"Stop!" I screamed into the dark room. Instantly the whirr of the ceiling fan seized along with the humming of the mini fridge. My breath caught in my throat at the sudden silence of the world around me. Even the noises outside my window seemed to fade into nothingness. Fear slammed down on all the craziness inside my head; fear of it all.
"That's it!" The air seemed to bow in resistance with my sudden outburst. It had stopped, too, heeding my command. I jerked the bottle off the table, slicing through the world’s resistance and headed for the door. The movements were forced, opposing the motionlessness that occupied the surrounding space. The hallway felt like a blessing; the air flowed as it should and I could hear the garbled sounds of televisions in other occupied rooms. Whatever was going on only affected my room. Linda wasn't at the front desk and I was more than thrilled that I didn't have to explain my growing insanity. I just needed to escape. I walked towards the water, the waves beckoning me out with them. The noises of the night seemed to be unaffected by whatever it was that had happened. I threw my head back in invitation, silently willing the dark serenity to consume me. As I reached the shore the water reflected a thousand night lights, giving life to the emotions that had resumed their battle inside of me. I perched myself on a large rock, letting its strength and solidity anchor me down. The water's salty tears splattered against my skin, giving life to the tears that flowed from me. I cried with her, sharing my tears, letting them ride the waves together. I drank and raged with the night. Wind whipped around me, cocooning me in its embrace; protecting me from my growing madness. I could almost hear the soft bay of the wolves along the waves which drove a burst of laughter through my tears. I sounded hollow and unlike myself. I chucked the bottle which only had a few swallows left into the cold expanse, listening to the glass shatter through the ocean song.
I felt completely lost, consumed in the night. I couldn't find the thoughts that would give me an answer to what was happening to me. I watched as the ocean’s anger took its course all around me. Something about this night had her up in arms as well. At this moment I was in the company of a kindred soul. I sat still, letting her fight out her anger. I let the ocean have its turn to cry. Finally the waves began to glide and sway, ceasing its angry dance. The winds brushed against my cool skin, wiping away the remainder of my tears. We were both exhausted and spent; our emotional turmoil sated. Weariness left my body and mind heavy as I worked to make it back to the Inn before it gave out completely. The front desk remained empty and unwelcoming as I passed. I couldn't fight the exhaustion–not even to strip away my grief soaked clothes, letting sleep take over.
CHAPTER SIX
The cottage sat amidst pine trees older than time. Water smacked angrily against rocky shore, mimicking the emotions warring inside of me. The fire emanating from the stone fireplace worked to hold back the chill, but some types of cold couldn't be reached. I braided my hair over and over as I waited for him. I knew he would arrive soon, so I wore my finest dress. The white and lilac skirts sat in waves all around me, covering the old and frayed cot. Wolves sang their sad, mournful song off in the distance. A single tear traced down my cheek, tasting of salt and anticipation. My fear and longing danced within. I understood their pain. The wolves' song grew more violent just before the cottage door burst open. I sat frozen with fear; I knew that the smallest of movement would unleash the violence that emanated from Jonathon.
His hardened gaze swept the room searching. For what, I didn't dare to ask. His movement was stiff and unwilling as he made his way towards me. I failed to stop the visible shudder that wracked my body. The pent up need was far too powerful to keep hidden. His tight britches and normally pristine ruffled shirt now showed signs of a fight. I had a momentary flash of concern that skipped away far too quickly to grasp on to. I caught a glimpse of the clip that held his hair back. The smooth silver flickered with the flames.
I craned my head as he came to a stop, towering over me; sadness peaked around his dagger filled stare. There was a momentary pause as we assessed each other as a whole just before he swept me up off the cot, crushing his lips to mine. He lapped at the blood that trickled down my lip from the impact with the same eager, desperate force. His teeth grazed painfully across my swollen lips. His normally gentle side had been stolen away. The sound of ripping fabric broke through my haze as I felt my dress slide down my body, finally coming to rest at my feet. Even through his still clothed body I could feel Jonathon's swollen length pressed against my naked flesh. I tried to wiggle free, fighting against my growing euphoria. Jonathon growled in warning, deepening our kiss almost to the point of suffocation before finally releasing his hold. I couldn't help but stumble back from the sudden release, landing back down on the cot. The rough wool blanket was harsh against my exposed backside.
