Torn

Chapter 6

Rush

Tarron was pissed when he reached out earlier and found me with my c**k inside a blondes mouth. She had caught me on the field earlier asking if I wanted to see her room. I had just finished feeding from her and her moves were sloppier than I would have liked but I was high enough to get off. Tarron tsked at me and used his "Your beneath me" tone when he expressed his distaste for my tardiness to diner. I told him a man has needs and he proceeded to insult my manhood before telling me to shower. which would be the reason I am so f*****g pissed that I'm having a hard time rolling my  sleeves. I walked down the steps towards the dining room annoyed and already bored as sound of arguing and laughing filtered  out. I rounded the corner and felt like I smacked into a wall. My eyes immediately went to her, just like they did on the field earlier. My eyes had wandered around eyeing the potential on the bleachers when it felt like the wind was knocked out of me I noticed her hair first, it was a deep red in color, she stood out next to a blonde, I felt like my eyes were glued to her. Then she looked at me and her pale silvery eyes peeked my interest. Shifter I reminded myself as I stood in the doorway looking her up and down, damn up close she was a f*****g knock out. Her dress hugged her breast and curves nicely, I could tell it was like a second skin on her frame. My eyes followed the neckline that laid across her collar bone, eyes resting on her neck briefly before her attention shifted and once again we were locked eye to eye. I felt drawn to her, as  I moved towards the table., she continued to stare at me, drinking her wine.  Her skin became golder the closer I got , her checks flushed from the wine, defiantly not her first glass. "Rush" Tarron 's voice held a warning to it, I broke her gaze and looked to him on my right. Taking in the occupants of the table for the first time, everyone staring at me. Tarron gave me a pointed look. "Hi, I'm Lilith Flynn." A blonde at the end of the table stated with smile. Flynn,  She must be the Heir to the Fae's. She's also the Blonde I saw standing next to the shifter earlier. The man next to her was dressed in a green Tunic his matching blonde hair even longer than hers. "I'm Donavan Flynn, King Of the Fae."  His voice was deep and  high spirited. Next the guy with green hair, warlock no doubt , introduced himself as Cole Adams. Witches and Warlock Heir, His Dad and Mom judging by the Purple and Pink hair and their attendance at this diner introduced themselves as King Coltan and Zelda Adams. Then came King of the shifters and his wife  Mathew and Angela Roberts. I nod to each of them as introductions make their way down the table. Only one name interest me tonight. I meet a pair of bright glowing yellow eyes. This shifter was pissed , seeing as how we have never met before I couldn't think it was personal. When he speaks there's a growl  on every word, causing my predator to peak. I don't know what Greyson, apparently, was mad about but I'd give him a fight if he challenged. Suddenly he whips his head to the side staring at the shifter chick, his shoulders slack slightly , "And this is my mate Danika." He finishes still staring at her. Oh , so she isn't just off limits, she is off, off limits. "Hmm," interesting "Well it's nice to meet you all." I said before taking my seat next to Tarron, across from Danika. Danika is a f*****g sexy name too, f**k. I made a final attempt at rolling my sleeve, a waiter filling my glass. I could feel eyes on me and could see Danika staring in my direction. "I believe the shifter is thirsty. " Tarron mind links to me. "Interesting ." I replied. I stretched out my senses to hers slightly. Her heart rate has increased slightly and I see her hand on the table twitch lightly. It would appears something has peaked her interest, but what? " Would you like some?" I asked using as small tiny bit of my compulsion to help her take the bait. "Excuse me?" her voice is timid but feels like satin running along my fingers, up my arm. I move my arm pushing my wine across the table to her. The feeling leaving as quickly as it came. My eyes search hers wondering is she felt it too, confusion is all she shows and I can't help myself. "I don't mind sharing." I inform her letting her take it as she will. A chair scraps on the floor, pulling her attention to her mate  who is now standing. "Unfortunately it's getting late, he lies and something about too much wine before looking towards her. She stands with him and he bends down to whisper something in her ear. " I'm ready for dessert ." He growls. Hmm I wonder what it would be like indulging in the same dessert every night. My eyes run down the full length of her body in that tight red dress, so dark and tempting. "It was nice meeting you all, please excuse us." her voice is somewhat breathless and lust coats some of her words. They  take their leave satin tingling my fingertips once again , as she passes by I get am enveloped by the sent of her arousal and it almost floors me, causing me to grip the table. No women has ever had such an intense effect on me. Confusion clouds my mind and I still confused when a deep warning tone is in my ear. "And I do mind sharing my dessert." something deep inside turns and tightens in a nauseating way and it sets heavy in my gut long after the diner is over and I'm laying in my new dorm room.