DARK DAYS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

That evening Christiana sat in the living room hanging out with Dee, they were becoming better and better friends, despite the packs hesitations to accept her into its folds. They both turned to the front door when it opened knowing who it would be, “You should really lock the door once in a while.” Micah complained.

“Why you’re the only one who doesn’t knock.” Ana responded sarcastically. She almost laughed at dee’s expression, her eyes got really wide whenever Ana didn’t bow down and act subservient to Micah. 

Micah just rolled his eyes and sat across from them, “Want to go for a run?” He asked, knowing she hadn’t been participating in the pack sanctioned runs since her mishap last time.

Delilah sighed, “I have a paper to do… med school doesn’t just pass by without work.” 

Micah laughed, “Poor baby, imagine going to med school free of charge…”  He stared at Ana intensely, “What about you?” he asked again, he hadn’t really been inviting Dee anyway.

Christiana shrugged, “Sure, in a bit. I want to finish my ice cream first.”

She watched Micah perk up at that and look around expectantly, “What ice cream?”

“The cookie dough that’s in the freezer.” She said getting up, “want some?” 

Micah grinned, “Maybe a bit…” Delilah excused herself and went into her room to work on her paper, and Micah moved over to the couch, taking the bowl of heaven that Ana offered. “I haven’t had ice cream in months!” he groaned.

Ana laughed, “You are such a little kid, always having ice cream in the fridge is one of the perks of living with all girls.” She shared, as if it were some secret.

“I’ll remember that.” He muttered before there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Ana called not bothering to investigate who it was, she knew.

Nate hesitated in the doorway, surprised at Micah’s presence. “Hey, am I interrupting?” 

Ana shook her head, “Nope, getting ready to go hunting with Micah, you can come if you want to.” 

Nate leaned against the wall, Ana didn’t act like any other woman he had dated. She didn’t get up to greet him, instead she went on eating her ice cream, curled up beside Micah like it was an every day occurrence. Though it might be, and he just didn’t know it, “You’re thinking too much Nate.” Micah observed seeing his discomfort. Micah tried unsuccessfully to swipe some of Ana’s ice cream when he had finished his and received an elbow to the chest.

“No! bad, Bad Micah!” She exclaimed with a laugh, “I have no problem with stabbing you with my spoon!”

Micah just laughed, “Go get ready and give me the rest of the ice cream.” He ordered jokingly, aware of Nate’s shock, he was like Delilah, apparently no one had ever seen him as anything other than their fearless leader.

Ana got up taking her bowl with her to her room. 

Two weeks later Christiana commented, laying on Nate’s sofa with him, “Micah is acting weird lately.”

Nate grunted, keeping his eyes closed, he was right on the verge of a very nice nap if she would be quiet. Ana sat up, “did you hear me?” she asked seeing his eyes shut.

He sighed, “I heard. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s probably nothing.” He made the mistake of opening his eyes and saw hers grow almost comically big.

“You know! You know what’s going on and aren’t telling me!” She exclaimed, she wasn’t worried it was something bad, she just hated being left out of the loop.

Nate frowned, stroking her back, “he doesn’t like people making a fuss that’s all….” Knowing immediately it was the wrong thing to say. 

Ana smiled mischievously, and he groaned again knowing her well enough to be very sure that no good could come of that look. Though, as she bent down to kiss him, he honestly didn’t mind her methods of persuasion. He held her tightly, just glad that she had gotten more comfortable with him. It was an unspoken rule that there would be no s*x though… and there was no negotiation on that one. “Tell me…” She whispered breaking into his thoughts.

Nate shook his head, not making it easy on her. “Kiss me.” He countered.

“Tell me and I’ll kiss you.” She negotiated.

“No deal little girl.” He said laughing rolling them both over so he was staring down at her. 

Ana felt his body relax into hers, and said wrapping one of  her legs around his waist, trapping him, “How about I sweeten the deal…” she licked her lip, as he rocked his hips against hers, “You tell me what I want to know…”  she lifted her head to capture his mouth in a kiss, before adding with a stretch, knowing just how wicked she could be, “And you can kiss me… wherever you want.”

