by Ava Frost
He didn’t say a word, simply reached into the fridge, his expression one of pure concentration and concern.
“Tell me damn you!” she demanded.
“It’s worse than I thought,” he started and then took a closer look, “Nail polish and pantyhose?” he said and burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, are you serious?” she asked disbelievingly.
“You freeze your pantyhose?”
She grew beet red in her face as she slammed the fridge door shut, then shoved at his chest. She had completely forgotten that she had placed her pantyhose in the fridge the day before to test the theory of cold air preventing runs, which is something she read in one of the fashion magazines.
“That is my business!” she reprimanded him and wedged herself between him and the fridge, pressing her body up against the door. But just as soon she realized how close she was to him, and she was not capable of moving out from under his gaze.
He smirked and leaned with his arm up against the cupboards above her and looked down at her, from where she stood his eyes were a golden shade of amber and it felt as if he was staring into her soul.
“Are you always this nervous around men?” he asked huskily.
“I-I’m not nervous,” she lied. She was nervous, more nervous than ever and she had no idea why.
She tore her eyes away from his and turned her face away, desperate to inhale air that didn’t smell like him, but he wouldn’t let her. He tucked his finger under her chin and made her look at him.
“I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you,” he whispered.
His lips were so close to hers that she could taste him on her tongue, and boy did she want to.
“Everyone has something,” she whispered and automatically leaned in as if some magnetic force was drawing her close to him.
“True, but you’re special on a whole different level.”
His lips brushed the corner of her mouth, and she felt her knees buckle under her. Grant was quick enough to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her body flush against his.
“You’re wielding your charm card, is that how you usually try and get women in bed?” she attempted bravely, but even she could hear the tremor in her voice. She was slowly starting to come undone.
“As long as this charm card is working, I’m not going to complain.”
Chapter 7
He could bare it no longer, as much as he tried to ignore the obvious sexual tension building between them, he was simply incapable, it was as if she had bewitched him. With a low growl he brought his lips down on hers and kissed her. She put up no resistance and as she parted her lips, his tongue darted past her lips, tasting and exploring the recesses of her mouth. The mixture of the Chinese food and beer could not dominate her sweet taste, it was distinctly hers. The scent of her arousal surrounded him and his own body responded as he felt his cock press against his jeans. He slanted his lips against hers, and deepened the kiss, eliciting a moan from Delilah and to his surprise; he felt her hands slide up under his t-shirt and over his back. Her touch was toxic, and pushed him to the point of no return.
In one swift move, he picked her up and wound her legs around his waist and in two strides he crossed the small space between the kitchen and the bed. He lowered her down on to the bed. The way her hair fanned around her face reminded him of a Greek goddess, Aphrodite, which was so applicable at this very moment. He was defenseless against her; he wanted her, not only in his dreams. If what they had shared in her dreams was anything to go by, then the real thing was most definitely something to look forward to.
In no time he had done away with her clothes, leaving her completely bare before him and by the way she lay with her arms above her head, she was obviously no prude. She was confident he and knew that he liked what he saw. He also made it no secret, when his eyes roamed over every inch of her as he stood up to take his own clothes off. She wanted this as much as he did.
He lowered himself on to the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder while he ran his hand down over her other shoulder to her hand and then up along her stomach to cup her breast. Her flesh responded immediately as her nipple grew taut under his palm. He lowered his head to her chest and sucked the taut tip into his mouth and circled it with his tongue.
Delilah let out an audible moan as she threaded her fingers over his bristled hair clutching his head against her chest. He could feel his rock hard cock press against her thigh. He was playing a dangerous game, he realized as he splayed his fingers over her stomach, pointing them south to her soft molten core, but he was beyond help now. If he stopped now, he would regret it for days to come.
“Grant...” he heard her whisper then only realized he had stopped what he was busy with, as if his mind pressed pause.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as he raised his head to look into her ice blue eyes.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said breathlessly, “Just don’t stop.”
He smirked at that and then scooted down the length of her until he was settled between her legs. With his shoulders pushing her thighs apart, he had full access to her sex and that was all he could handle. He licked her from bottom to top, circling his tongue around her clit and gently sucking it into his mouth, Delilah moaned loudly. Loud enough that he was sure the rest of the cast heard her. He did it again, but this time he sunk a finger into her wet pussy. It was exactly how he envisioned it when he played around in her mind. Hot and smooth like melting butter, but sweet like caramel. God she was his poison on all levels.
“I can’t help myself with you,” he whispered as he glanced at her over the planes and hills that lay expanded in front of him.
He didn’t wait for her to respond either, he dove straight into her pussy with his tongue, lapping at her sex until her hips bucked under his ministrations. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue until a hot flood of liquid washed over his lips and her body writhed uncontrollably under his touch as her first orgasm ransacked her body.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” she cried out pulling a pillow over her face.
