Hound

4

Wendy hadn't thought it through.

“I'm sorry, for saying that,” She called, hoping he would hear.

He paused again. “What?”

“I'm sorry I said I hope you die. That was rude and immature of me. I'm just...really frustrated. And you're an asshole.”

Wendy watch his shoulders tense. “C'mon. If I tell you twice, I'm leaving you behind to get murdered.”

She hurried to his side, not even realizing how far ahead he'd gotten.

“Thank you!” She smiled. He glanced her stoically.

“How do you know I won't kill you?”

Wendy shrugged. “You seem like a good man.”

He snorted, but said nothing. She glanced at him from the side if her eye, noting his features. He had a scar running down his face, one of eyes a different color.

“If you don't mind me asking—”

“I mind,” He rumbled, shutting her down. “Just be silent okay? Can you do that?”

Wendy made a motion of zipping her lips, showing the key and shoving it in her pocket.

The winter breeze flowed by, making her shiver, and move closer to the large man next to her. He glanced at her but said nothing.

“Where do you live?”

“Um...”

She shouldn't tell him her address. “Just get me to the Starbucks on Maplin. I can get home from there.”

Saying nothing, he started heading that way.

“So, Little Missy, who are you running from?”

She swallowed, wavering a bit. “N-no one. I thought we were going to be silent?”

Hound rolled her eyes subtly, walking silently. She shivered, but also stayed quiet. He walked her to the Starbucks on Maplin.

“Wait!” her smoky voice called to him as he began to leave. “Thank you for helping me. What's you name?”

He looked back at her briefly. “Take care, little Missy. You should talk to your brother.”

•••

Hound observed some clansman drinking. They belonged to the first King—the so called Golden King. Golden, what a joke.

Like a predator, he observed his pretty carefully, not letting himself be seen as they grazed, and went aboyt their merry way, not knowing their lives were about to end.

“You're just everywhere aren't you?”

He rolled his eyes. “And you're a nuisance. Get lost.”

Wendy sat down next to him. “I've decided I like you, and I want to have s*x with you.”

He quirked a brow, not taking his eyes off his prey.

“What made you come to that conclusion, Missy?”

“Well, you're hot, and that one thing.”

He snorted. “That's the only thing. All in all I'm a complete asshole, and you hope I die.”

“I took that back,” She defended.

“Still,” He said blankly.l, “It hurt my fragile feeling. Now get lost.”

She made no effort to move, but didn't say anything for a best or two.

“Are you lonely?”

He cast her a glance out if the corner of his eye. “Are you stupid? I said get lost. I'm busy.”

“f**k you. I'm hot.”

His eyes never moved from his subjects. “Sure babe. Now move along.”

“Hm! I don't need you, I can go f**k someone else!”

“That's the point,” He drawled nonchalantly.

“Asshole,” She mumbled.

“Hey, Missy?” She looked at him. He looked at his prey. “I'll never have s*x with you. But that's your loss not mine.”

• • •

He kissed her deeply, pushing her against the wall.

“I thought you never gonna have s*x with me?”

He scoffed. “So did I,” He dove back down to her lips, capturing them with his.

Slowly, Wendy's fingers hooked the bottom of shirt, pulling it up his torso. He raised his arms, helping her rid him if the cloth between them.

“What's your name,” She whispered.

He slid her straps off her shoulder, making the dress drop to the ground with a silent thud.

“My name isn't required for this activity,” He rasped, skimming the flesh of her with the tips of fingers leisurely.

“I still wanna know,”

“Do you want to know, or do want to f**k cause you can't have both?”

Rolling her eyes at his dogmatic response, she put her hands in his hair. It was shinier than hers.

She never really liked men with long hair, but he wore it well.

“Are we moving to the bed,” She breathed, as he rolled a condom on his length.

“Not yet. I want you here.”

Wendy bit her lip, loving the primitivism of him. How guttural he was. How rough, and callous his words and touch were.

Just what she needed to forget.

“Hey, eyes on me.” She looked at him through her lashes.

“You're actually kind of attractive. Your body that is—your personality is horrendous.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ditto asshole.”

He smirked, turning her around. “Will you let me in yours,” He whispered deeply.

She moaned. “N-No.”

“You'd be amazed at how quickly my c**k can turn a no into a yes,” he whispered.

• • •

Hound woke entangled. Damn, he let those clansman go. s**t. Was the b***h even worth it?

He casts a disdainful glance at her. The morning light shone on her face, illuminating her brown skin and making it glow.

Her breathing was steady, she was still sleeping.

Her cheek was against his chest, and his arms were around her.

It was so corny, it was disgusting.

Groaning he got up, moving to take a shower. He figured she'd be there when he came back, and he'd have to kick her out.

He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, wrapped a towel around his hips.

He walked back into the bedroom. “Hey! Get up! It's time for you to go!” He called, looking at his phone.

He looked up at the sound of silence. Instantly, he noticed the note on his dresser.

He picked it up reading it.

Thanks for the ride, Hound.

He smirked. “Back at you, Missy.”