Nate’s eyebrows rose at that offer, knowing he would give in, but he wanted to get the technicalities straight, she was smarter than she looked, “Wherever as in a location or where ever as in anywhere on your body?”

Ana smiled, it was good to know he had learned from previous mistakes, “your mouth, any part of my body, for lets say five.. ten minutes?”

Nate got to his knees, staring down at her consideringly, “Over or under clothing… hands or no hands included?” he asked.

Ana squirmed at the look in his eyes, whatever happened it was going to be fun, “your mouth, my body, under the clothing, one hand allowed, eight minutes and the offer expires in the next sixty seconds.” She said feeling her breathing grow faster at the many possibilities she saw in his eyes.

Nate nodded, “Deal.”  He said feeling no betrayal at all, even though he knew she was going to make a huge deal out of it, “Micah’s birthday is tomorrow. He hates celebrating it, something about the increased pressure of being a year closer to middle age and mateless in a pack of over bearing females.”

“Interesting, and he told you not to tell me?”

Nathaniel shrugged, “He knew you wouldn’t let the day pass without doing something.”  He got to his feet, “Now, where am I going to kiss you?” he muttered seriously, debating with himself.

Christiana sat up, “Do I get a vote?” 

“No.” He said simply. “We will have to go into my room though… can’t have Rory or Ian coming in and wasting my eight minutes.” He said taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom. 

She knew he was teasing her, making her wait as he gave his choice due consideration. “you know, if you had been smart. You would have insisted that I kiss you wherever you wanted me to.” She said, glancing pointedly down at his fly.

He hesitated, his shoulders rising and falling with a sigh, as he realized she was right. “I have wanted to kiss those perfect t**s of your since the first night I saw them at the hunt… I think I’ll choose them… although…” he paused surveying the rest of her, “No, breasts it is.”

Ana laughed as he lifted her up in his arms and kissed her, before dropping her on the bed. “Time starts now.”  He laid down beside her, kissing her again as his hand slid up her ribs slowly over her shirt, by the time his hand cupped her breast, her n****e was aching. He squeezed gently, trapping her moan with his mouth as he began rolling her n****e between his thumb and finger. “Jesus! What did I get myself into?” She exclaimed, watching when he moved to suck on her breast through her shirt, playing with the other with his hand. 

Nathaniel chuckled against her breast, “Take it off.” He ordered, for one she complied no questions asked, all but ripping her shirt off to bare her breasts to him. “I’ve never seen real breasts this perfect before.” He muttered taking his time, what little of it that he might have. He moved his thigh in between hers, and felt her squirm, rolling her hips against him. “Been a while hasn’t it?” He inquired with a satisfied smirk.

Ana couldn’t do anything else but whimper, “Please.” 

Nate hesitated again, “You sure?” he asked, as much as he might want to do what she was asking, he wanted her to be sure. 

Ana nodded kissing him, “No s*x… just… don’t make me beg you.” 

Nathaniel unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her hips slowly, more to give her more time to change her mind than as a tease, her underwear was next, he kept his eyes on her the entire time. If she hesitated even a little bit, changed her mind for a fraction of a second he had to know. Micah would kill him if it got back to him that nate had done anything against her will. Literally kill him, chop him up, feed him to pigs somewhere, never find his body, kill.  She kissed him again, “I’m supposed to be the one hesitating… you are supposed to r****h… get your role straight.” She joked, trying to relieve some of the tension. She knew what he was thinking, “I’m not going to go cry r**e Nathan.” She reassured him.

Nate slid his hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles tighten every inch of the way in anticipation. “I know you wont.” He whispered before lowing his head back down to her breasts. He relished the feeling of her back arching as his hand found its target. 

“Nathan!” She gasped, as he teased her.  Nate smiled; she was the only one who could get away with calling him Nathan.