When I finally looked up, Jonathon stood naked before me. His breathing was heavy with rage but even his anger couldn't outshine his masculine beauty. My eyes followed a bead of sweat as it trailed down his side making a path along his hipbone. The definition of his frame was spectacular. My nipples stood at attention and my sex was heavy with need as I watched him move with such grace just out of my view. I would have had to turn around to see what he had planned. My fear long since chased away, I braced myself on my hands and knees in invitation instead. I knew what I wanted. The only thing I had to do was ask. Need and necessity overrode all my ladylike sense as I arched my back, pushing my ass against him. I gave my undergarments little attention as they were ripped away. He gave kinder attention to my back as he traced the outline of my bowed spine, finally ending between my legs. His finger slid between my folds, exploring as far as it could go. Soft moans of fulfillment escaped my lips. Jonathon used his thumb, massaging my swollen clit in rough circles as he pushed in and out with the finger sheathed inside of me. The heat began to deepen as even louder cries of ecstasy filled the room. When I thought I could no longer bear it he pulled his finger out and gripped my hips, thrusting his hard cock fully inside of me, wrenching a scream of pleasure from my chest. His thrusts, hard and desperate, were gaining intensity causing me to collapse to my elbows. The sounds of our naked bodies slamming into each other joined the chorus of screams and moans that already rang through the room. The mounting orgasm arched my back further, sending the sounds of my release towards the heavens. His rhythm began to falter as my breaths came in shorter pants.
Jonathon whispered something unfamiliar against the nape of my neck. With one final thrust his voice gave way to a rage filled scream. We both collapsed to the cot, his heart beat against my back joining our rhythms as one.
Warm, full lips began to rain kisses down my back, taking extra care at my tender hips. A light touch rolled me over placing kisses between my legs. Solid black hair created a barrier to the figure eights his tongue made along my swollen heat. My lust already began to mount; craving what I knew was about to come. I still hadn't come down from the last orgasm and it wouldn't take much to bring me again. Sebastian's lips made their way up along my sensitive flesh pulling small cries of pleasure from my chest. Relief and pleasure welled up inside of me as I splayed my hands through his hair. Finally, this simple pleasure was all I ever wanted. His teeth began to nip and graze the same trail his lips had taken up the side of my neck. Ice blue eyes narrowed in on a crimson droplet that had settled in the crease of my lips. His tongue snaked out to erase the bloody path, ending in a slow, exploratory kiss. He tasted metallic and of me. My legs fell open of their own accord; I needed him inside of me. His kiss never faltered but deepened as he slowly slid inside. Moans vibrated against our lips. I wound my hand through his hair while I trailed the other down his sweat dampened curves.
The wolves were now slamming themselves into the cottage walls; their growls and cries becoming deafening. Even with mayhem mounting all around, his gentle motions worked the magic that was Sebastian. My body matched his in a gentle dance; rocking and swaying to the same beat. Our intensity grew at the same moment, sending us fur
ther and further into each other. Our lips parted, and I reluctantly released his hair as he held himself above me, never giving away his steady thrusts. The heat within me matched perfectly with the firelight that now encircled his hard frame. My sex tightened around his cock, producing soft moans from us both as we shared our release. We never took our eyes from each other, memorizing this moment like it was our last. Sebastian bent down, running his warm lips across mine.
My heart, burst through my thoughts and I watched in horror as everything faded to black engulfing us both.
