while outside, dumping it by the wood stove. Ignoring her, he put more wood on the fire before standing and brushing melting snow off his hard body.
She watched him wide-eyed, unable to look away.
Turning towards her Vincent took in her expression, his eyes narrowing. Then he stalked towards her like a predator would its prey. Her breath catching she pressed back against the sink.
Catching her chin he bent down and kissed her hard, his sharp teeth nipping at her bottom lip. Then he backed off, pushing her glasses back up her nose.
"Don't read too much into that," he grumbled, before heading back into bed.
Fighting a smile Eve turned away from him to cook breakfast, somehow that felt like his way of apologizing.
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