Home.
Home.
I mulled the word around and was met with a solid wall of steel in my brain, like a door I couldn’t break through.
What the heck was wrong with me lately?
To make matters worse, just as promised, the numbing effects of whatever Ethan had done, had worn off hours ago, leaving me in a state of constant pain every time I tried to breathe like a normal human being.
Add that to the fact that it was already viciously hot in the compound, and I was a pile of gross.
A small part of me cheered at the thought of going back to Ethan’s, running up the stairs, and rubbing my sweaty body all over Alex’s pristine sheets.
But the smile only lasted for so long, because that certain daydream almost always ended up with me naked.
And him licking.
Always licking.
Like I was his personal lollipop.
I shuddered and walked down the dark empty hallway, my footsteps echoing squeaks across the marble floor.
I was about ten feet away from the main entrance when the door opened and clicked shut.
It was too dark to see.
Then again, I didn’t need my eyes to know who was standing mere feet from me in all his godlike glory.
“Is our time up?” I asked, hating that my hands shook at my sides waiting for his answer.
“No.” His voice was so soft, it was like he’d reached out and caressed my cheek with his words. “I was worried.”
I laughed.
He didn’t.
“I’ve been on my own a long time.” It wasn’t technically a lie since I couldn’t remember, right? “I promise, you have nothing to worry about. It’s not like anything’s going to happen to me.”
“Humans aren’t known
for their intellect,” he said with an air of condescension.
“You need to work on your compliments.”
“You smell.”
I rolled my eyes. Seriously? This guy? Was I getting punished? “Alex.” I was exhausted. Gross. And feeling pretty rejected. The last thing I needed was the most beautiful man in the world telling me I smelled. “Can you please just tell me what you need so I can go? I’m not in the mood for you right now.”
That was a lie. I was always in the mood for him since he had first touched me, claimed me. At least physically.
Mentally and emotionally, he exhausted every last nerve.
“You didn’t let me finish,” he whispered. Was he closer? I couldn’t tell. My feet were basically nailed to the ground. And then he inched out of the shadows. His purple and black hair danced with every movement. Did he just snap his fingers and change colors? His amber eyes danced with lust and with a blink turned an icy purple as he inhaled. “You smell like air.”
I was having a hard time breathing. “Good air or bad air?”
“Isn’t all air good?” His sculpted face twisted into a frown. “It keeps you alive, right?”