I sat bolt upright into the darkness of my room. A pulsing glow sent searing pain across my chest. Tears streamed down my face in mourning. It felt as though I had been ripped from reality. This reality or wherever I just was would be anyone’s guess. I just knew I had lost something irreplaceable. I reached for my cell phone, lust still thrumming through my body. I stared at the blinding light of my phone; blinking away the remnants of sleep. A warm tear slid down my face. I must have been crying. My thumb hovered above Jonathon's number. I silently willed myself to do it, hit the call button but it refused. Damn it, get a grip! What would calling him do? I couldn't tell him that I had just had an overwhelming sexual dream about both him and Sebastian. I sat the phone back on the table.
I hesitantly ran a hand along my damp panties. An explosion of pleasure rocked my body sending a scream into reality.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I peeled out of my rain stiffened clothes from the night before. I normally relished my showers, but this time I did what only needed to be done. I pulled on a lavender sweater, white washed skinny jeans, and white wrap-around heels. I decided against makeup, jerking my hair into a haphazard pony tail. Just before heading out the door I threw a pair of sweats, plain tee, and black pumas into my bag; burying my cell. I gave a quick wave towards the man at the front desk. It was kind of nice seeing a new face. Linda was finally able to enjoy some time off. He flashed me a wolfish grin just as I stepped out the door. I was in too big of a hurry to walk so I took the Bug instead.
As I came closer to the cafe, pain began to sweep through me; both emotional and physical. The tears that I woke with returned, blurring my vision. I blinked and wiped at my face, pushing the tears away. I didn't think I could bear much more by the time I reached the cafe, curb checking as I pulled into the parking lot. The lot was absent of any other cars but the all too familiar blood red Jag that had been parked horizontally, taking up most of the spaces. The pounding in my head was deafening as panic set in.
"I can't do this!" I began to chant with increasing hysteria. I finally managed to pull myself out of the car. Fear fueling the pain, I slid down the side of my bug causing my shirt to ride up exposing my back to its cold touch. I hit the ground with immediate force. A quick jolt of pain shot up my spine before the contact with the earth helped to ground me. Deep breaths were again achievable and I let the pine and salt in the air ebb the roller coaster of emotions to nothing but a dull roar. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, alone in my own head but it was long enough that the sun had made her full debut. I stroked my arms trying to sooth the small waves of emotion that still cascaded through me. I had an overwhelming urge to do what I did best; stuff whatever crisis I was dealing with into a tiny safe deep within me and save it for never. But I couldn't do that, not this time. So instead I shook myself free of those restraints and pushed myself off the ground.
The pain threatened to return as I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and popped the trunk. I grabbed my paint supplies and headed for my office. In the entryway pain suddenly shot through me. The paint and brushes met the floor with an audible thud. Without warning Jonathon was there. My pain riddled body was limp in his embrace, his black eyes sweeping my body for the source of my problem. I was so worn out that I let him hold me, worry over me, before paranoia set in. Could he see my growing madness? I wiggled out of his grasp, releasing vivid details of last night’s dream. My body was instantaneous in its lust.
"I'm fine!" I snapped in response to his unspoken concern. My tone was harsher than I had meant it, but that was mostly due to my own issues. He stepped towards me, concern still written in the lines of his face. Black depthless orbs stood out against his cream complexion. His whole being oozed sincerity. Unnecessary rage began to seep out of the safe that held my insanity.
How dare you not listen to me! How dare you have such contentment in your life while I'm on a bullet train to crazy town! Those were the words that I really wanted to scream. But blaming others for my own problems was not something that I would do. Frantically I tried to shove it all back in, locking it down even tighter. I scanned the room, trying to find anything that could ground me the same way the cool touch of earth had.
