Ilena

16

"Nolan." I breathe and he pulls me into a deep sensual kiss, one of his hands cup my face while the other digs into my hip. I grip his shirt with both hands, threatening to pull it apart once again as he kisses down the side of my neck, I feel a sharp pinch and then his sensual tongue is licking away the pain and then I feel his venom trickle into my blood, sending ripples of pleasure ripping through my body. I breathe heavily and try to keep control of myself, it takes everything I have not to push him down and take him right here on my closet floor.

He leans in close to my ear and whispers, "Game on." I open my eyes looking up at him, his own breath hitches and I know he sees the pure need in them.

"Careful Nolan." I tease and let my spark flow freely over him, which has him growling deep in his chest. I can almost see him break, but just then someone calls from my bedroom.

"Hey Fox, did you get lost?" Charles asks rounding the corner and I finish my walk to the bathroom and Nolan goes back to looking through my guns.

"Yeah, turns out she's got them right here." He says showing him my stash. I brush my hair and put on a pair of chain dangle earrings. I walk back in and grab a small black duffle bag, hand it to Nolan and grab a decent sized brown satchel and put two changes of clothes in them and some essentials.

"Not that one." I say as Charles goes for the one gun, I had pulled out earlier. "That one’s mine." I go and pick it up, leaning in between them to grab my holster and bullets.

"Didn't know you had a favorite." Charles murmurs and they continue filling the bag as I put my leg up on the cushion and attach the brown holster to my hip and leg, I find two extra clips and fill them and put the extra in my bag and the two extra in pockets on the back of the holster belt, and put my gun where it belongs. I catch Charles and Nolan both staring up at me as I put my leg down from its propped spot.

"I think that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen you do." Charles exclaims and Nolan looks over at him growling loudly, Charles backs off looking very serious. "I'm guessing you told him."

"Yes and I'm guessing it’s not a good idea to poke the wolf." I state, sitting down, my ankle is throbbing now.

"Finally." He says sounding relieved. "Fox, you don't have to worry about me, my mates out there. I was just trying to get you to realize what you two were since she was being so stubborn." Charles chastises and Nolan nods stiffly and they finished filling the bag. Charles then takes the bag back into the living room. I lift my ankle and carefully slip off my boot, Nolan helping once he realizes what I'm trying to do. He pulls off my sock and unwraps the bandage and even more of my foot is bruised now.

"What the..." I whisper, it seems to have him worried as well.

"When was the last time you fed?" He asks frowning as he examines it.

"A couple days, why?" I ask tentatively.

"You need blood if this is going to heal." He explains.

"Fine, I'll see if..." I ponder but he cuts me off and pushes me back down as I try to stand.

"No you won’t." He growls commandingly.

"Excuse me?" He may be older than me but I will not be commanded by my mate just because he has lived longer, I will expect nothing less than equals.

"I won’t have Evan coming to 'sate' your needs when I am perfectly capable of doing so." He states, seeming to make sure his intent is clear, as he looks up into my eyes from his kneeling position in front of me.

"Yeah, and I thought before it was a bad idea, we'll never leave this room." I tried to explain, but he pulls me into his lap anyway and kissed me tenderly.

"It will go as far as it needs to." He says quietly staring deep into my eyes. Slowly I sink my head into the crook of his neck. God he smells so good, I lightly kiss his soft skin and he shivers, I kiss it again and he grips me almost too tightly. It's nice, nice to know that he is mine even if we aren't mated yet, I know he will never look at another woman the same.

I move to straddle him as my fangs grow and gently scrap them across his skin, he trembles and moans softly and I can’t help but smile. Over the years I have become a little bit of a seductress, even if that's not where this should be going, I doubt it will end any other way. I slide a hand into his hair and wrap my other arm around his shoulder and slowly bite down on his delicate flesh, he moans and then 'pop', I'm in the vein and his blood flows freely. He grips me even tighter, his growing appreciation pressing against me intimately. This just feels so right, so good, but much more, it feels as if his blood is carrying power along with it, it would make sense since that has apparently happened with the others but this is different, it seems to be filling every inch of me, my whole body vibrating with the intensity of it and he seems to feel it to, he's breathing heavily as his fingertips dig into my lower back.

I start to feel light headed, the room seems to spin, I know I should stop, pull away, seal the wound but I can’t, or don't want to. It takes Nolan growling loudly to pull me back to realization. I pull away and lick to wound closed, my whole body is pulsing painfully, I need more, I need him, all of him. The look in his eyes tells me he's using all he has to restrain himself, though his fingers are still dug into my hips. I can feel his breath on my lips, but if we kiss now I know we won’t stop.

"Nolan." I breathe and he snaps, kissing me desperately. Suddenly I feel the soft sheets of my bed underneath me as he lays me down. He pulls his shirt over his head and then descends upon me, pushing my shirt up under my breasts and leading a trail of kisses down my stomach while he unbuttons my pants and slips them down, onto the floor, he kisses across my hip bone and down the curve of my thigh. I feel like there's a fire inside of me and he's only making it burn hotter, it aches painfully dying to be quenched. He twists the sides of my lace shorts and kisses my hip bones, he’s driving me insane but there's no way I’ll tell him to stop.

We hear a noise from down the hall and he comes up to lay between my legs.

"I have a cabin in Canada." He suggested and kisses the spot underneath my ear, I think he's more than ready to be alone too. There's no knock as the door crashes open and men flood into the room. Nolan moves to cover my body from their sight. "Who are you, why are you here?" He growls loudly at the man who came in first, he seems to be the one in charge.

"I am the head of the Guard, we are here to persecute any and all conspirators against the crown, which include you and you’re...friends." He states and then another drags one of my friends into the room but his face is distorted, like water thrown on a wet painting. He forces him to kneel next to him. He has a sword which I failed to notice before, he lifts it and swings cutting the kneeling man’s head off and it rolls on the floor to rest at Nolan's feet. Nolan growls and stands to charge him but he swings, slicing him across the chest. He falls back against me and looks up into my eyes. He is filled with determination but is confused when looking up at me.

"Your eyes, their violet." He says and then a loud crash has the ceiling crumbling and the room shaking, I open my eyes to see most of my wall missing and I can see into the living room where the only man standing is Evan, he’s blowing them up as fast as he can but there are just too many. Cara is laying on the couch, fighting off another, he leg is bleeding badly and I don't think she can walk, she's fighting with everything she has and manages to get her fangs in him but he stabs her in the chest and she falls limply on the cold leather. I look back at the Guard leader just as he blasts a large current of power at us, Nolan covers my body just as it surges against him. I can see the pain in his eyes and know that this is the end for him. I use everything that I have in me and send out a blast of power and teleport us to God knows where.

I open my eyes to see us sitting in three feet of snow, I'm wearing almost nothing and it's cold but I don't feel it. I turn Nolan so he's lying on his back and see that he is faltering. The tears fall and he tries to speak but it’s like my ears are blocked. The world seems to melt and seep away and I get light headed again and the forest and snow spin violently. I grip him so tightly and squeeze my eyes, praying for it to end, until I hear him growl loudly and open my eyes. We’re not in the forest any more were back in my closet, fully clothed, my fangs still embedded in his neck, carefully I remove them and lick the wound closed. My eyes feel weird, they feel cool just like back at the cabin.

I pull back looking at Nolan, a look of bewilderment filling his handsome features. He reaches up touching my face, "Your eyes, there..."

I place my hand over his, "We've got to go."