Grant knew that he would not last long at all, it had been months since he had a woman, and no woman before tonight had ever made his beast react the way it was reacting now.
He swiftly shifted until he covered her with his body, caging her in as his prisoner, “This is only the start,” he whispered as he dipped his waist and slipped his cock past her slick opening. For a moment he saw the flash of realization in her eyes, but as he sheathed his cock deep inside her, she lost track of any coherent thought that may have attempted to invade this perfect moment.
He kept his pace slow and steady at first, while Delilah dug her nails into his biceps, but as her legs wound around his hips he couldn’t stop the sudden need to have her and mark her as his. Unable to hold back, he pounded into her and each time he drew out, she braced herself for his next thrust. Her hips bucked under his, and as she rose her hips, his cock sunk deep into her velvety smooth center. Over and over her thrusted, and as his release edged closer, he felt an undeniable force of power as their souls merged and twisted into one solid and unbreakable chord. He raised his upper body and looked down into her eyes and deep in those blue pools he saw a flash of realization that mirrored his own. With one last thrust he felt his cock pulse and tighten and her walls clamped down around his rigid member as his seed flooded her. She cried out and threw her head back and Grant buried his face in the crook of her neck as they both came floating down from their climax, like weightless feathers.
A few minutes later Grant felt the bed dip and noticed Delilah had moved to sit at the edge of the bed with a sheet half wrapped around her.
“Why don’t you lie down?” he said.
“You should go,” she said softly without looking back at him.
She knew there was something happening, that was for sure, but he had no idea how he would explain this sort of thing to her. Werewolves and vampires are the sort of things movies
are made of, and to tell an actress who is currently staring in the roll of a vampire slayer was ridiculously complicated. So instead of arguing the point, he got up and got dressed and just before leaving her, he pressed his lips against the top of her head.
“Get some sleep,” he said and then exited the trailer.
He was in desperate need to find some way to expel the ever-present energy that kept his adrenalin pumping through his veins and he did it the only way he knew how.
Chapter 8
Out of sight and away from the film set, Grant finally found a secluded spot where he removed his clothes and casually shifted into his alter form. Over the years he had learned to switch off the part of his brain that felt pain when he needed to shift, this was the one thing that set him apart from others of his kind. He could shift without the discomfort and immense pain felt by the rest of the pack. His ability to do this also gave him the advantage to control other parts of his psyche, which was why he was able to ignore his Sire’s wishes. The bond was still very much there, he just found a way to ignore it and still make his own choices, which is exactly why he was still able to sense Lucas when he arrived in town.
Grant ran through the thicket of trees on the outskirts of town, his paws thudding on the leaf covered ground crushing the debris beneath him. In his werewolf form he could easily detect the scent of others and distinguish between human and supernatural beings. Soon enough he found himself in a clearing where the scent was the strongest.
“I knew you would find me,” he heard Lucas’ voice in his head.
“Show yourself,” Grant demanded as the hair on his back rose and he bared his canines.
“Calm yourself, I’m not here to fight.”
Lucas stepped out from behind one of the trees, still in his human form and Grant lowered his shoulders bracing himself to attack if need be.
“What game are you playing,” he voiced mentally.
“No game, but I’m here to do the right thing,” Lucas said and tossed a rock with a note attached to it, towards Grant.
Grant contorted and growled as his body returned to its human shape and as he bent down to pick up the note, his Sire disappeared. He opened the note and scanned the content and suddenly everything became clear. Delilah was in grave danger, and it wasn’t the stalker she had to worry about. There were far bigger dangers lurking around, and he knew immediately that this job wasn’t assigned to him by chance.
Surprised by the fact that Lucas would go against The Order’s wishes, he tore the note and scattered the tiny fragments in a nearby stream before shifting back to his wolf form to get back to the film set as quickly as possible and ensure Delilah’s safety.
She was the chosen omega, daughter of Darius the defeated alpha of The Order, and the one to lead the pack in Darius’ place. He did well to hide her from them this long, and it was evident that he had planned for her safety well in advance. The stalker was a mere ploy for Lucas to make sure that he was assigned to the job as her protector. Lucas knew that Grant was the only one who could keep her safe from harm, and his promise to his friend was to keep Delilah safe.
She couldn’t stay here any longer, he realized, he needed to get her to safety and out of harm’s way. He would easily be able to take on one or even two other werewolves, but a whole pack would be a suicide mission. But even more daunting was the fact that he had to find a way to explain this to Delilah, convince her somehow that her destiny is to lead a pack of wolves as opposed to star as a vampire slayer in some screen play. And this had to be done before the next full moon.