The crimson chair sat in the far corner. I locked in on that, taking a few breaths, focusing on today. The crimson bled into my sight flowing over me, pulling me out of the haze that was this morning. Finally feeling stable enough to return my attention to Jonathon I instantly wished I hadn't. His stare pierced my soul. His glare felt as though he could see into the very workings of my inner self. He followed along with my melt down as if he was experiencing it himself. He didn't ask a single question just gave me time, watching and waiting to see what his next move should be. There wasn't even the slightest hint of hurt or anger at my outburst. When I felt the beginnings of pain stir within me Jonathon refocused his attention on the chair that seemed to be my saving grace.
"Planning to redecorate?" His sexy smirk was distracting me from the melt down within.
"That was the plan." The paint supplies were now sitting on my desk thanks to Jonathon. I sat and spun around in my chair, basking in its glory. This piece of furniture was therapy. I hadn't felt this calm all morning. I worked to ignore the feel of Jonathon's eyes along my body. The warmth in their caress was far more enticing than I would like. The need growing within set off small sizzles of pain across my skin. I really needed to get ahold of myself.
"Where is everyone?" His laugh that followed my question was harsh and lacked any humor.
"If you would ever answer that blasted cell I gave you, you wouldn't be here either." I didn't feel like digging for my phone so I took him at his word.
"Then what are you doing here?" My tone still sounded strained.
"Business." His clipped response mimicked my tone.
"As you can see your business is closed." I emphasized my point with a wave towards the sparse parking lot. I didn't know what had gotten into me but flippant wasn't how I normally operated.
"Were you even planning on asking your boss if you could redecorate his office?" The emphasis on boss and his was clear. The fact that he had changed subjects had not escaped me though.
"I specifically remember you saying that this was my office," I shot back.
His silence was bloated and a bit unnerving. I watched as he slowly leaned towards me. I couldn't help the excitement that ran through me. His eyes flashed in satisfaction just before he spun me around in my chair, wheeling me towards the door.
"You should be happy I approve of the chair." The heat in his words danced across my ear.
I slammed my eyes shut, relishing in the sensory overload last night's dream gifted me. Clenching my fists tight, I simultaneously wished it away. I came to a stop alone in the hall.
"You'll need help moving the furniture out." This time his voice came from inside the office. I could have sworn he rolled me all the way out here.
I took a deep, shuddering breath just before returning to the office from changing clothes. Jonathon had already begun moving the desk into the hall. The way his muscles moved under his clothes felt far more interesting than anything else at the moment. I wondered what he would do if I just stood back and admired him while he did all the heavy lifting. He shot me a knowing smile, clearly satisfied with my attention. I blushed and hurried myself with helping to empty the room.
"What about the bill?" I hadn't forgotten that for any of this to be here it m
eant that he had to have paid for it on delivery.
"We can discuss reimbursement at a later date." His answer slid up my curves at the same speed as his eyes. It was nerve wracking and left payment to my imagination. After last night I couldn't think of a more appropriate outcome.
We worked in companionable silence until the room was empty of all things that made it an office. The silence continued even after I grabbed a broom and began to sweep. Sometime during our work I noticed the earlier pain that had dropped me to the ground had faded so completely that I had to concentrate to sense the pulse that so closely mimicked my heart beat. Jonathon watched me, making no effort to help or hinder my progress. His gaze burned along my skin as I worked. I kept my back to him not wanting to show how much it was affecting me.
"Thank you," I whispered when I felt strong enough to keep my feelings off my face. I turned just in time to see a momentary flash of sadness cross his handsome features before quickly being replaced with his usual smile. He crossed the room to stand in front of me. The connection that we seemed to share flared to life when he placed his hand atop of mine, stopping the broom’s forward motion. Now it stood as the only barrier from a more physical connection.
"It was my pleasure." His response came out low and husky. He stared down at his hand that engulfed my own, slowly sliding it away. The feel of his calloused hand ran trails of need along my skin as it slid completely away. He blinked up at me before turning to leave me alone with my work. It was hard to breathe past the urge to follow him out of the cafe and fuck him on top of his pretty car. Something was wrong with me and I needed to get a grip. I turned towards the plain white walls and knew I needed to lose myself in my work.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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