Rezso’s POV
A grin spread across my face as I stood by the door, a wine bottle in hand, waiting for Dixon to arrive from the banquet hall. The anticipation of his arrival was making me go giddy, like a kid waiting for his mother’s return.
Dixon had asked for us to meet in his apartment on the night of the banquet, I left the banquet hall earlier to compose myself and perhaps prepare myself while waiting for him. I did not know what he had planned for us, but whatever it was, I trusted Dixon with everything in me, and I was surely ready to do anything with him.
“Oh,” I breathed out, rubbing my cold palm against the bottle of wine in my hand. I was surely feeling nervous but the excitement of being with Dixon overpowered the nervousness I was feeling.
“I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw me.” My heart was racing, and I could feel the warmth of the smile spreading across my cheeks.
Just then, the sound of a pair of boots, hitting hard against the marble floor, followed by a wave of that familiar scent, dominating the air was what caught my attention.
“He’s here, Dixon is here!” I grinned happily, moving away from the wall to peek at the hallway to see Dixon, walking up to me with his gaze on the floor.
His fists were clenched tightly to his sides, he looked a little bit down which made me wonder what was going on with him.
“You’re here?” I raised my brows, my fingers curled tightly around the bottle. Dixon stopped right in front of me, he moved his head to stare at me without uttering a word to me.
What’s with him? Did he forget about what he said? Did I come a little early?
“Um,” I gulped down nervously, his cold gaze on me was sending a chill down my body. “I brought us some wine…” I trailed off when I felt Dixon’s shoulder bumped against mine as he walked past me, he entered into his room, shutting the door behind him.
“Huh?” I scoffed, turning on my heels to see the closed door with my heart thumping hard against my chest.
“What the hell just happened? Did Dixon seriously pretend like he didn’t see me here?” my lips parted open in shock.
I had no idea as to why Dixon would treat me like I was invisible. Why give me a cold shoulder when he was the one who asked me to meet him at his apartment?
I couldn’t shake the thought off my head, however, I found my legs, moving towards the closed door on their own without me doing anything to stop myself from going further into his room.
I took a deep breath and puffed out air as I stretched out my hand, wrapping my fingers around the doorknob. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping into the room with my breath uneven.
As I entered, I saw Dixon, standing by the window with his back on me. His shoulders shook with each breath, and I could hear him sniffling. It seemed as though he was crying.
“Holy fuck! Is he crying?” I mentally yelled at myself. My fist clenched tightly to my side as I dragged my legs toward him.
I found a table beside his bed, I lowered my back and placed the wine on the table before dragging my feet towards the window, where Dixon was standing.
“Dixon,” I whispered his name softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. My voice quavered as I asked, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I could feel the tension in his body beneath my hand, and I waited anxiously for his return. My heart pounded as I watched him place his palm on my hand that was on his shoulder.
“I..” he sighed, gently grabbing my hand like my hand was hurting his shoulder, “Just leave me alone for now, please! Leave!” he groaned, tossing my hand off his shoulder.
His words stung like a slap in my face, I took a step back, reeling from the impact. My heart sank into my stomach as I stared at his rigid back, wondering what I could have done wrong. Did he find me boring? Why was he shutting me out? Had I offended him somehow? My thoughts swirled as I tried to make sense of his sudden coldness.
“Leave?” I glared at his back, my fists clenching to my sides with my legs throbbing, threatening to give out at any moment.
“You want me to leave, huh?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady, even as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes. It was as if the man my heart belonged to was forcing me out of his life, and it hurt more than I could have ever imagined. Was I that easy to cast aside? Did I mean so little to him? I fought the urge to cry, my body trembling with reality slapping hard on my face.
It was as if I was ranting to myself, Dixon didn’t react like he was the one I was talking to. I gulped down the embarrassing lump that had suddenly formed in my throat.
“Fine,” I hissed, my voice tinged with bitterness as I gritted my teeth angrily. “I’ll leave you alone then. I will give you the space you want.” I turned on my heel, ready to leave, when suddenly, his hand was on my arm, tugging me back towards him. I stumbled slightly, crashing into his hard chest.
