18. Even at the bottom of a hole, you can dig even more!
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They were making... They were making...
Never again will this guy put a finger on me! I’d rather die!
Let him and his second brain burn in hell!
I was brooding while walking back and forth in front of the doorway.
“May I know what you’re doing here?”
I was furious when I turned in his direction. Dressed in a tight black tank top, loose faded jeans, and tousled hair, he was terribly handsome.
A handsome bastard, yes! I shook myself.
“My father's in danger, you must help me!”
Koran raised his eyebrows.
“Where did you get this information?”
“From Cahl.”
Yes, I had to admit that right there and then, I felt malicious pleasure in throwing this name in his face. We take comfort where we can.
Filled with anger, the blond giant came up to me, fists clenched.
“What I ordered Erwan also applies to you, puppy!” he growled.
“Why am I obliged to obey everything you say?” I replied, crossing my arms under my chest.
I was determined not to let it go, or even to openly rebel.
He seemed surprised by my question. This guy had an oversized ego, I swear!
“I marked you,” said Koran, as if that explained everything.
I was seized with hysterical laughter.
“Oh, big deal!” I quipped, pointing to his den.
After following my gesture, the meta rested its gaze on me. His features arranged themselves in a typically masculine expression.
“Damn it! You're jealous of Gina so you throw yourself into the arms of that piece of s**t?! I thought you were smarter...”
“Koran, you can bang the entire cheerleading squad, followed by any shake-and-bake soccer mom looking for a good time, without forgetting the senior citizens: I don’t care! The important thing isn't that I saw Cahl, but that he said my father was in danger and he was the only one who could help me... Given this pointless conversation, I must admit that he’s not wrong!” I cried out.
The meta’s mouth was nothing more than a thin furious line and his pupils were two dark lakes.
“Cahl is a liar. Manipulating people is as natural to him as killing, that’s all I’m saying. He knows, although I don’t know how, that your father is a button he can push...”
“He read my mind, somehow. Just like you or Erwan,” I informed him, still feeling satisfied, especially in front of his contorted face.
“Impossible...” he whispered, pale.
I smiled unpleasantly.
“Given his accuracy in following my thoughts and responding to them without me saying a single word, I don’t think so. Are we celebrating with champagne? A third pretender to the throne... we have to mark the occasion.”
“s**t,” Koran mumbled, leaning against the door.
“Will you help me, yes or no? Or do I have to agree with this lowlife who said that in the end, only he would be able to rescue my father?”
“My Brunan and Erwan’s don’t care what could happen to your old man,” blurted the blond giant, avoiding my eyes. “Give me twenty-four hours before you do anything. I have to find a way to get their help without revealing to them your position as a major component to the direction of the pack as a whole...”
“Why? If it can tip the scales and encourage them to help...”
“i***t!” he interrupted me, angry. “If my uncle or father found out, you’d find yourself a prisoner and forced to breed a litter of cubs to ensure your cooperation and your loyalty! Is that what you want? For Erwan or me to spend our days clambering over you?!”
The possibility cut off my legs, and I staggered, no longer able to stay upright properly.
Koran leaps forward to support me. Instinctively, I let myself go in his arms, as powerful as they were comforting.
“Although, I don’t mind the thought of spending my days singing pretty songs with you that much...” he breathed, on the top of my head.
Oddly enough, this confession made me smile.
Oh, just a second, the image of Gina on him came running back to clear my head.
I pulled away abruptly.
“The place is taken, it seems, so no need to dwell on the subject,” I say, acidic.
Koran sighed, reaching for me.
“I don’t have a choice. Just looking at you turns me on. I'm reduced to being a damn light bulb: gazing at you is like pressing the switch. Would you let me jump on you all the time, little virgin? I remind you that, even if I'm physically seventeen, I'm much older.”
He had embellished the last sentence with a manly frown.
“Oh, I see. So it’s for my own good that you’re screwing prune-Barbie!” I quipped.
“Prune...?”
“Yes, she gives me diarrhoea.”
I didn’t expect that huge laugh at all.
Then, when this burst died on his lips, a brilliant and deep look passed through me to my soul.
“Come over there,” he asked me, gently.
“No.”
Yet another sigh from him, and then he grabbed me by the T-shirt and pulled me against him.
“Mule head,” murmured Koran, wrapping his arms around me.
I let myself go, my animal part was too happy to be cuddled.
He took a long breath, his nose rubbing against my neck.
A muffled, contented sound, pure and simple, came from his chest.
“We can... make a deal,” he started, his voice heavy with emotion.
“What kind of deal?” I asked, strangely relaxed.
“At... at the next moon... You... You promise to belong to me and, in exchange, I swear I won’t touch Gina anymore.”
I stood in his arms.
“Are you going to go right back to ankle-deep Gina?”
Koran groaned.
“You know, because of our wolf part, we have a lot of trouble controlling certain instincts. It's very difficult, and you will quickly realize it. But... on the simple promise that you will be mine... I'm ready to switch to manual mode only.”
I lifted my head to look at his face.
“Manual mode?”
The mischievous glow that lit his chocolate eyes lit me up and I blushed.
“Okay, give me the technical details,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
While he was clearly about to kiss me, I pulled back.
“Given where that mouth has been, if you want a kiss to seal this agreement, you’re going to have to clean it with bleach!”
A silent laugh shook him, and then finally, almost regretfully, he gently pushed me away.
“For your father, give me until tomorrow evening. If I can’t do anything definite, we’ll go together to see this damn Cahl and clear up this story. In the meantime... I’m going to take a shower. I’ll meet you at home later.”
“I thought you wanted to wait for the next moon,” I teased him, picking up my poor mountain bike lying on the ground.
Koran rubbed his abs voluptuously, his almost closed eyelids made him look predatory.
“You have a lot to learn, young Padawan. Good call, I feel the soul of a Jedi Master... Know that, I can undermine your innocence without stripping you of it entirely,” whispered the meta in an absolutely indecent way.
Every inch of my skin burned.
“I believe you,” I stammered, sensing the arrival of some now-familiar tingling.
I clumsily got on my bike, confused. Then I turned quickly to him.
“Why do you want to wait for the next moon to... well, you know.”
Koran didn’t answer immediately. I thought that the very fact of talking about our future union put him in a trance.
It flattered me, but also frightened me.
He breathed deeply as if trying to master this dark part of himself.
“Because I prefer that you are under the influence of the moon so as not to be in fear of acting too... brutally.”
The blond giant had said these words in a slow, choppy voice, proving that, indeed, he often sought to control himself with me.
We exchanged a final look. There were so many hidden things in his eyes. Feelings, emotions, thoughts: a powerful flow as scary as it is exhilarating.
I finally left.
Pedalling like crazy on my bike seemed more effortless than in the past.
My muscles were starting to change. It was undeniable.
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