DANIKA
Rousing the next morning was a tug of war for me. This was mostly because I had slept off very late last night.
After Lance caught me in the forest, he had accused me of lying to him about not being able to shift. We had to return home, and I had gone to shift back in my room, thankful that no one else saw me. I had come back down the stairs and tried to convince him that it was really my first time.
I couldn’t hold back the joy in me while telling him. It was evident and Lance being him didn’t take time to believe me. After that, he told me he had to go to the Alpha’s house for their usual night meeting. I wanted to implore him not to tell the Alpha yet, but I held my tongue knowing even though he told him, I know Alonso won’t believe him.
He thinks only the worst of me, and I’m not going to try to change that anytime soon, especially now that I am trying to accept my identity. This is a new beginning, and I’m going to revel in it.
Sitting up from the bed, I yawned mildly and smiled as I skimmed around the room, taking little pride in the fact that I had this little victory. I can’t wait to tell Mary. Come to think of it, why isn’t she here yet?
I stood from the bed, meaning to use the restroom and suddenly I remembered why Mary isn’t here. I had locked the door last night. Yeah, I did that. I’m tired of her offensive morning wake-up call which irritates me to no end. I looked at the wall clock hanging by the wall and let out a slight gasp.
9:00am?
What manner of sleep was I having? Oh, Gad.
Quickly slipping on my flip-flop, I hurried into the bathroom and quickly showered, running out afterward to start dressing for work. It was only the second day and I was late again to the infirmary. What kind of worker would they term me?
When I accomplished donning a simple gown I recklessly detached from the wardrobe, I managed to tame my hair into a bun at the top of my head and applied a mild gloss, picking up my bag to run into Lance’s room to check if he was back.
I was already late, if not I would have left for the infirmary since I already knew the direction. But it was late and I needed him to take me in his car.
Just as I pushed in the adjoining door, my face flushed white as all my body transfixed to the spot, my eyes fixed steadily on the stark naked Lance who from his post had probably just exuded the bathroom.
I wanted to move, I wanted to do anything but stand there gawking at him shamelessly. But I couldn’t move. I have never seen a naked man before. This was my first and, to be honest, he was a fine specimen to behold.
I used to think his beauty might just end only in his face. Yes, I saw a little of his hard masculinity from his clothing but nothing could be compared to seeing him stark naked, with his member standing at attention as if growing bigger as I gazed at him.
Seemingly recovering from his likewise shock, he rapidly picked up his discarded towel on the bed and loosely tied it around his lean waist.
I regained my senses too, swallowed my gathered spittle, and started looking about me. I survived to look up, my cheek now crimson. “I’m truly sorry, Lance. I didn’t know you were…” I trailed off unable to say the words. I whipped around to run back to my room but his words stopped me.
“Wait!”
Why is he asking me to wait? Gad! Isn’t it enough that I had to see him in his most… No! I mustn’t say the words.
“You can come in. We can talk,” he said.
“I can wait till you are fully dressed,” I hurried to say, my heart beginning to thump.
I felt him coming closer, increasing my adrenaline. I couldn’t breathe anymore. Why is he coming closer? Shouldn’t he be angry that I had barged in on him like that? Or at least agree to my quest to wait till he is dressed.
“No, I don’t mind at all,” his tone was a bit off. What is happening to Lance?
“Turn around,” he commandeered in a slightly clouded voice. All the goosebumps on my body were standing at attention as though his hands were already on me-making me feel the way I feel only when I’m close to Alonso.
Slowly, I turned around and came face to face with him. But I didn’t dare look up.
“Look at me, Danika,” he groaned out in a dangerously tranquil voice. I obeyed, like the idiot I am.
Maybe, Alonso was right. Indeed I am a slut, if I react like this to every man.
His hands gradually rose to flip a strand of hair that has fallen to my face behind my ear, in the process, the tip of his finger grazed my earlobe. I shivered and sucked in a labored breath.
“You don’t have to worry about seeing me naked, Danika,” he took another step closer, his eyes not faltering from mine. “I kind of liked it.”
I wanted to berate him for making such insinuations, but the sensation produced from his fingers which are now making its way to my jaw stilled me.
His hands came up to cradle my two cheeks, as my eyes began fluttering-all my body falling under the charm of his ministrations. No sooner have I felt his breath on me than my eyes has fallen closed, and his lips came crashing down on mine.
I gasped, and he took advantage of it to slide his tongue down my throat. I just stood there, unable to move and not knowing what to do. I was new to these things and I felt afraid to push him away. This is wrong, Danika, my head sang while my body was another story.
His hands were suddenly all over me, as he became frantic, pushing me flush against the door, and his kiss intensifying.
I moaned lowly into his mouth as he growled out loud, his hand coming around my neck while the other went down to cup my butt cheek.
“You are so irresistible, Danika,” he mumbled raggedy into my mouth and I returned it with a little squeak, having conflicting thoughts of the consequence of my actions.
He was turning wild by now. He yanked me furiously up, my legs coming around his waist as he took me further into his room and placed me gently on the bed. Then his lips trailed hungry kisses down to my cleavage where he buried his face, laying soft kisses on them.
I tilted my chest up to meet his thrust, begging internally for him to do more-even though I didn’t know for sure what he is supposed to be doing. Then his fingers found one of my nipples and pinched it hard.
I cried out and vaulted forward into his hand, my eyes flying open to recognizing at once that he was now stark naked on top of me. I became more uncomfortable. This is wrong. I am not a slut like Alonso said. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Then I started struggling beneath him.
“What?” Lance managed to look up, his eyes solely dark with lust.
“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.
“Why not?” he groaned out huskily.
“I just can’t. It’s wrong.” Tears started forming, regret setting in.
“He doesn’t care,” he reminded me.
I know he doesn’t but that doesn’t still make it right. Until he rejects me, or at least he’s wedded to another, I can’t do this with a peaceful mind.
We were still in our position deliberating on what is right or wrong, when the door to Lance’s room swung open, and standing there, his face coated in pure rage was none other than my mate-Alonso.
Yes, I have seen him in all sheds of anger before now, but never for once have I seen him more enraged, and at the same time looking very vulnerable.
He growled ferociously and advanced at us the next minute, ripping Lance off me and delivering a strong punch to his face. I took the time to jump off the bed and strive to rearrange my dress to propriety.
I ran to the door and quickly locked it so that no one hears what was going on, not to mention seeing the scene.
I didn’t know what to do. I ran from one end to the other, splaying my hands about in helplessness. What have I done? Alonso would definitely kill me this time around or make me the slave I had managed to escape.
Consequences be damned.
Things were getting severe. And Lance was at the receiving end. I couldn’t take it anymore watching Alonso pummel Lance into a pop so I did the only thing I can-I threw myself into the middle of both of them.
The crunching sound from the punch that landed on me was the only sound I heard whilst my head swarmed, my eyes closing in utter oblivion. Darkness lured me in.
How come death tasted this incredible?