“Ahh!” I gasped, his large arms wrapped around me, caging me into his chest like I was going to make a run if he should lose his grip on me.
“Let me go! Please!” I cried out, thrashing against his grip, but his arms were like steel bands, making my efforts seem futile. I felt like a caged bird, desperate to escape, but the door to freedom was just out of reach. I could feel the tears spilling down my cheeks, my body trembling with anger and frustration. The more I struggled, the tighter his hold became.
“Don’t… Don’t leave, Rezso.” he panted heavily, his hot breath fanned my neck, making my wolf stir to his touch. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine.
“Don’t play games with me!” I growled, my voice cracking as I fought to keep my stability. “Don’t tell me to leave, and then act like you care about me. You can’t have it both ways. You either want me here, or you don’t.” My whole body was shaking, and I could feel my voice wavering. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my vision blurry with the emotion I was trying to hold back.
“Please don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking with fear as he spoke. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I just… I just got scared, and I didn’t know what to do. I want you to stay with me. Please, don’t go.” His grip tightened, almost like he was afraid I would slip away if he let go. I could feel his breath against my neck, warm and soft, as he clung to me like a lifeline.
I let out a deep breath, my eyes fluttering closed as he loosened his hold on me. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
I flapped my eyes open, only to see his eyes boring into mine. My heart was pounding in my chest, upon seeing his lusting gaze on my lips. My breath came in short gasps as I studied his face. And when my gaze dropped to his chest, I saw the blood staining his shirt, a crimson stain spreading across the fabric. My eyes widened in shock, and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.
“Your… Your shirt is covered in blood!” I cried out in alarm. “Where are you hurt?” Without thinking, I reached for his shirt and ripped it open, revealing smooth, unblemished skin beneath. There was no sign of any wound, no hint of any injury. I looked up at him, my brow furrowed in confusion.
“You’re not hurt,” I breathed out, my voice filled with wonder. “You… You didn’t have any cut on your chest, but… But… The blood?” I gasped, my breath uneven as I tried to make sense of the reason why he had blood spreading on his shirt without a sign of a wound.
“That doesn’t matter.” he smiled nervously, his hands sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “Can we get down to what we’re here for?” he whispered, his face leaning closer, smiling warmly at me.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to process what I was seeing. There was no wound, no sign of any injury, but the blood on his shirt was undeniable. I nodded slowly, my mind whirling as he gave me a smile that seemed to light up his mood. I tried to push down the questions that were racing through my mind. I tried to focus on the warmth of his gaze, and the softness of his eyes as he looked at me. I wanted to lose myself in his smile, in the feeling of his touch, instead of dwelling on the mystery of his bloodstained shirt.
“Please stop worrying about it,” he whispered, his hot breath on my face made me shut my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me.
Just then, in an instant, his lips were on mine, the kiss gentle but insistent. I felt his hand move up to my neck, his fingers lightly caressing my skin. But then I felt his claws pricking my skin, the sensation sharp and almost painful. I gasped as I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck. I tried to pull away, but his grip on my waist was so tight that I couldn’t move away from him.
“Ahh!” I gasped as he pushed his tongue against mine, exploring my mouth with a hunger that took my breath away. I felt dizzy, my head spinning as he kissed me with an almost overwhelming intensity.
Dixon pulled away from the kiss, his eyes sparkling as he stared at me with want. “I’m finding it hard to control myself,” he whispered, his breath hot against my face. “I want you so badly. I can’t wait any longer.”
The desire in his voice was unmistakable, but there was something more than just lust there. There was a tenderness that took my breath away, a vulnerability that I had never seen before. He wanted me, not just physically, but emotionally as well. And I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anything before.
“I’m ready for anything when it comes to you.” I smiled, wrapping my hands around his neck.
The smile on my face deepened as he pulled me back to his body, crashing his lips against me as he gripped my shirt, tearing it off my body.
He was the rough type, just as I had wanted it.