He reached the spot where he had left his clothes, returned to his human form and headed to her trailer. Relieved by the fact that he could sense her breathing he pulled up a crate and sat down. He would not dare sleep, knowing that the order is out there somewhere. And although there is no detectible scent, they could arrive at any time.
Chapter 9
Early the next morning, Delilah exited her trailer and scanned her surrounds. There was no sign of Grant and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Unlike the previous nights, being plagued by dreams, she had fallen asleep almost immediately after he left, and she was dead to the world. For the first time in weeks she felt refreshed and alert. Fatigue was a distant memory and she felt as if she could take on any obstacle that lay in her path. She gradually made her way to the set after she had her tea, but when she got there she was presented with a horrific scene.
The cast members were huddled around the cemetery set, quite whispers sounded like buzzing bees gathering to collect pollen. The only difference was that there was a red substance splattered over one of the mock mausoleums and in the center of the sealed entrance where photos of Delilah in a heated embrace with Grant.
Delilah was mortified; she was so caught up in what was happening with Grant, she never realized that someone was taking photos. Her worst fear was that the paparazzi would have a field day going to the tabloids with these. Her image, her virtue and everything else she held dear would be compromised. With this morsel of information, she had no doubt that what was to come would be worse than the Bill Clinton scandal. Not to mention what it would do to film ratings. It was Brian who tugged her by her arm and pulled her behind one of the containers towering off set.
“What the hell Delilah, what were you thinking?” he rambled off.
“I-I don’t know, how, I mean, who…” she started as she fought back the tears.
“I’m going to have to let Grant go, this is going to be so bad for us,” he said shaking his head.
“What do you mean let him go,” she said raising her voice, “it’s quite obvious that my stalker fan is out to get me, now is the perfect time to expose him.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to find someone else. Getting involved on such an intimate level is not going to do your rep any good,” he insisted and dragged his hand through his messy hair.
“I refuse to allow anyone else to take his place,” she insisted, but Brian simply shook his head.
“What’s going on here?”
It was Grant who arrived and by the look on his face, he was furious. He glanced at Delilah then at Brian. She stepped closer to him, but Brian was quick to stop her and stepped between them.
“Buddy I think you should go, you’ve caused enough damage,” he ordered and squared his shoulders.
At least a head shorter than Grant, Brian would stand no chance, but Delilah knew that Brian wasn’t one to back down. As her manager she had seen him take on large men in bars and escape unscathed.
“Don’t you fucking ‘buddy’ me, where did these come from?” Grant demanded.
“I don’t know, but I can tell you now it’s not a pretty site, I can clean in up without the newspapers getting any whiff of it, but I can’t have you jeopardizing Delilah’s career because you can’t keep your cock in your pants.”
Delilah saw Grant’s mood shift, and it was almost as if she felt the very rage that ran through him in that moment. She quickly stepped in, and stood between Brian and Grant.
“He’s right,” she said, wanting to kick herself, “The tabloids will be all over this, just… just leave.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I’m sorry did you say something?” she asked perplexed. She didn’t see his lips move, but yet she heard him clearly.
“If that’s what you want,” Grant repeated.
She had no idea what was happening, from the sudden rage that engulfed her a moment ago, to the intense feeling of dread that suddenly accosted her, she felt as if her world was being tilted on its axis and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
She didn’t want him to leave, but her reputation, the movie and everything else depended on her virtue.
“Delilah…your life is in danger. You need me,” his voice was as clear as if he was speaking right beside her.
“Why are you in my head?” she thought, confused as hell and when his thoughts filtered into her mind again, answering her qu
estion, she panicked and ran to her trailer.
“I think you’ve done enough damage,” Brian said and nodded towards the security guards, “Please escort Mr. Wolverstein to his car.”
Delilah watched from her window as Grant walked to his car, how could she have been so foolish to sleep with him. And how was it possible that he was so present in her mind? Everything that happened over the past few days were like on giant nightmare and daydream all mixed into one.
Chapter 10
Grant kept a low profile over the next few days, and the presence of another pack became more evident than ever. Unable to reach out to Lucas to find out more about Delilah and her involvement as an Omega, he turned to his old friend Jackson who was still in the Special Forces, if anyone could help him find out about Delilah’s past it would be him.
He managed to get her social security number, and they ran it through the system.
“Delilah Jones, former name Mary Gunter. It appears that our actress decided to change her name a few years ago,” Jackson said as he scanned the records.
“Gunter…” Lucas repeated the name, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, “Where was she born?”
“Born in Ludwigslst, Germany, her mother immigrated to America when she was only four years old, leaving her father Darius Gunter behind. There’s very little…”
